Page 4 of Rowdy & Kat

Though I was certain I’d seen her before, Katie claimed we had never met. Her smile felt strikingly familiar. I knew in my heart that I had stared into her green eyes before. When she swore that night was the first time we’d spoken, I didn’t push for the truth.

For an hour, we danced around any details that might kill the attraction between us. We mostly talked about the music playing and different drinks. Suddenly, she stopped speaking and stared lovestruck at me. How could I not kiss her?

We ended up in the back seat of her green Subaru Outback. Katie was a woman on a mission. I sensed she was living out a fantasy. Plenty of shy women dreamed of riding a dangerous man’s cock.

I let Katie lead that night. Her lips were soft and puffy. Her hands were curious and demanding. Her pussy was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. I got hooked quickly on the heat she offered.

After our bodies were spent, I asked if we could go on a date. Katie’s confidence fizzled once the pleasure wore off. She started talking about how she wasn’t local but promised to visit the clubhouse again when she was in town.

As Katie drove away, I was certain I’d never see her again. Thankfully, I was wrong. She came back a half dozen times. During each visit, I learned a little more about her. She was an endoscopy nurse. She lived in Little Rock with her sister and two black cats named Witchy and Wicked.

Those tidbits were never enough. I found myself constantly thinking about Katie. Something about her was special, making the sex better.

For the first time in years, I wanted to date a woman. Katie had even spurred me to consider commitment. In fact, I kept my dick dry long after she stopped showing up.

Katie eventually texted a cryptic message. “One day, I hope you and I can be honest, but I’m not ready for that conversation.”

Having been honest since day one, I hadn’t understood what the fuck she was talking about. As the months passed, I kept texting her. Sometimes, I begged for her attention like a desperate dog. Sometimes, I kept my messages flirty, reminding her of the fun we shared. Occasionally, I threatened to bang another chick if she didn’t respond.

When nothing worked, my club brothers suggested I hire someone to track her down. By then, I was convinced Katie was married. I had been the wild side piece she used to live out a fantasy. Knowing the truth might have helped me let her go. Despite the temptation to track her down growing more intense with each passing month, I chose to keep my fantasy safe by not learning the truth.

Instead, I sent her regular texts with information about my life. I shared pictures of my friends and family during the holidays. She received a ton of photos of my tough little Chihuahua, Goblin. I also sent a few dick pics, so she wouldn’t forget what she was missing. Mostly, I texted to see if she would block me, but Katie never did.

I wasn’t sure how long I would wait. Several times, I’d considered hooking up with other chicks. Once the women were in front of me, I lost my nerve. I couldn’t give up on Katie yet.

On New Year’s Eve, Katie texted to wish me well. Nothing else. She acted like I hadn’t been texting her weekly. I was frustrated and ready to quit waiting.

“Fuck that dumb bitch,” insisted my bitchiest sister, Sabrina, as her two girlfriends, Xandy and Moe, nodded in unison. “You’re a prize, and she’s a cock tease. Let her rot.”

My oldest sister, Lula, leaned into logic by claiming, “She might have left her husband, and then they got back together.”

“Why not block me?”

Watching me with her warm brown eyes, Lula replied, “Because a part of her wonders what might have been.”

“Wouldn’t her husband see the pictures I sent her?”

“I don’t know. Why are you sending this woman pictures?”

“I don’t want her to forget what my dick looks like.”

Lula wasn’t particularly impressed by that comment. My only blonde sister, Vanessa, proved far more sympathetic.

“Honor your heart,” she said. “Even if you look like a clingy twat, embrace that feeling until you’re over her.”

“What if I never get over her?”

“That would be sad, but you’ve had enough pussy to last a lifetime. Giving up sex isn’t the end of the world. Just let yourself be a clingy twat.”

Vanessa’s words gave me permission to sulk for a bit longer. From the outside, I remained happy. But inside, I was dying without an answer from Katie. Maybe hiring a PI was the way to go.

The world went on while I sulked. Today’s party was to celebrate the brawl between three members of the LM Jokers Motorcycle Club and three men aligned with my club. My friends, Boone Chester and Alon “Nine” Tooker, were involved, along with Zodiac Bondi, who was the president of the allied Black Rainbow Motorcycle Club.

The Sorority House was a massive white house located on the northside of Little Memphis. Like many of the Crimson Guard foxes, my sisters, Sabrina and Vanessa, lived at the mansion.

Lula and her new husband, Dan “Exile” Shaw, were also at the party. I was surrounded by people in love. My cousin, the Crimson Guard president, Clint Reed, was going gaga over his tiny, new wife, Ivy. Zodiac followed around my cousin, Elle, who was carrying their newborn, Trent, in one of those baby slings. Joining me at a basketball game was Boone Chester, who had recently gotten engaged to Exile’s sister, Nova, during the holidays.

Everyone was in love! Even Sabrina, who had been with Moe and Xandy for years, kept rubbing my face in her good luck by rubbing her boobs against theirs.