NO
See you then. Room 1712, right?
NO means NO
Fine, then we can sit in your bed all day and watch Dateline while you lie there NAKED and RELAX.
I’ll be ready in thirty.
I shake my head. “Well fucking played, Romeo.”
Chapter Thirteen
Tyler
Two rappers are at each other’s throats. The question is, who is going to win this rap battle?
I’m putting on my black riding boots when I hear a knock on the door and then the click of the lock. Looking up, I see Cassie coming into the room, sticking her head in the room first. Then she looks at me sitting on the couch in front of the television, which is playing another fucking Dateline episode. “Is it safe?” she whispers, and I look at her, my eyebrows furrowing. “Roxanne,” she says, and I just nod at her.
“Never happened,” I tell her, grabbing the black leather jacket and shrugging it on, my long-sleeved white shirt showing.
“What are you talking about?” she says, walking in and looking into the bedroom. “I thought I saw you and Roxanne running into the hotel last night.”
“Yeah,” I say, grabbing my phone and tucking it into my back pocket, then grabbing my wallet and putting it in the other pocket. “Changed my mind.”
“What?” She looks shocked. “Are you ill?”
“Nope,” I say, picking up my room key. “I’m out. I’ll see you later.” Twisting the handle of the door, I listen to the click and pull the door open.
“Where the hell are we going?” she asks me, coming closer to the door.
“We aren’t going anywhere,” I tell her, grabbing my sunglasses from the inside pocket of my jacket. “I’m going for a ride, and I’ll be back later,” I say and walk out, not giving her a chance to ask anymore questions. I press the down button and wait impatiently for the elevator to come. When it finally does, I press the button for the seventeenth floor. I watch the numbers count down until the door opens, and there she stands. I try not to smile, but just seeing her standing there in her tight blue jeans, a white T-shirt tucked into the front with the back hanging, and a black leather jacket hanging open. Her white Adidas running shoes making the whole outfit.
“You ready?” I ask her when she walks into the elevator, and I press L for the lobby.
“No,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a secret,” I say, leaning back against the elevator wall. We arrive in the lobby before she has a chance to ask me another question. “Let’s bounce.” I smirk at her while she glares. She walks next to me but a touch back, following me around the people in the lobby. I walk out the revolving door and nod at the doorman. You see, after I went back to my room with another raging fucking hard-on, I knew I had to get away from it all. I needed to clear my mind, so I called down to the concierge and ordered the only thing that I could do to take me away from all the madness.
Then I FaceTimed her, and after I hung up, I called back down and changed it from one person to two, and then I googled the top things to see and do in Tokyo. I would show her that we could be friends even if I wanted to fuck her until she was breathless. Even if she was the one running after me in my dreams.
I walk toward our ride, now with two helmets on it, both black. As I pass the valet stand, he hands me the keys, and I stop in front of the black chrome on chrome motorcycle. “What is this?” she asks as she checks out the bike. I walk to it and stick the key in it and grab the smaller black helmet and turn to her.
“We are going for a ride,” I tell her, and she continues to look at the bike, a bit unsure of what to say. “Put this on, and I’ll tie it for you.”
“Who is going to drive this bike?” she asks me, her hands grasping the helmet hesitantly. “Do you have one, and do I sit on another?” She looks around for another bike.
“No, princess, I’m your personal driver,” I tell her and then grab the helmet from her. “Push your hair back a touch.” She grabs the elastic on her wrist, pushing her hair back and tying it in a low ponytail. “Perfect.” She takes the helmet from me again and slides it on her head with the visor up. I grab my own helmet, putting it on and tying it, and then doing the same for her. I’m leaning in probably a bit closer than I actually need to, and I may or may not have sniffed loud enough that she raised her brow at me. But fuck me, I had to know if she still smelled like strawberries. “You ready?”
“Not even one bit,” she says honestly. “Do you know how to drive this thing for real?” she asks when I walk over to the bike and throw my leg over, sitting on it and kicking up the stand with my right foot.
“Did you not watch my last movie? I did my own stunts,” I tell her and then hold out my hand for her to step up to the bike.
“Was that the movie where you flew off a roof on said bike and crashed into the Louvre?” Her voice is sarcastic and scared at the same time.
“Throw your leg over and then put your feet on the little pegs on each side.” I point at the footrests sticking out in the back. She follows my advice and throws her leg over the back. “Make sure your ass is comfortable on the back seat.” She nods. “You won’t be able to talk to me while we are riding, so if you need anything, just tap my leg.”
“Um, you want me to touch your leg?” she asks as she looks around. “There should be a little button.” She picks up her hand and motions with her thumb. “Like in the hospital.”
I laugh at her. “I’ll look into that for next time.” I turn the key and listen to the engine purr. “Okay, now lean forward and hold me around the waist.” I grab her hand and bring her forward then stop. “Zip up your jacket,” I tell her, and she looks down and pulls the zipper up. “Good, now lean in and wrap your hands around my waist.” She leans forward and wraps her arms around my waist, squishing her tits on my back. My cock stirs and immediately starts to go hard. “Fuck,” I hiss out and close my eyes, then look back and see her scared face. “Just an FYI, don’t put your hands lower, or it’s going to be really fucking painful for me.”
She looks confused for a second and then looks down and then her lips form an O, and she laughs. “Just close your visor.” She nods her head, then takes one hand off me to pull down her visor. She then leans forward and wraps her hands around my waist. There is nothing that will get my cock to go down, at least not as long as those gorgeous tits are smashed up against my back and those arms and hands are precariously close to my dick. Jesus, the visuals that are running rampant in my mind right now.
Focus, man, focus.
Pulling my own visor down with one hand, I put the other on the throttle. I twist it a bit, and the bike makes a touch more noise. I turn my head to her and nod, and she nods back with a smile filling her face. I lean forward and slowly take off, giving her time to get comfortable. Her hands on my waist squeeze so tight that I know she’s still nervous. I ride moderately until I finally get to the open road where I want to ride. When I stop at a light, I put my foot down on the pavement and give her a thumbs-up. She does the same, and then I smile. The light turns green, and I take off slowly again. When we are finally on the open road, I speed it up a touch. Her hands tense at first, and then she slowly lets go a bit. We ride for a good hour; my mind finally free and the stress off my back as we wind up and down the side of the mountains. As I ride, I take in the mountains on my right, the ocean on my left, and the city skyline below us. I pull over when I see a little open space on the left side. After I kick the stand down, her hands unlock from my waist, and I throw my leg over to get off, then peel my helmet off. I look over and see she is pulling hers off, too. “So?”