He laughs as we reach his bike. “Do you want it to be?” I take my helmet that he is reaching out to me. “Maybe, we’ll see.”
“Do you need to be anywhere?” he asks, getting onto his bike.
“Nope.”
He smiles while starting up his bike. I swing my leg over it and hang on. I think I am getting the hang of this.
~*~
Under an hour later, we are pulling up to a high surveillance gate. He gets off and types in a pin before getting back onto his bike and pulling us into a huge, and I mean huge house; it has a big five-car garage to the right side of it too. Holy shit, it is beautiful. Cutting the engine, I get off and look around. “Wait, is this your house?” I ask shocked.
“Yeah, she’s mine. I built her from the ground up,” he replies while fishing his keys out of his pocket. “You actually built it?” Maybe I misheard. This man is a biker.
“Yeah, and hired the boys.”
“Zane and Ade?” I ask. He laughs while pushing opening the door.
“Definitely not, the only thing Ade can build is a weapon.” He continues, “The boys that work for me Vicky, I own Rendon Construction.” I raise my eyebrows, realising I stereotyped him and now I feel shit. “I had no idea, it’s amazing in here.” The décor is all very bachelor, as I would expect from Blake. I follow him down a long hallway that leads to a room, that you need to step three steps down to get to the door. Opening the door, I see it is a gaming room; a very big gaming room. The entire left side of the wall is lined with old arcade games, there is a pool table sitting right in the middle, with a large TV and surround sound system covering the whole room. To the right there’s a large L shaped sofa, and huge floor to ceiling glass doors that open out to a wraparound porch area and backyard. I can see there is a bar right outside the doors, making it the perfect entertainment flow for men. He walks over to the bar fridge, pulling out two beers before walking back over to me. I take a drink and point over to the pool table. “You play?” I ask him, deciding I want to play a game. “Do you?” he asks, with a cocky smirk on his lips, while taking a drink.
“I’m a keen learner, and just love doing first time activities,” I tease, tilting my head to the side and taking another large swig of my drink. “I’ll set us up,” he walks over to the table and puts all the balls into the triangle, lining it up onto the dot. He passes me a cue stick. “I’ll break.” I laugh.
“Okay then Hercules, you do the honours.” He throws me a second glance, his eyes slightly narrow, “The slick shit that comes out of your mouth fucking gets me, you’re different, Abrahams.”
“Stop wasting time and break the balls Blake, the sooner you do, is the sooner I get to lick yours.” Now I feel like tormenting him, if he thinks the stuff I say out loud is bad; he should hear the stuff I keep to myself. After laughing, he leans down, hitting the balls and sinking little heads. This man has no idea. After getting two more in, it is my turn. He walks up behind me, pushing his pelvis into my ass; making me notice his thick bulge, while showing me how to line up and shoot them in. “When you think it’s lined up, slide the stick in with force behind you.” Hmmm, much like his fucking skills. I pull back with no help from him whatsoever, and shoot the first one in clean. I then move to the next ball, shooting that one in also. Five balls later and I slip. I look up to him and he is smirking at me, with surprise all over his face. “Where did you learn to play like that?” I shrug my shoulders.
“Beginners luck maybe?” I answer sarcastically, before putting him out of his misery.
“I have three brothers Blake, while other girls were playing with dolls; I was playing on four wheelers and learning how to create smoke out of tyres, no big deal.” He looks at me, stunned. “It’s a very fucking big deal,” he says, with a smile lining over his lips. Putting the cue down, he makes his way over to me. I step back, shaking my head. “Oh no big boy, I need my sleep.” Tilting his head to the side, he chuckles while his eyes turn dark with need and mischief. I take this as my cue to run, to where? I do not know. I scream out and begin to run out the room; I spare a quick look behind me and see him chasing me.
“Oh baby, I love the chase. Bad move.”
I scream, trying to dodge him and find a room to hide in. Just as I round the corner ready to make a run for it upstairs, he lifts me up from behind and play bites all over my neck.
“Blake! No fair, you know the ins and outs of this house.” He laughs, setting me back down. “Come on, bedtime grandma.”