Page 50 of Baby Girl

I blinked my eyes. I could see a halo of a man in front of me. A shadow. A silhouette. I blinked again. And again. I focused my eyes, and blinked again.

“Erik?!”

“You didn’t sound very certain,” he said, laughing.

“Well, I couldn’t see you, I was blind for a minute, I knew it was you,” I assured him.

“Did you?” he asked, still laughing softly.

“Yes, I could tell by your touch, your cock, your smell,”

“I purposely didn’t wear cologne here tonight, and when I left, I went to the basement and put on different cologne,” he said.

“Well, I could smell you,” I said, “You have a scent, and I know it.”

“Okay, I’m sure you do, baby girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

As he kissed me, he reached up and unbuckled each of my arms. Surprisingly, they didn’t hurt. I reached around him, and held him in my arms. As I held him, he sat up, and pulled me with him. As we sat on the bed, he reached behind him, and unbuckled my ankles.

I raised my legs above his thighs, and wrapped them around him. My arms around his neck, I held him tight.

“Did I make you mad the other night?” I asked.

“Nope,” he responded quickly.

“Well, wait. You don’t even know when I am taking about. This was the night…”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I have never been mad at you,” he responded.

“Okay, well, did I disappoint…”

“Nope, same answer, you’ve never disappointed me,” he said sharply.

“Never, not once,” I asked, excitedly.

“Not one time baby girl,” he responded.

I felt warm inside. I hugged him and held him tight. I had so much to say. So much to tell him. I held him in my arms. He held me, his hands sliding up and down my back slowly, pulling me closer to him.

Love that is developed….

ERIK. As I pulled my bike in and parked it beside Teddy’s, I look at the patio. He was sitting where we were seated the last time we were here. He turned and watched me as I shut it off and pulled the key from the ignition. As I began to walk toward the patio, he stood up and walked to the patio entrance.

As soon as I got to the entrance, he shook my hand, and embraced me in a hug.

“How’s it going, brother?” I asked.

“It’s all good,” he responded.

I walked to the table where he was sitting and sat down in the same seat I sat in the last time. That is one thing I never quite understood or complained about either. With bikers, when we frequented places, wherever it is that you sit in an establishment, it is always your seat. If we went into an establishment for the first time, and I sat in the third seat from the left at the second table from the end, that seat would become my seat. The next time we went there, if someone tried to sit there, one of the fella’s would say, “Hey, that’s Doc’s seat”. Strange, but comforting in the same respect.

“I ordered you water and I got a beer. I just got here myself,” Teddy said.

“I heard your exhaust crackling as soon as I shut my bike off, I knew you hadn’t been here long,” I said as I motioned to his bike.