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Shaking her head, she laughed a little. The sound was music to my ears. “Wild beasts? Really, Knox? Are you comparing my second graders to your biker crew?”
“Absolutely,” I said with a grin, wanting to get her to smile as big and bright as she had when we met. “Think about it. You gotta keep your kids in line, teach ‘em some discipline, right? Well, it’s the same with my club. There’s teachin’ involved too. Gotta keep the brothers in check, make sure they follow the club’s code, respect the hierarchy. It’s like herdin’ cats, but you know, bigger, scarier cats with tattoos and less fear of detention.”
Eliza chuckled, the sound light, easy. “Okay, I see your point. But I bet your ‘students’ aren’t drawing you cute pictures or giving you hugs.”
“You’d be surprised,” I retorted. “Some of these tough guys get all sentimental on me. No drawings, though. Usually, it’s just spare bike parts or a new beer they found. And as for hugs, let’s just say we keep it to brotherly fist bumps and back slaps. Safety first, you know. Except for my brother Smokey. He gives bear hugs.”
She was trying to hold back a full smile now, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “And what about field trips? I take my kids to the zoo. Where do you take your crew?”
“Road trips, mostly,” I replied. “Imagine it as a zoo visit, but instead of lookin’ at animals, we are the animals, riding out in the wild. Wind in our faces, nothing but the road ahead. It’s all about freedom, teaching them to respect the ride and each other. Ain’t that different from your zoo trips, just… faster, with more horsepower.”
Eliza laughed openly now, her initial reserve melting away. Her smile took over all her features, her cheeks high, her eyes dancin’. “I never thought I’d find common ground with an outlaw biker over coffee.”
Leaning closer, I lowered my voice playfully. “Just getting started, darlin’. Give me a few more cups of coffee, and I might just convince you we’re practically in the same profession.”
Eliza giggled, the warm sound filling the space between us. “I’ll take you up on that challenge, Knox. But I should warn you, I’m not easily convinced.”
I grinned in response, the banter between us feeling surprisingly easy and natural. We were cheesin’ it up like lovesick teens. “I like a challenge,” I said, swirling the remnants of my coffee in the cup. “But enough about work. How about we talk about something else? Tell me about your wildest fantasy.”
Turning bright red, Eliza fiddled with her glasses while looking around to see if anyone heard me.
“I’ll tell you mine,” I said. “I’ve been imagining you in those glasses and nothing more, holding a paddle. See, I was always in a lot of trouble at school.”
Eliza’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyes wide with shock at my boldness. She stuttered a bit, trying to regain her composure, but the image I painted seemed to have frozen her in place. I could see the wheels turning in her head, no doubt contemplatin’ whether or not to entertain this unexpected turn in our conversation.
After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever, Eliza finally cleared her throat and fixed me with a level gaze. “Knox, I think we may have skipped a few steps in our getting acquainted process,” she said, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of her lips.
Feigning innocence, I shrugged casually. “Ain’t sharing our deepest desires a surefire way to really get to know each other?” I raised an eyebrow in a playful challenge.
Eliza chuckled softly, shaking her head in disbelief.
Her laughter was the sweetest sound I’d heard in a long time. As we sat there, I couldn’t resist letting my eyes wander over her, takin’ in every detail that I’d been obsessin’ over for weeks. She caught my look, her cheeks flushin’ up somethin’ beautiful again.
She had this way of leaning forward when she laughed, giving me a hell of a view of her generous cleavage that spilled from her blouse like an invitation to sin. The way her large breasts gave way to her long locks of soft hair that framed her smile just added to her whole glow. I found myself appreciating the way everything about her was just more. More smiles, more curves, more to hold on to, more woman who I could have straddlin’ my lap tonight if I was lucky.
I imagined getting my hands on those thighs—thick and shapely, stretching her jeans in all the right ways, hintin’ to strength and softness in equal measure underneath. She had the kind of legs that could easily wrap a man up in thoughts he might confess only after a few drinks. Not to mention, she filled out her seat like it was made to cradle her generous hips, her body an ode to all things voluptuous.
The more I watched her talk and laugh, the more I discovered myself drawn to every part of her, from her lively eyes to the abundant, plush comfort of her form. Eliza wasn’t just attractive. She was a full-on feast for the eyes, and every crude thought that crossed my mind was a testament to how much I appreciated the ample beauty sitting before me. I could devour her whole and still want more.
“So, Knox, what’s the real reason you’re here?” she asked, breakin’ me from my naughty thoughts.
“Ain’t a man allowed to enjoy the view… some good company?” I shot back, tryin’ not to drool.
Her laughter filled the space between us. Not just easy, genuine as ever. “Maybe. But I reckon there’s more to it, huh?”
“When I see something I want, I go for it,” I said in my no nonsense tone.
Eliza looked confused, more than flustered. It was as if she wasn’t used to this kind of talk. That only made me want to do more of it, however, I didn’t want to frighten her off. I switched gears and the remainder of our chat was easy.
But when I offered her a ride back on my bike, she declined with a smile that was polite yet firm. Nevertheless, underneath, I could see her struggle. “I think I’ll walk,” she said as she got up to leave.
Not one to give up easy, I followed her out, leanin’ in close, hopin’ for a kiss goodbye. She turned her cheek. My lips landin’ there instead of where I’d hoped.
“Easy there, biker boy,” she teased.
“How about your number?” I asked.
“You can give me yours,” she said, ready to type it into her phone. After I spouted off my digits, she sauntered off with a shake that nearly knocked the wind outta me.
