Born Rider

Jax PoV (2)

I woke up the next day to grab an energy drink out my fridge when I notice I don't have any. I hop on my bike and head to the store. I start and start to head inside when I spot her walking to ger car. My feet are moving before my mind could process. It's like she was avoiding me with the way she moved. I finally caught up to her.

Me: I wanted to talk to you. You can f*****g ride girl.

She's not saying much back to me. I start helping her load her groceries into the car. I see she has energy and it's the same one's I drink.

Me: You should come ride with me.

She dismisses my offer and continues to be short with me. Damn she is one hard nut to crack.

Me: Well, can I take you out for a drink?

Girl: I have no interest in biker boys. So, no.

Me: What do you have against bikers?

Girl: Everything!

What the f**k was that reaction?! She slams the trunk closed and gets in her car and drives off. I'm not going to stop until I find out who this f*****g girl is! I say f**k the energy drinks and hop on my bike driving in the direction she went. I pull up to her house and get off my bike. I knock on her door and she looks pissed.

Girl: Did you follow me?

Me: I wouldn't call it following. I dropped your sister off last night.

Girl: Ok, well she moved out this morning, so why are you here?

So, they did get in an argument. She explains how it's my fault. I had a feeling I was behind it but that's not my concern right now.

Me: Can we hang out sometime? I’m not leaving until you agree.

Girl: f**k! Ok, fine. One date.

Me: Sweet. See you tonight at 8pm.

I finally managed to get somewhere with her. At least got her to agree to go out for drinks with me. I head home and shower making sure I looked and smelled great for our date. At least....I think it's a date.

I pick her up for our date. God! I've got to stop saying that. Just two people having drinks together doesn't make it a date. She comes out looking great to be wearing something so simple. A t-shirt and jeans that hug her body perfectly.

Me: Ready?

Girl: Let's get this over with.

Ok, maybe I didn't crack her as much as I thought. She hops on the back of my bike, and I take her to a bar I go to a lot. She lets me know she'll have a beer and I rush off the get them. scared that she might slip out when I'm not paying attention. When I get back, she takes a sip and thanks me.

Me: You're welcome. So, want to tell me why you don’t like riding or dating bikers?

Girl: Look if that’s all you want to talk about; I can just leave.

Fuck! I'm messing up like I did with her sister. Difference is I don't' want her to go.

Jax: It’s not! It’s just I never seen it before. Let alone from a girl. But we can drop the topic. I’m Jackson by the way but everyone calls me Jax.

Me: Angel.

Jax: Well nice to meet you, Angel. Angel sounds so familiar though.

Me: It’s a pretty common name. Just like Jackson.

Jax: Yeah, I guess.

Neither of us say anything for a while after that. Angel. Angel. Angel. I swear that name is familiar. I just can't place my finger on it right now.

Girl: So why do you race?

Wait! I thought she wanted to drop the topic. She takes another sip of her beer waiting on me to answer. I fiddle with the bottle in my hand.

Me: For fun....I guess. It’s like tradition in my family. Everyone rides.

Angel: I see. So, when you’re not riding or racing, what do you do?

Me: Drink. Party. Really don’t have time for anything else.

Angel: Gotcha.

Me: What about you? what do you do for fun?

Angel: I just play video games and read.

Me: Why?

Angel: It’s fun.

A girl like her is a nerd? Not Likely. No way in hell's she never rode. But she'd rather play video and read? Hearing that was a turnoff for me, but I'm still interested in her.

Angell: Let's go back to my place.

Me: What?

Angel: I own you for the day let's go.

She downs both our beers and extends her hand out to me. I'm confused but I still take her hand. We get back on my bike and drive us back to her place. We head inside and she kicks the door closed behind. I quickly turn around and she kisses me pushing me against the door. f**k! This is not what I was expecting, but I'll take it. I take her shirt off them press her against the wall. I pick her up carrying her over to the couch. I take my shirt off and slip on some protection. I slide into her. s**t! If I didn't know any better, I'd think this was her first time with how tight she was. I start pounding away inside her until we both c*m. I slowly pull. She went from satisfied to cold in and instant.

Me: I could get use to that.

Angel: Well, don’t.

She cleans up then toss a towel at me. I dispose of the condom, clean up, and get dressed. I write my number down on a piece of paper and leave it for her. I walk out and hope back on my bike. She can play hard to get all she wants but at least I got a taste. But now, I'm hooked.