Free Biker Chick by Dakota Knight Page A

and opportunity swirled around me as I rode my steel to Ray’s house. I took the long way, navigating the east side streets so could muster up the strength to face my man. For some reason, sincere apologies were never easy, particularly when I didn’t know how Ray would react. I didn’t want to go over there and get the door slammed in my face.
    There was another possibility I hated to think about—that he had already found someone else. How stalk-ish would I look going to Ray’s house to beg for forgiveness and he have some honey by his side? Perish the thought. I had to block all the negative stuff out if I was to have a chance of accomplishing my goal.
    How would I do it? I thought up a scenario. He would answer the door and I would say, “ Hey, Ray, I know you didn’t expect me to come over here, but I’m so sorry for leaving. I shouldn’t have assumed you were doing the wrong thing. I shouldn’t have assumed that you disrespected me. I should have waited for you. I should have asked. I should have returned your calls. I’ve been so stupid! I’ve missed you over these past few weeks. Our separation has hurt me more than you know. Will you accept my apology? ”
    When I turned onto Ray’s street, the sound of my heartbeat began to overtake the sound of my Ninja’s engine. It thrashed against my ribcage as it seemed to circulate the nervousness coursing through me. His house was the fourth one to my left on Concord Lane. Light illuminated the curtains in Ray’s living room window. That was no guarantee he was home, though, because he sometimes left the light on anyway for security.
    I parked the Ninja in Ray’s driveway and took a few deep breaths before making my way to his doorstep. If he was there and awake, there was no way he wouldn’t have heard me ride up. I reached for the doorbell. The moment of truth.
    The sound of chimes echoed through the air. I tapped my right foot rapidly, hoping to release some of my tension. Even my hands shook. I waited, with only my nervous energy as company. A minute passed. Then two. Then eternity. I didn’t hear footsteps. The knob didn’t turn. The door didn’t open. My heart sank into the dark regions of my chest. Tears began to well up in my eyes. Damn .
    Just as I was about to give up, I heard a lock turn. My heart lurched. A light came on, bathing the porch with light. The door opened. I felt a presence, eyes on my back. The tears that I held back fell. I turned around. Ray was in front of me, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He was wearing a wife beater, which showed off his well-toned arms. His jeans were baggy, held up by a large leather belt. His eyes were hooded, his expression guarded. He didn’t speak.
    We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before I finally got my mouth to move. I clasped my hands together so he wouldn’t see them shake. I thought about my speech again. I inhaled deeply and got ready to deliver it. I exhaled and said, “I’m so . . .”
    So much for best-laid plans. Before I finished my sentence, the first part of my grand speech, Ray was reaching out for me. He pulled me into his arms. I melted into his warmth as he held me. My body shivered at the strength of his embrace. I felt his hand under my chin, gently lifting my head. His kiss . . . it was gentle at first. He teased my lips with soft kisses, silently asking me to yield to the sweet pressure. I complied, of course, reveling in the electricity that shot through my body as he deepened our kiss with his lips and his tongue.
    Our tongues twirled and twisted in an ancient dance. He pulled me even closer, and I felt his arousal. The heat resting in the pit of my stomach and flowing down between my legs let me know I was feeling aroused too. It seemed that at that moment, I wanted him more than I ever had before. I felt weightless as he lifted me off of the ground and carried me