Banger’s Ride(5)
“I’m glad I came out for a drink. I’m having a good time.” Belle’s lilting voice pushed Grace to the corners of his mind as she squeezed Banger’s hand.
He squeezed back. “I’m glad I came in the diner tonight.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and marveled at how soft it was, like a piece of silk.
Banger relished being with a woman who made him laugh, who intrigued him, and who wasn’t a few years older than his daughter. He’d become bored with the senseless chatter of the women he bedded. He had nothing in common with them, and they didn’t hold his interest one iota beyond sucking him off. Being with Belle was like a breath of fresh air.
When midnight struck, Belle gathered her purse and coat. “I better go. My kids are alone, and I have to work tomorrow. It’s been a nice night. Thank you.”
As she rose to her feet, Banger jumped up and helped her with her coat, then lowered his head and said, “I’ll walk you to your car. Just give me a sec.” He texted Blade, one of the prospects, to pick him up.
As they moved through the parking lot, the icy air chilling their lungs, Banger put his arm around Belle and tugged her close to him. She didn’t pull away, and they walked together until she stopped in front of a gold Honda Accord. “Here I am,” she said softly.
She pulled off a glove and dug in her purse for the keys. Their breaths formed clouds around them in the bitter cold air. He took the keys from her and opened the door then swung her around so she faced him. Without hesitation, he bent down and kissed her gently on the mouth. She pushed back, a smile whispering on her lips. Banger leaned forward to capture her mouth again, but her hands on his chest held him back.
“Thank you again. I really have to go.”
Banger quirked his lips. “You didn’t like the kiss?”
Her eyes widened and patches of red streaked her cheeks. “You’re a direct person, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah. I don’t go in for hiding what I mean. I wanna kiss you again.”
She shifted from one foot to another. “There’s no point in it. I had a nice time, but I don’t have any time for anything more. I’m too busy working to make ends meet and taking care of my kids. A lot of times, I pull a double shift. I rarely go out for fun. Tonight was definitely an exception.”
Banger drew her closer to him, her hot tequila breath warming his face. “I’m not asking you to spend your life with me. Just asking for a kiss. No harm in that, is there?”
She gave a half-shrug then tilted her head up, her gaze locking with his. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and kissed her lightly on the lips. When she pressed into him, a low growl rose from his throat and he crushed his mouth against hers, his tongue breaking through the seam of her lips then dipping into her warm, giving mouth.
Banger trailed his fingertips down her back and found her soft ass. When he cupped her rounded cheeks under her coat, he felt them flex at the same time her small moan vibrated against his mouth. The sound of her arousal lit a fire in his dick, and he pushed her against the car, his hardness poking her. Then she stiffened, pushing him back, her blue eyes watering and her face red from cold and embarrassment. His gaze lingered on her lips, swollen from his kiss. Bringing his thumb up, he ran it across her cheeks.
She panted, “I have to go,” and abruptly turned and scooted into the driver’s seat of her car. “Thanks again.”
“I want to see you again. How about going for round two sometime this week?”
Her curls swayed from side to side. “Can’t. Really, I’m too busy right now for anything more than what I already have on my plate. I’ll see you if you come into the diner. I’ve already stayed out too long. Bye.”
Banger didn’t argue. “It was nice spending time with you.”
Belle closed her door then blew him a kiss before taking off into the inky dark. The Accord’s red taillights wavered in the misty night, and he stood watching her until he couldn’t see her car anymore.
The thought of Belle and her soft lips warmed him as he made his way over to Blade’s SUV parked in the far corner of the parking lot.
“Hey,” Blade said as Banger slid into the passenger seat.
Banger nodded curtly, closed the door, and settled back on the heated seat. Banger wanted to see her again, hold her, smell her jasmine scent, and kiss her incredible lips. For some reason, her touch uncovered a deep desire that he thought had long been buried. With the memory of Belle on his mind, her scent on his clothes, and her taste on his lips, warmth blanketed him as the chilled wind shrouded him. There was something about her that made Banger want to know her better. Belle had intrigued him, and there was no way in hell he was going to walk away.