Real Riders Never Die

by A'zayler

  “I don’t care about your little attitude. You might as well go ahead and lose that shit!” Taryn let out a hard breath and continued to ignore Demoto.

  “I don’t care about you breathing hard either.” Demoto looked over at her as he continued to drive. She looked so sexy when she was mad. If he didn’t have other stuff to do, he would have taken her back home to his bed. Her eyes had turned into small slits, and she wore the cutest scowl. Had he not felt it was his place to straighten Jeremiah out for this, he would have let her handle it. From the moment he saw her in the park, they connected–a connection so powerful he’d go to the end of the world and back just to protect her. All she had to do was understand where he was coming from.

  “If it’ll make you feel better, I’m going to be nice.”

  “Whatever Demoto,” she said as she began biting her nails. He chuckled a little at her; she was livid.

  After deciding that she was going to have an attitude no matter what, he turned his music back up. He bobbed his head along with the music and continued to his destination. Another twenty minutes had passed before they pulled into a long white driveway. The brick house was surrounded by trees and flowers with a Georgia flag hanging on the porch. The car came to a complete stop before Demoto got out and called for her to do the same. She pouted the entire way to the door. She hated this was about to happen, because she actually had feelings for Jeremiah. She didn’t want Demoto to act out and cause an uproar between her and him, or their own friendship. Demoto knocked and rung the bell a few times before somebody finally came and opened the door. Jeremiah stood there in nothing but some socks and boxers. He was practically naked at three o clock in the afternoon, but he didn’t look the least bit sleepy. That only led Taryn’s mind to one conclusion. He had company.

  “What’s up y’all?” Jeremiah asked as he faked a yawn.

  “I need to holla at you real quick,” Demoto spoke. Jeremiah nodded his head before turning around to grab some shoes. Taryn was trying her hardest to keep calm, but she couldn’t shake the thoughts of him being with someone else. He and her weren’t official yet and she obviously loved Demoto, but she still had feelings for him as well. The way he looked behind him before stepping out of the house added fuel to her fire. With her arms crossed over her chest, she bit her bottom lip to keep from talking. She knew herself and she knew that if she talked now, only foul things would come out.

  “What’s going on baby girl?” Jeremiah smiled at Taryn as she rolled her eyes.

  “I don’t know, you tell me.”

  Jeremiah was about to ask why she had an attitude, but Demoto cut him off before he had the chance to.

  “Miah why the fuck you got T out here stripping?”

  “Bruh Taryn is a grown ass woman. She can do whatever she wants. I didn’t make her do shit she ain’t want to do. I presented the opportunity and she took it from there. If you tight about this shit, then you need to take it up with her.”

  “Nah nigga! You know we were supposed to be looking out for her, and you got her out her shaking her ass for change. You know better than that shit Miah!” Demoto was practically yelling. His African accent was so thick now you could barely understand him. Along with him being so country, it was almost impossible to understand anything he was saying.

  “Demoto I told you I’m grown. I can…”

  “Aye Taryn, be quiet! Right now is not the fucking time!” Demoto said, cutting her off.

  “I’m just trying to tell you!”

  “T you don’t have to tell me shit! As a matter of fact, you don’t even need to be talking right now. This is between me and Miah! Go get your ass in the car!” Jeremiah was in the middle of correcting Demoto for talking to her like that when the front door swung open. There stood Ace, the same girl Taryn was about to beat down for Jacko a while back. She wore nothing but a pair of panties and Jeremiah’s Carver Football shirt. Taryn was so mad she swore she could feel smoke coming from her ears. Ace made matters worse when she threw a sly smirk in Taryn’s direction.

  “What’s going on out here?”

  “Bitch none of your fucking business,” Taryn spat.

  “If it concerns my man, then it concerns me,” Ace said as she wrapped her arms around Jeremiah’s waist. Taryn didn’t even bother to give Ace the fight she wanted; instead, she walked directly in front of Jeremiah.

  “I guess I was wrong when I thought we had something huh? It’s cool though. No love lost; just do me a favor and teach your hoes some manors,” she winked at him just as she reached around his shoulder and popped Ace on her forehead. Ace tried to lunge at her, but Jeremiah held her back.

  “Ace, chill the fuck out. You didn’t have any business coming out here in the first place.” She tried arguing her point, but he opened the door and pushed her back inside. He never wanted Taryn to find out about him and Ace this way. The feelings he’d formed for Taryn outweighed the lust he had for Ace. She was just a reliable freak to kick it with on the low. She had made it clear on more than one occasion that she wanted to be in a relationship, but that was never happening. He looked at Taryn once he turned around, and she looked completely unbothered by the situation. She broke their eye contact when she reached for the keys in Demoto’s hand.

  “Moto, I’ll wait for you in the car.”

  “You good bae?” he asked as he held onto the hand she grabbed for the keys with. He didn’t care that Jeremiah was standing there. He had tried to hide the way he felt for Taryn whenever they were around, but that was dead now. After the way Miah had just played T by having Ace there, he didn’t deserve the courtesy. He would now make it known that Taryn didn’t need anybody as long as she had him. Fuck Jeremiah, and fuck his feelings. If he couldn’t accept that, then their friendship was over. Taryn looked up at Demoto, shock evident all over her face. She didn’t know what had gotten into him, because he’d just called her bae in front of Miah. Although she no longer cared whether he knew or not, it still caught her off guard. Not to mention, the total switch in Demoto’s demeanor. He was just yelling at her like he was her daddy, and now he was being sweet. Maybe he was sorry she’d just had to witness all of this foolishness on his account. Now that she thought about it, maybe she owed Demoto a thank you. Had he never insisted they come over here, she never would have known Jeremiah was sleeping around on her. She nodded her head and gave him a weak smile before heading for the car.

  After Taryn had gotten in, Demoto turned around and stared at Jeremiah, daring him to speak on he and Taryn. In defeat, Jeremiah nodded his head in understanding and said nothing. It wasn’t that he was afraid of Demoto, he just knew Taryn deserved better than what he was giving her. If he knew nothing else, he knew Demoto was loyal. He would give Taryn the world and ask for nothing in return. If they had something going on, which they obviously did, he’d make things right.

  “Look Moto, you know me bruh. We been friends since our freshman year, you know I get money. I’m sorry I misused Taryn in the process, but in all honesty it was about money,” Jeremiah said solemnly.

  “I’m not about to stand here and act like this shit is cool with me, because it’s not. But what I will say is I understand. You right, I do know you and you been about your cash since I met you. I just thought you were feeling T, that’s all. You know what she got going on at home and we vowed to look out for her, and you neglected to do that. So from now on, you and her don’t have shit to say to each other. Anything you need to discuss with her, you can tell it to me.”

  “Normally I would have some hot shit to say, but this time you’re right. Just let her know I ain’t mean for her to see this shit with Ace. On the real, it was never my intention to hurt her,” Jeremiah explained. He tried looking over Demoto’s shoulder to see her, but she was looking down. He shook his head and conversed with Demoto a little while longer before they parted ways. Demoto knew once he got in the car, she was going to be feeling some type of way so he wanted to make sure he handled it correctly. He took a couple of deep
breaths before he got in.

  Taryn was sitting with her back facing him, reading on her phone. He’d noticed that whenever she had idle time, she would be reading. Before he said anything, he reached over and took her phone. She looked up immediately. Instead of seeing anger like he thought he would, have, he saw hurt. Just as quickly as she looked up, she looked away. He was sure she didn’t want to talk, so he cranked up and drove away. He’d stopped by a local wing place and bought them some food before heading back to his house. Taryn was quiet most of the way. She sang along with a few songs on his iPod, but that was it. Once they finally made it back to his house and got comfortable, he gave her the phone back. He put in his favorite movie Baby Boy while they ate. Every so often, he would sneak a glance at her as she watched the movie with a straight face; then out of nowhere, she started talking.

  “Demoto I’m not angry with you if that’s what you’re thinking. I actually think I love you even more. You are one of the only people in my life that’s remained constant. The way you take on my problems as your own is unbelievable. You make it your business to take care of me, and I appreciate that. You fight for me when no one else does, and because of that I’ll fight for you. Anything you need, no matter what it is, I got you. Don’t ever think I don’t notice the things you do because I do, and you’ll always have my loyalty.” Taryn finished talking and looked over at him. He was leaning back on the sofa with no shirt on, and his hair was loose and had fallen around his shoulders. He stared at her with such an intensity that if he had been anyone else, she probably would have been nervous. He didn’t speak at first; he sat up instead.

  “Taryn when I told you I love you last night, it was the truth. Never did I ever imagine that you would hold such a major part of my heart, but you do. The things I do for you, I do out of love. I’ll always fight for and protect you because I’m supposed to. I’m your man. Any problem you have is mine now too. You’re not in this alone anymore, so don’t you forget that.” Demoto leaned over and stuck his tongue in her mouth. They kissed for another five minutes before going into his bedroom.

  “Je suis désolé (I’m sorry)…Je suis tellement désolé (I’m so sorry),” Demoto whispered over and over in her ear as he made love to her. He knew she had been through a lot; now it was his job to make it all better.

  Chapter 11

  Jacko had been running around for the past hour, trying to make sure everything was clean before Kia got there. His place wasn’t the nastiest, but he wanted to make a good impression. He was already going against everything his mind was telling him by inviting her to his house, but it was too late now. How much harm could it do anyways? Kia was grown and so was he; they both knew how to control themselves. He had just walked out of his bedroom when he heard a knock at the door. As soon as he opened it, Kia smiled and walked towards him. She hugged him tightly before going in the living room. She wasn’t familiar with the floor plan, but she could pretty much see everything from the front door. Jacko made small talk as he went to the kitchen for some drinks. When he returned, Kia had taken off her small jacket along with her boots. She was dressed comfortable in a CSU hoodie and some jeans.

  “Come sit over here by me,” Jacko said as he patted the seat cushion next to him. She had gotten up and was looking at his wall full of movies. She continued her search, like she hadn’t heard him. Jacko knew she was trying to be funny, so he got up and walked behind her. He pressed her into his entertainment center with his body. They were pretty much the same height, so his manhood was right on her backside. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose into her neck.

  “Make this the last time you disobey me. When I tell you to do something, you do it!”

  “Jacko, you are not my daddy.”

  “I know I’m not, but I’m your boyfriend; when I say do something, that’s what I mean.” Kia smiled inwardly because he was turning her on big time. She didn’t take orders from anyone, not even Buck, but she would definitely take them from Jacko. The way he spoke to her with authority had her heart racing.

  “Since when did you become my boyfriend? Last time I checked, you was still running around playing little kid games.”

  “Games? What games?” Kia ignored him and sat down on the couch. Jacko knew exactly what she was talking about, so she wasn’t about to go there with him. It was obvious that he knew she wasn’t because he left that conversation alone and kneeled in front of her. He used a little force and pulled her to the edge of the seat. After he wrapped both of her legs around his neck, he began biting at the warmth coming through her jeans.

  “Jacko stoooop, what are you doing?” she whined.

  “Just chill baby,” he continued to bite and pull at her pants with his teeth. He knew Kia was hot because she was looking at him with lust-filled eyes. She was leaning back on her elbows watching his every movement. Jacko reached up and unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them off. His dick jumped at the sight of her in her boy shorts. Once she was back comfortable, he pushed her panties to the side and began licking and sucking on her. Kia released some of the most beautiful moans he’d ever heard. When he could no longer take it, he stood up and removed his jeans. He retrieved the magnum from his pocket before picking her up, sitting down with her on his lap. He was surprised she hadn’t stopped him yet.

  “Look at you being a bad girl,” he spoke as he helped her out of her panties. Kia was too shy to speak, so she didn’t say anything; she just smiled. Jacko placed the tip of his penis at her opening before sliding her down onto him completely. Kia moaned so loud and sexy; Jacko thought he would bust right then.

  “Oh damn Kia.”

  “What?” she asked confused.

  “I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.” Jacko switched positions so now he was on top, and began digging her back out. Being gentle was out of the question; he was hitting her with deep rough strokes, making her wetter. Kia was shy but she was no stranger to sex; she was throwing it right back at him. They were so in sync with one another you would have thought they’d done this before. Jacko was amazed at how Kia was working it. He figured she wasn’t a virgin, but he didn’t know it would be this good.

  “You ready to cum for me?” Jacko asked. Kia nodded her head feverishly but still didn’t say anything.

  “Well cum on my dick Kia.”

  “I can’t.”

  “What you mean you can’t? Yes the fuck you can! Wet me up ma, let that shit go!” That was all Kia needed to hear before juices were squirting out all over Jacko. She had shocked herself with that one, because she’d never had an orgasm like that, let alone squirted. She moaned his name trying to catch her breath. Jacko looked at her and smiled as he continued stroking her. He was nearing his own climax when Kia squeezed her muscles, pulling him in tighter.

  “Oh shit! That’s my bad girl,” he grunted before exploding inside of her. He lay on top of her for a few minutes before moving. Kia didn’t mind either; yes he was heavy, but she still wrapped her arms around him. It took him a few minutes to get himself together before pulling out of her and removing the condom. Kia was a little embarrassed, so she grabbed her clothes and hurried to the restroom. She didn’t know what it was about Jacko that made her feel like a little girl. He made her feel like she’d never had sex in her life. She had just turned the water on when he knocked on the door.

  “Aye let me in Kia, I need to wash up.”

  “Okay I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “Man Kia, open this fucking door.” This time she opened it. He was standing there in nothing but his jeans–no boxers, or no shirt. He walked past her and flipped his shower on. He was in the middle of removing his pants when he stopped and pulled them back up. Once he got in front of her, he pulled her shirt over her head with a little protest.

  “What you doing?”

  “You’re about to take a shower with me. And before you say something that’s going to get you fucked up, I told you in the living room that was the last time you disobeyed me.” />
  Jacko gave her a lazy grin and continued to remove her pants. Once they were completely undressed, they got in the shower. Jacko took his time lathering her up before doing himself. He could tell she was still a little shy, so he tried to be as gentle as possible. Kia was a grown ass woman; she was going to have to get out of that shy shit. He liked his women vocal; playing that quiet game wasn’t going to cut it.

  They washed off and returned to the front room. He wore nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, and she wore one of his oversized t-shirts and panties. She was so happy that she always brought an extra pair of panties with her. Taryn always laughed, but she refused to be caught in a situation like the one at hand and be unprepared. When she first pulled them out, Jacko had laughed too but, she didn’t care. This was smart!

  “So what do we do now?”

  “We watch TV,” Jacko said in a nonchalant tone.

  “Don’t be funny, you know what I mean.”

  “I’m not being funny. We’re grown, we had sex. There’s no need to start stamping labels, or acting crazy. You know you my girl, with your little bad ass,” he said as he tickled her. Kia didn’t necessarily like his response, but there was nothing she could do about that. For the rest of their night, they laughed, talked, and watched movies. When it was time for Kia to leave, she nor Jacko wanted her to go.

  “Spend the night with me.”