Born Rider

Coincidental Encounter

Kylie came back today to grab the rest of her stuff. We said not one word to each other as she loaded up her car. She finishes and then drives off. She was so petty she took all the groceries with her. I get in my car and drive to the grocery store. I have the worst eating habits known to man. My cart is loaded with energy drinks, chips, instant noodles, along with other unhealthy grab-n-go snacks. I head to the register. I pay and then head to my car. As I got to my car, I saw Jax and hurried to my car hoping he hadn't seen me.

Jax: Hey! Wait up!

In my mind, I'm screaming f**k. Should have known he would spot me.

Me: What?

Jax: Why'd you leave after the race?

Me: Why would I stay?

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

Me: Yep.

I started loading my groceries into the car. He helps me out even though I didn't ask.

Me: I got it.

Jax: You should come ride with me.

Me: Pass.

Jax: Why not?

Me: I don't ride.

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

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

Jax: What do you have against bikers?

Me: Everything!

I slam the door to my car closed and drive off. I get home and load the groceries into my house. I suddenly hear the roar of a bike in my driveway. I look out the window to find Jax outside. I open the door.

Me: Did you follow me?

Jax: No, I dropped your sister off last night.

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

Jax: What? Why?

Me: Apparently you were constantly talking about me, and it pissed her off.

Jax: I couldn't help myself. Anyway, go out with me one time.

Me: No.

Jax: Come on. Just one drink.

Me: No.

Jax: I'm not leaving until you agree.

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

Jax: See you tonight at 8pm.

Me: Ok. Now go.

He smiles at me before starting his bike and then riding off. I sit on the couch and shake my head knowing I'm going to regret agreeing to this date.

8pm rolls around and I hear his bike outside. I grab my coat and we head down to a local bar. We find a booth and take a seat.

Jax: Drink?

Me: A beer is fine.

Jax: I'll be right back.

He leaves to go and get us some drinks. I felt like I had made a bad decision doing this. He comes back and sets the beer in front of me.

Me: Thanks.

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

Me: Look, if that's all you want to talk about; I can just leave.

Jax: It's not. It's just that I have 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.

Jax: Yeah, I guess.

An awkward silence falls over the table. I take a sip of my beer. I see he's looking at me. Well, if he's going to probe me, I'll probe him.

Me: So why do you race?

Jax: For fun. It's like tradition in my family. Everyone rides.

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

Jax: Drink. Party. Really don't have time for anything else.

Me: Gotcha.

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

Me: I just play video games and read.

Jax: Why?

Me: It's fun.

He just looks at me like I'm crazy. Looking at him makes me start to feel frustrated. Sexually frustrated. He's not ugly. Far from it. I just been avoiding him because he a biker but at the end of the day a girl has needs.

Me: So, I won the race and we made a deal.

Jax: Yeah, you get me for a day.

Me: Well today is the day. Let's get out of here.

We down our beers and head back to my place. As soon as the door closes behind us, I start kissing him. He kisses me back and starts taking my shirt off. He presses me against the wall, kissing on my neck.

Jax: This what you wanted to do with me?

Me: Unfortunately.

Jax: Say no more.

He picks me up and carries me over to the couch, setting me down gently. He starts taking his shirt off and continues kissing me. He slides a condom on before sliding inside me and pounding away.

Jax: f**k! You're so tight.

Me: Keep going.

He goes faster and deeper inside me. I pull him closer needing to taste his lips again.

Jax: f**k! Your cumming.

Me: Yeah.

Jax: Good.

He keeps going until I finally release and so does he. His chest heaving as he slowly pulls out. He smiles at me.

Jax: I could get use to that.

Me: Well don't.

I go to the bathroom to clean up. I come out and toss a towel at him to do the same. I feel so ashamed for having s*x with him.

Jax: So, can I see you again?

Me: I don't know. Maybe.

Jax: Works for me.

He grabs a pen and paper and writes his number down. He hands it to me. Before getting dressed and heading out the door but he stops.

Jax: I really want to go for a ride with you sometime.

Me: I'll think about it.

Jax: Well, I'll see you around then.

Me: Yeah.

He leaves out the front door and flop down on the couch. I look at the piece of paper with his number on it. Am I actually considering giving this guy a chance? I don't want to, but my mind and my body aren't agreeing with each other right now. I start playing video games until I fall asleep.