“Stop looking at your dick, asshole!” she bites out.
“Stop staring at my dick. What, never seen one this size before? All your old boyfriends have micro penises or something?” Bantering with this foreign woman is becoming a fun way to pass the time until… Oh fuck, could this be her? “Are you my mate?”
“Say what now? Surely the fates wouldn’t give me such a pig as a mate.”
“Oink Oink,” I snort, causing a small giggle to escape her.
“So if I can hear you and you can hear me, I guess that we’re mates. How could the fates be so damn cruel? I mean, you’re obviously a manwhore and I’m not the type of woman who shares. This is bullshit, absolutely bullshit,” she mutters. I can tell she’s getting worked up and think this might be my new favorite thing to do; piss off the unknown female.
“She was the last one.” Why I’m telling her this is beyond me but somewhere deep inside, I need her to know that I’ll be faithful, even if this is something neither of us wanted.
“That’s supposed to make me feel better? How would you feel if I did that?” she asks. An image comes to mind of me pounding this unknown fucker into the ground. I guess she picks up on it because she states, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You wouldn’t like it one bit, but I’m supposed to be fine with it? Fucking bullshit. All of it.” She shoots me an image in my mind of her last time with some asshole.
“Keep it up, and our first time meeting will be me bending you over my knee and smacking your ass, mate,” I hiss out.
“Turnabout is fair play,” she snarkily responds. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
“Where did you hear that? Are you and Helga in fucking cahoots with one another?” Am I being tricked, did Helga put this woman up to messing with my head? I’m not a fan of mind games.
“Who’s Helga? Do you mean Olga?” she asks.
“No, I didn’t stutter. Helga was my guardian, my pseudo mother for all intents and purposes.” Granted, she’s not always a pain in the ass, but her last admission about my impending mating has her at the top of my shit list.
“Well, same scenario but different name for me. Mine was Olga. She took me in when my parents were murdered.”
“Let me guess, she’s a witch?” It can’t be coincidental that we were both raised by spell-wielding women.
“A bitch of a witch,” she snorts out her reply. I was right! I could feel it to the depths of my soul that we have so much more in common than either one of us expected to have.
“Know that feeling well, mate.”
“Shelbi,” she informs me. “Mate is cute and all, but I’d prefer to be called by my name.”
“Lux.” I return the favor sharing my name. “Shelbi, are you in Texas? You sound as if you’re close by, the line of communication is clear, almost as if you’re in the next room.”
“No, I’m in Louisiana. We live on the outskirts of New Orleans. Is that where you are, Texas?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m the president of the Dark Leopards MC, North chapter.”
“Oh, how exciting. Do you drive a bike as well, Lux?”
“I ride a bike, Shelbi. Bikes aren’t driven, they’re rode… hard. Cages are driven.”
“A cage? I don’t like the sound of that, Lux.”
“A vehicle, anything on four wheels that’s enclosed is a cage in a biker’s eyes.”
“So it’s lingo for a car. Hmm, makes sense that you’d call it a cage. It is rather like one. Even with the windows down.”
“Exactly. When can we meet, Shelbi?” I have this incessant need to see her face to face.
“How soon can you get here?” Seems as if I’m not the only one eager to get to the other. Helga was right, there is an extremely strong magnetic pull to Shelbi that I can’t help but want to explore. Her voice alone is beginning to play havoc with my body and soul.
Shelbi
I was freaked out when pictures started flying through my mind. Whereas I’m not exactly happy that he spent last night in the arms of another woman, I can understand the worry and need he had to imbibe in another woman’s attention. I had the urge to go out and have one last romp in the bed myself; but I worried about the guilt I’d possibly carry if I gave in to that desire. His voice caused me to break out into tiny bumps up and down my body. His voice is husky, the deepest baritone I’ve ever heard.
“Show me what you look like, Lux.” I’ve seen his dick, but haven’t seen his face. That’s kind of pathetic and sad that the first time I laid any sort of eyes on him, it was his anatomy that was glaring at me. If he’d been doing anything other than relieving himself, I might have taken the time to enjoy the show. Closing my eyes, I take in the image of him standing in front of what appears to be his bathroom sink. He’s fucking hot with a capital ‘H.’ He has luscious brown hair that I can’t wait to run my fingers through. Brown eyes that are so deep in color that they remind me of the smoothest, silkiest of chocolate. He’s shirtless, so I can see his frame. He’s got muscles that are prominent and make my mouth water. My eyes stay drawn to the way his abs are clenching and his pecs are bulging. He’s ripped like a bodybuilder without all those nasty looking veins sticking out. “Wow,” I comment.
“Like what you see, Shelbi?” he cockily asks. He sounds so certain and full of himself that I almost hate to answer his question. I don’t want to lie, but I also don’t want to help inflate his ego any further than what it seems to already be.
“Hmm… think I’ll have
