Ruger’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Oh, word? You trying to be a Rebel wifey, huh?”
Autumn giggled and nodded. “Is that what y’all call the ladies in the crew?”
“Amongst other things.” We both laughed. “I can’t get Kenzi to ride to save my life. Not even a fucking moped, with her scary ass.”
“Not too much on my girl.” Autumn laughed.
He smiled. “It’s cool. She rides other things perfectly fine.”
“Bruh, cool out,” I said as he laughed.
“Come to the back. I’m sure we got something that’ll get you right.”
We followed him through a door up ahead to the showroom floor. On one side, there were mechanics working on a few bikes, and on the other was where the Harleys, Ducatis, Yamahas, Suzukis, Kawasakis, BMWs, and more were.
“Wow. It’s like a bike galore in here,” Autumn said in amazement.
“Take a look around. I’m sure we got something to start you off.”
“I think I see one I want already.” She beamed, walking down the aisle toward the Yamahas and BMWs. I felt my chest expand as I watched how excited she was. When she told me this morning about how she wanted to learn how to ride, my dick got hard, and I fucked her stupid.
Most women just wanted to ride on the back with their ass in the air, but not my baby. Every moment I spent with her made me fall more and more in love with her.
“This one,” she said, running her manicured fingers over the 2021 BMW S1000RR.
“I don’t know, Ros. That might be too much power for you,” I told her. “How about we get you a Kawasaki?”
“You don’t think I can handle a little power?” She smirked.
“I’m sure you can, but?—”
“No buts, sir. You said I could get whatever I wanted, no?”
I ran a palm over my head and looked at Ruger.
He shrugged. “Give the lady what she wants, Grue.”
“You ain’t no fucking help, man,” I said as he laughed. “Fine, Ros. Whatever you want, baby.”
“Ayye! I knew you loved me!” she yelled, tossing her arms around me. I chuckled, reached into my pocket for my wallet, and handed Ruger my card.
“Let me go get started on that paperwork,” he said, then walked off.
“Let me talk to you right quick.” I pulled her over to where the restrooms were and went inside. I locked the door and turned to her, pulling her close, and driving my tongue in her mouth. I gripped her ass and pulled my mouth from hers.
“Turn that ass around,” I told her.
“Nooo, not here.”
“I need that, Ros. Imagining you on that bike got me hard as fuck. You gon’ leave me hanging?”
“We’re in your brother-in-law’s . . . Mmm.”
I slid my hand in her jeans and played with her pearl. “I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I want to feel you. You wasting time, Ros. Bend that ass over for me.”
She turned and placed her palms on the sink while I undid my jeans and pulled my dick out. Her jeans and panties were at her thighs in no time as I slid inside of her.
“Shit, Ros. This pussy so fucking good,” I said, pounding into her. She let out a loud moan, and I put my hand over her mouth and kept my pace.