Chapter Five
The moment I get inthe bathroom I drop my pants to inspect my dick for the second time today. After that shit with Shiloh yesterday I’m worried that Bianca bitch did something to my manhood that only other people can see. I don’t trust her. What was that shit she said when she grabbed my dick? I mean it was kind of hot but if there’s warts on my dick, I’ll kill the bitch no matter how cute she is.
“It’s lumpy,” Shiloh’s voice replays in my head.
I massage my dick and my balls. It’s not lumpy. Smooth. Yet rigid. Veiny. Fucking normal. Bitches got me all paranoid and shit.
“Hey.” There’s a tap at the door. “You good in there? I found the bracelet.”
“Just a minute.” I pull my pants up and wash my hands. When I come out Bianca is standing at the end of the hallway.
“I have some stuff to do before...we can exchange numbers or whatever and I can text you or whatever.”
“How does it work?”
“Um well I’ll try to connect with Mariah and or my spirit guides. I’ll use tarot cards to receive messages and information.”
“You talk to spirits? But you’re not a witch and you didn’t curse my dick?”
“You can come over when I do it. If that helps.”
“All right. What time?”
“Like I said. I have stuff to do. I’ll text you.”
“Cool. Give me your phone.”
“It’s in my car.”
I follow her out getting a good look at her ass in her tight black pants she wore jogging. Crazy witch bitch or not that ass is damn fine. My old man always said the best ones were crazy. Hell, maybe he was right. She’s a fucking nut. I stop at her car and confess seeing her drive a muscle car is a turn on. I continue to watch her ass as she leans in to retrieve her cell phone.
She taps the screen a few times. “Here.”
I glance at the name she gave me. Biker Stalker. “Real cute.” I type in my digits and send myself a text. “I’ll put you under Witch Bitch.”
“Ha. Ha. You’re a real charmer.”
“So I hear.”
She holds her hand out expectantly for her phone, but I’m not ready for her to go yet. Hell, I don’t know which she does more. Terrify me or turn me on. I lick my lips. “Try to take it, kitten.”
“You sure you want to play with me, Sandman.” The tip of her tongue grazes over her bottom teeth.
Fuck me.
“Do your worst, witch.”
She steps toward me, going up on her tiptoes. “C’mere.”
“How about you get on my level.” I lay her phone on the roof of her car and lift her up so that we are eye level with one another. “You never did answer my question from earlier.”
Her cheeks redden. “Which was?”
“Asked you if you’ve ever kissed an outlaw before.”
Bianca’s legs go around my waist and she cups my jaws. Her mouth moves toward mine closing the gap between us. Those tempting pink lips part slowly. “Te visurum,” she whispers against my lips before sliding down my body.
“The fuck. What are you doing to me now?”
“See you later, stalker.”
I shake my head as she grabs her phone and gets in her car. The engine roars and that’s my cue to get out of here.
I head to Viking’s gym on the other end of town to get in a workout. Need to burn off all this sexual frustration before I go insane.
**
I pummel the punchingbag alternating fists and knees. Sweat drips down my forehead and into my eyes.
Viking grabs the bag from the other side. “What’s got you all worked up?”