"Well, he said he wasn't going to be here," Bianca said. "Where is he?" Bianca looked behind Jordan, as if she expected TJ to just pop up from behind and bust her while she was with Gerald.
"He's here." Jordan nodded. "And don't worry … he done seen your ass."
"Oh, really?" Bianca seemed worried.
"Oh … really," Jordan repeated.
"Bianca, I'm gonna go talk with Jordan for a minute. Are you gonna be all right?" Annette said.
"Yeah." Bianca nodded, and she turned her attention back to Gerald as if nothing had happened.
"Is TJ mad or something?" Annette asked, when they were out of earshot of Bianca and Gerald.
Jordan chuckled as if something was funny. "Hardly."
"Bianca's my best friend, you know." Annette wanted him to know that she found nothing funny about the situation.
"Okay. That's cool." Jordan shrugged his shoulders. "Want to go out by the pool?"
Annette shook her head, quickly. "No, somewhere a little less crowded, if that's possible. It's beginning to get hot with all these people in here."
"I know just the spot," he said, leading her back in the direction of the dance floor.
"Hey, Jordan!" A white girl in a black skirt and cheetah colored top waved and smiled at Jordan as they passed through the crowd.
"Hi, Rachel. What's up?" Jordan nodded towards her.
"Nothing." The girl noticed that Annette was standing with Jordan, and she frowned. "Nice to see you, again," she said before drifting off through the crowd.
"An old girlfriend," Annette asked.
"No, an old friend," Jordan corrected her.
Jordan received several more "Hey, Jordans" from both males and females, as they made their way across the dance floor. Maybe Jordan was more well-known than she thought. That would make sense, since he is affiliated with Atlanta's most popular and notorious Heat Ryderz MC. Jordan walked outside and began climbing up the stairs to the deck above.
"Wait … Can we go up here?"
"Yeah … It's not off limits," Jordan said, placing his hands on her back, "See … there are many other people up here."
She felt better when she looked up and saw a handful of people out on the deck. It was already dark outside. "Oh."
"It's a lot cooler out here, isn't it?" he asked, as they walked up the deck.
"Yes."
Jordan walked until he found a quieter area on the side of the house. The mansion was situated on a hill, so they could see the city lights in the distance. Jordan leaned back on the rails and took another sip of his drink before placing it on the rail beside him.
"You look beautiful, as always," he said.
"Thank you."
"I was hoping that I would see you again, you know. When you didn't answer your phone again, you hurt my feelings. Again."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you called."
"You always say that," he commented, gesturing with his hand, as if shooing away a fly, indicated that he didn't believe her.
"I'm telling the truth. I don't have your number saved in my phone or anything like that, so I don't even know it's you calling me."
"Well, save it in there."
"What?"
"You heard me. Give me your cell."
"You must be trippin," Annette said, with an attitude. "You give me your cell." To Annette's surprise, Jordan reached in his pocket, pulled out his smartphone and handed it to her.
"Look under dialed calls and you will see that I called you yesterday." Annette navigated his recent calls list with no problems and confirmed that her number was there.
She handed him the phone back and flipped out her cell phone. "What's your number?" He called out his number and she began recording it in her phone book.
He leaned closer and she moved back.
"No, I want to see you save it in there, because when I call you, I want you to know I'm calling you."
"Okay," she said, letting him look as she entered his number.
"You can put it under Jaguar."
"Jaguar?" she repeated, looking up at him.
"Yeah, that's my street name."
She smiled, while typing it in and saving it in her phonebook. "I like that name. Where'd you get it from?"
"You just get named when you become a member of Heat Ryderz … based on your personality."
"Do you bite, Jaguar?" she teased.
"Yeah, I do, actually."
"And you sure are popular with the females … Jaguar."
"Yes, I am..
"And you're smiling like you like all that attention."
"I do like that. Ain't no reason to lie."
"What about your girlfriend? What does she say about other girls eyeballing you?" Now was the perfect time to find out if he was taken already.
"What girlfriend?"
"You mean, you don't have one?" She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "You are too fine to be walking around here without a girlfriend." Once she said it, she couldn't have taken it back. She knew that must have boosted his ego a bit more.
"Nope, I don't have one."
"What about your riding buddy? Don't you motorcycle riders have a riding partner? That's what Bianca said."
"You shouldn't believe everything Bianca says. Especially when she doesn't know anything about us. I don't have a riding buddy, if that's what you want to call it. I ride alone, unless of course, I feel like letting someone ride with me."
"Unless you feel like it?" Annette scrunched up her nose.
"Don't too many girls get to ride on my bike with me. They must have to be really something special to do that." He lifted his glass to his lips again, not taking his eyes off her.
"Something special, huh?"
"Yeah. That's why my feelings were hurt when I invited you to ride with me and you shut me down."
"How do you know that I'm something special?"
"Do you really want to know?" he asked, putting his glass down again.
She nodded her head.
"Come closer … "
"Huh?"
"Come closer and I'll tell you how I know."
She took two steps closer, but she was still about one and a half arms length from him. She waited and pretended to be interesting in downing the rest of her martini. She placed the empty martini glass on the rail beside her. She raised her eyebrow waiting for his answer. "I'm waiting … "
"Closer," he demanded.
She stepped a little closer. Before she could regain herself, he reached out and pulled her into his chest. She could feel every muscle and ripple in his hard body. She could smell the soap, cologne, and aftershave on his skin. She could smell the liquor that he had just consumed on his breath. She could feel the heat temperature rise in her whole body. He was a lot taller than her, so she had to tilt her face to look up at him. His lips were so close to her face. It wasn't close enough because he bent down, further positioning his lips just centimeters away from hers. He was looking her so intently in the eyes, as if asking for her permission. Permission, perhaps, to kiss her. He didn't need permission for anything. Annette didn't know what had gotten into her, but she wanted to taste his lips. Finally, his lips did touch hers, but only for an instant as he slid them from her lips to her face, cheek, and then neck.
He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "The moment I laid eyes on you I wanted to fuck the living daylights out of you."
She couldn't hold back a sharp gasp.
He continued, "You're something special when I need only take one look at you and I want to slide my dick in your pussy and make love to you for hours on end."
Annette felt her pussy clench at the dirty words coming from his mouth.
He wasn't lying either. His dick was so hard, she could feel the length of it trying to jut out of the top of his jeans. And, oh, how lengthy it was! What she wouldn't give to measure him in the flesh. She surprised herself by pressing her pelvis against his erection. Her body had never ached for something the way it was doing right now. She could feel the muscles in her pussy tighten even more and try to convulse. All she could do to stop it was squeeze her legs together.
"Jordan, I … " she whispered, and was beginning to pull away.
"No, stay right there … just for a minute … just stay right here." He pulled her closer into his wide chest and held her there.
She didn't want to pull away either. It felt so good the way their bodies enveloped, the way he was holding her close to his warm body. She closed her eyes and placed her arms on his shoulders and his arms while his hands still rested on the small of her back. Minutes passed before his hard-on went down and her blood pace returned to normal and they pulled away.
They leaned over on the rails and looked up at the stars that lighted the dark sky. She listened for a moment to the music and loud chattering from below on the patio. She turned to look at him and saw that he was already looking at her. They were now shoulder to shoulder standing next to each other. He smiled at her.