her resolve.
Chapter 11
ASH
Ash adjusted himself as he sat on his motorcycle waiting for Maggie to come out. Awful inconvenient getting a hard-on every time he was around her. Shit and when she laughed and smiled at him he was done. It was all he could do not to come across that table at her. He wondered what held him back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cared about respecting a woman. Of course he’d never met a woman like Maggie before.
And who the hell was this Jessie guy asking her out on dates anyway? Ash racked his brain trying to think of all the Jessie’s in town. He couldn’t quite put his finger on any one man. Then again it wasn’t like he made it his business to know everyone in town. He pretty much kept to himself, his club, and their business. But he was at The Hole every Monday when they had the open mic nights and he couldn’t remember any guys named Jessie being a regular.
Ash sat up straighter when he saw Maggie step out of the house. She looked good today. He was becoming a big fan of those pants. He thought he remembered hearing them referred to as yoga pants. Hell if he got to watch Maggie do it he’d probably become a big fan of yoga too.
He smiled at her as he started his bike, and she smirked back as she walked to her car parked in front of him on the driveway. Ash wasn’t sure what he was going to do about this situation, but he knew he needed to get this woman out of his head. She was turning him upside down, and the only way he knew to clear her out of his system was to fuck her. If he could satiate that physical demand that crawled through him every time she even looked at him, then maybe he would be free.
Although he supposed it could backfire. Ash wasn’t sure he was capable of love. Not the romantic kind at least. He loved his mother, but wasn’t that a given? He supposed he could say he loved his club. He would take a bullet for Prentice so that pretty much equaled love. But romantic love? No. He had definitely never experienced romantic love. Not that sappy shit you see in the movies at least.
Ash could not imagine himself saying all those things men were supposed to whisper to women, cuddling on a couch, or after sex for that matter. When he was done he was done. He didn’t want to hang around and press his hot sweaty body against another person’s hot sweaty body and breath all over each other. That idea did not equal fun for him. Plus this woman deserved that shit didn’t she? She was like that. She was soft, and sweet, and needed that kind of gentle hand. Ash looked down at his hands as Maggie started her car up. His hands were not soft or gentle. They were large, rough, grease stained hands.
Maggie put her car into reverse the red lights waking him from his reverie. He quickly popped the gears into neutral and walked his bike back enough for him to put it in first and pull it around and out into the street.
Once in the street he maneuvered his bike to the side and waited for Maggie to back out of her driveway and start on her way to the library. When she passed him Ash let out the clutch and followed her. Unlike before when he kept his distance today he stayed two car lengths behind her. He wanted her to hear his bike. Wanted her to know he was here. That she wasn’t alone. He couldn’t imagine anyone hurting Maggie. He knew that when he finally did meet this Reef it would take every ounce of self-restraint not to smash his head in.
After a short drive into town Maggie pulled into the parking lot of the library. Ash pulled in beside her and cut the engine on his bike. She got out of her car, but leaned back in to grab her purse and what he assumed was her lunch bag.
“I’ll wait here until you’re inside. What time do you get off today?”
“I should be done by about four. I’m heading to the bar at eight so I’ll just go straight home from work, you probably don’t have to follow me home if you have better stuff to
Chapter 11
ASH
Ash adjusted himself as he sat on his motorcycle waiting for Maggie to come out. Awful inconvenient getting a hard-on every time he was around her. Shit and when she laughed and smiled at him he was done. It was all he could do not to come across that table at her. He wondered what held him back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cared about respecting a woman. Of course he’d never met a woman like Maggie before.
And who the hell was this Jessie guy asking her out on dates anyway? Ash racked his brain trying to think of all the Jessie’s in town. He couldn’t quite put his finger on any one man. Then again it wasn’t like he made it his business to know everyone in town. He pretty much kept to himself, his club, and their business. But he was at The Hole every Monday when they had the open mic nights and he couldn’t remember any guys named Jessie being a regular.
Ash sat up straighter when he saw Maggie step out of the house. She looked good today. He was becoming a big fan of those pants. He thought he remembered hearing them referred to as yoga pants. Hell if he got to watch Maggie do it he’d probably become a big fan of yoga too.
He smiled at her as he started his bike, and she smirked back as she walked to her car parked in front of him on the driveway. Ash wasn’t sure what he was going to do about this situation, but he knew he needed to get this woman out of his head. She was turning him upside down, and the only way he knew to clear her out of his system was to fuck her. If he could satiate that physical demand that crawled through him every time she even looked at him, then maybe he would be free.
Although he supposed it could backfire. Ash wasn’t sure he was capable of love. Not the romantic kind at least. He loved his mother, but wasn’t that a given? He supposed he could say he loved his club. He would take a bullet for Prentice so that pretty much equaled love. But romantic love? No. He had definitely never experienced romantic love. Not that sappy shit you see in the movies at least.
Ash could not imagine himself saying all those things men were supposed to whisper to women, cuddling on a couch, or after sex for that matter. When he was done he was done. He didn’t want to hang around and press his hot sweaty body against another person’s hot sweaty body and breath all over each other. That idea did not equal fun for him. Plus this woman deserved that shit didn’t she? She was like that. She was soft, and sweet, and needed that kind of gentle hand. Ash looked down at his hands as Maggie started her car up. His hands were not soft or gentle. They were large, rough, grease stained hands.
Maggie put her car into reverse the red lights waking him from his reverie. He quickly popped the gears into neutral and walked his bike back enough for him to put it in first and pull it around and out into the street.
Once in the street he maneuvered his bike to the side and waited for Maggie to back out of her driveway and start on her way to the library. When she passed him Ash let out the clutch and followed her. Unlike before when he kept his distance today he stayed two car lengths behind her. He wanted her to hear his bike. Wanted her to know he was here. That she wasn’t alone. He couldn’t imagine anyone hurting Maggie. He knew that when he finally did meet this Reef it would take every ounce of self-restraint not to smash his head in.
After a short drive into town Maggie pulled into the parking lot of the library. Ash pulled in beside her and cut the engine on his bike. She got out of her car, but leaned back in to grab her purse and what he assumed was her lunch bag.
“I’ll wait here until you’re inside. What time do you get off today?”
“I should be done by about four. I’m heading to the bar at eight so I’ll just go straight home from work, you probably don’t have to follow me home if you have better stuff to
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