Quadruple Duty

I blinked, staring back at him in confusion. “And what about me?”

“You’re taking a cab home,” he said. “I already called for it.”

“B—But—”

“It’ll be right here in a few. Don’t go anywhere.”

My shoulders slumped. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. I thought we were making progress, maybe understanding each other. And now here he was ditching me on some darkened street corner, and riding off into the night.

It didn’t make any sense.

“Fine,” I sighed. “Go.”

Ryan kicked the bike into gear and nodded in my direction. “Thanks for understanding.”

I stepped back as he released the handbrake. The tires began to roll.

“And Sammara?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t mind the salt,” he winked.

Then he lowered his visor and roared off, leaving me in a warm plume of dust.

Eighteen

KYLE

Knock. Knock.

She opened the door as she had last night, only this time she only peered around the corner. Sammara’s face was flushed, but her eyes not sleepy. In fact, she looked almost breathless.

“Oh…” she smiled sheepishly. “Hi.”

I stood there for a moment, looking at her from the chin up. The door still didn’t move.

“You uh… going to invite me in?”

Her expression crossed with a tiny flash of alarm. She squelched it quickly. “It’s late, Kyle.”

“Yeah but you’re up. And I wanted to talk to you.”

Sammara’s eyes shifted left and right. Checking the hallway.

“I’m not decent.”

I laughed. “Did you forget I’ve already seen you not decent?”

She rolled her eyes playfully, as if to say ‘ha ha’. But she relented. The door opened.

Once inside I took her immediately in my arms. I kissed her so hard, so fast, it left her gasping.

“Oh…”

She was wearing a T-shirt, and not a very long one. It barely covered the tops of her delectable thighs. And just beneath, the tiniest flash of color. A strip of silken material. Green… maybe turquoise blue.

She kissed me back one last time and then pushed me away, just before I could settle my hands over the two globes of her magnificent ass.