Time to move this along.I swing my leg over the bike, and settle on the seat. Holding out my hand, I instruct, “Come on. Get up behind me. Just hold on tight and we’ll be back at your car in no time.”
Still she hesitates, then says words that enrage me. “I can’t, you’re a criminal, you’re in a gang.”
“What the ever-lovin’ fuck?” I dismount again and stalk her, getting up into her face. “I’m a member of a motorcycle club. We’re not criminals.” Or not the way she’s imagining. “I should leave you here, would fuckin’ serve you right, if you take one look at my cut and think you know me.” My head shakes again. “Should have left you to that fuckin’ bear…”
“I don’t mean that!” she exclaims. “I’ve got nothing against you. You’re right, I know nothing about your… club. But…” she clamps her mouth shut. For a second I get a glimpse of shuttered eyes before she looks down at her feet.
There’s something she isn’t telling me. Things which don’t add up.But that’s what I do. Solve problems. Just haven’t got enough data to process yet.But give me time. I’ll learn her secrets.
Why I should be thinking I want to know what’s behind her unusual reactions, her lack of explanations, I’m not quite sure. Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase? That she’s holding back only makes me want to get to the bottom of what she’s hiding. Or it could of course simply be that she’s a beautiful woman who’s got my cock throbbing. He’s a fussy organ. I could have pussy any time I want, but I refrain from using the sweet butts back at the club. Sex isn’t something I want handed to me on a plate. The woman herself has to interest me. It’s starting to appear that Mariana fits that bill nicely.
She’s turned to face the track leading to the road, as though calculating her chances. It’s pitch black now, the light from the stables behind only illuminating the first few yards. The way she’s biting her lip does nothing to calm my dick.
“Fuck it!” I walk over to her and take her hand. “Minutes, just minutes. Down this track then up the tourist road to Sabino Canyon. Minutes, darlin’. Then you’ll be safe at your car and can go on your way.”
Another nibble with her teeth, then she tilts her head and grimaces. “You must think I’m very ungrateful.”
“I think you’ve got problems you don’t want to share. But the least of those should be worries about ridin’ behind me. I’ve ridden a bike for fuck, I don’t know, thirteen, fourteen years? I’m safe, darlin’.” Or at least a safe rider.
Suddenly I see her shoulders draw back. I realise it’s the first time I’ve seen her smile when she turns, white teeth gleamingin the darkness. “I’m sorry. Thank you. Let’s do this then.” She strides to the bike.
I shoot my hand out, touching her arm, and hold her back. “I get on first. Not anything to do with manners, it just better balances the bike.” Moving past her, I reseat myself. She takes my offered hand, and awkward with the unfamiliarity of it, situates herself on the pillion. Grasping her fingers, I pull her arms tight around my waist, only just north of that growing appendage I can’t seem to bring under control. “Hold me tight.”
She grips me loosely, until I raise the stand and the bike moves off. The path is gravelly and rutted, so I have to take it slowly. The way she’s grabbing onto me now, you’d think I was going a hundred miles an hour.
I was right. It doesn’t take long until we reach where she’s parked her car, only a handful of other vehicles remaining in the parking lot. She gets off just as ungracefully as she got on.She needs more practice.
Taking her key out of her pocket, she unlocks the door, then turns. “Thank you, Tse. Thank you for all you’ve done today.”
I accept her thanks with a nod. In truth, facing up to a bear and rescuing a maiden in distress has put a spark into my day, as well as a longing in my loins. The latter not being helped as she shows me an outline of a perfect heart shaped ass when she gets into the driver’s seat. Then the door shuts, leaving me with the feeling I’m being excluded.I know nothing about her. Except her first name.An unexpected sense of loss takes me unawares.I’m not ready for this strange encounter to end.
As she fumbles to get her key in the ignition, I eye the car, realising fast what a piece of shit it is. When she starts the engine it neither purrs nor roars, but stutters in a slightly disturbing way, then stops. She starts it again, this time it draws away with a lurch. Wondering how far she’s got to go, andwhether it will get her all the way, I decide to follow her, just to make sure she gets home safe.
I hold back, intuitively acknowledging that if she’s been so reticent about herself today, she’ll probably not want a stranger to know where she lives. It’s harder to keep back than I would have thought. She’s driving so carefully, keeping one or two miles an hour under the speed limit. Slowing down well before lights have a chance to change to red, proceeding so cautiously across junctions. I’ve seen some careful drivers in my day, but she takes the prize. Uh oh, she’s slowing down even more.Hold back, Mouse. Got too close there.Well, fuck. She doesn’t give a damn about her security, hasn’t looked in her mirror once, or perhaps she is just ignoring an anonymous motorcycle headlamp. I shoot past when she turns into a run-down trailer park. By itself, that’s not unusual, many people live in such places around here.
Making a U-turn, I head on back. It doesn’t take me long to spot her car.Hell, this is a shithole.I’ve seen trailer parks before, of course I have. But this is one of the very worst. Looks like something I’d more likely see on the Rez.
I draw up as she’s entering through a chain-link fence, climbing the two steps which take her into a small trailer. What drives me, I’m not sure, but I want to learn more about her. And, for a start, warn her about her car. Yeah, that gives me a valid excuse to be here.
She’s padlocked the fence behind her, but I have that piece of crap picked in seconds. Now I’m knocking on a flimsy wooden door.
There are two concerned voices behind it. A couple of minutes pass. I knock again. The door’s opened, and Mariana’s standing there. Her face has drained of all colour, her eyes are wide, her nostrils flaring. Her chest rises and falls as she inhalesair rapidly into her lungs.She’s fucking terrified.I did that to her. The crime rates around here must be sky high.
“Hey.” I hold up my hands. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Resting her hand on the doorframe as though to hold herself up, she bows her head, looking like she’s making an effort to control her breathing. When she at last looks at me, her expression is a combination of scared and angry. “What are you doing here?” she hisses.
“Who is it, Ma?” a male voice asks.
Ma? Is she married? With kids?I start to back away, when I realise the voice had squeaked as though not completely broken.A teenager?How fucking old is she?
“No one,” she calls back, without taking her eyes off me. “Well, why are you here?”
I wave toward her car. “You’ve got a brake light out. Noticed it immediately. Thought you’d want to know.” She has. Normally I’d just ignore that shit, but it’s given me the perfect excuse.
What I didn’t expect was her reaction. Her hand covers her mouth and she looks like she’s going to be ill. Her words, though, they’re what really surprise me. “I can’t thank you enough. Oh my God.”
“Ma, what is it? Who’s there?”
