Bad case in fucking judgment.
I could feel the heat between Autumn’s legs against my lower back. I knew she tried hard not to get too close to me, but she had no choice since I kept jerking the bike every now and then to make her slide closer.
Fuck her being my therapist.
I needed her to be my peace.
We pulled onto the block ten minutes later, and the police removed the roadblock to allow us entry. We saluted them, then headed to the center where the stage was set up. There were so many people that there were about ten squad cars. I knew it was mandatory for big crowds, especially when celebrities were in the vicinity.
The shit was dope as hell.
There were bounce houses for the kids, ice cream trucks, water slides, all kinds of games, and grills going. We pulled next to the twenty other bikes from our crew across from where the Hellraizers were on the other side. I put my bike on the kickstand, then slowly slid off and helped Autumn off the back. She took off the helmet, and I just stared at her for a minute. That fucking face and hair were doing shit to me that I couldn’t explain. I wanted her ass bad; I just had to figure out how to get her because I knew she wouldn’t be receptive to a nigga like me.
Who the fuck wanted a crazy nigga, right?
She huffed and pushed her curls out of her face and looked at me. “You should probably be more mindful when you’re riding with someone on the back of your bike. I felt like I was going to fall off that thing.”
“You’re safe with me. Always.” And I meant it.
I knew I shouldn’t be attracted to this woman. That was what fucked me up the last time—being attracted to a woman and putting my trust in her funky ass, only for her to betray me. But as I looked at Autumn, something inside of me felt . . . safe. I didn’t know why, but she just had an energy I couldn’t ignore or pull away from.
“Next time, ride like it.”
“As long as you promise to ride?—”
She pushed her soft, dainty palm against my lips, seemingly already knowing I was about to say something slick. The smell of her perfume wafted up my nose. Humor played on my face just as Kenz and her girls walked over to us.
“Everything okay?” Kenzi asked, looking between us.
“Yes. Are there drinks around? I need one after my near-death experience,” Autumn replied, side-eyeing me.
I chuckled and licked my lips while watching her.
“Oh, Lord. Come on here,” Kenzi told her, roping her arm through hers and dragging her away.
“Aye, Mona. Don’t get nobody fucked up out here. Behave yourself.”
“When don’t I ever behave, Mekai?”
“When ya ass hear ya favorite song and want to toss that lil motherfucka in a circle. Save that shit for our bedroom.”
She giggled. “Fine. I won’t act up, daddy.”
“Good girl.” He winked.
I shook my head, and my eyes went back to Autumn before she was pulled away. I watched her round ass switch in those heels and unconsciously licked my lips, wanting to put my nose in it. What I wouldn’t give to know what she tasted like.
“Damn, homie. At least try to act like you don’t want to eat her ass,” Jax stated coolly with a knowing smirk on his face.
“Fuck outta here,” I said, waving him off.
“She’s here to help you, G. Not for you to fuck on,” Ruger said.
“She can help me in every aspect needed.”
Slick walked over, shaking his head after hearing what we were talking about. “This nigga.” He laughed, slapping us a five. We greeted the rest of our crew as the music, good-smelling food, and good vibes filled the air.
Members of the Hellraizers came over to chill with us. My eyes stayed on Kenzi and her friends. They were talking with some of the ladies from the Hellraizers while I watched the workers set the stage for K Millz, Christian, and Knowledge to perform.