Intrigue. Lust. Passion.

Blaze is a member of a motorcycle gang on their way to Sturgis, South Dakota for the huge biker rally held there every year. He’s single and wants to keep it that way, but plans on taking as many females as he can to his bed while in the rowdy town.

Angel is working in her uncle’s motorcycle repair shop and when Blaze comes in with a little trouble with his new ride, she finds him as interesting as he finds her.

Blaze is stricken with her knowledge of bikes and her beauty as well as her feisty attitude.

But when he asks her out, a thing he never does, she refuses.

It only serves to send Blaze into alpha-mode and he shows up at her home and makes her dinner then she takes him to her bedroom.

Both know they have stumbled onto something neither saw coming.

But can Angel get past her fear of abandonment and let Blaze have a place in her heart? And can Blaze get past his idea of being single forever and let Angel into his heart? As both want to be the master of the situation, can they give into the other without losing who they are?

The Billionaire Bad Boy Meets His Angel #1

Vibrations filled the air as the fifteen of us made the last leg of our journey to the motorcycle Mecca of the world; Sturgis, South Dakota.

After our gang met up at the Ohio headquarters of The Brothers of the Scarlet Dragon, the motorcycle club I belong to, we headed out for the three-day trip to the rally which beats all motorcycle rallies.

This is the third year that I’ve made this trip. I have to fool my entire family each year to be able to do this.

I’m a business lawyer. That means I push papers for the law firm that my grandfather started way back before even my father was born. Thanks to that man, we all are stinking rich.

That alone was good enough reason for me to be able to flake off my entire life. But one of the stipulations of being able to receive one’s trust fund is that you have to show my grandfather your college degree.

Oh, and it must pertain to the law in some fashion!

So I had to keep my grades up in school. I had to be able to get into Harvard and that is where I stayed until I successfully completed my Master’s Degree in Business Law.

A thing that I hate with every fiber of my being!

I’m the youngest in my family. My father’s an only child. So the billions upon billions of dollars my grandfather has managed to make with my father’s help and now my oldest brother’s help too, keeps us in our fancy mansions, cars and motorcycles, in my case.

After six years of college, I was placed in the family firm. That’s where I’ve been the last six years and I’m going completely stir crazy in the New York office.

Only a mere thirty now, I’m ready to sow a few wild oats. My family has kept my ass so damn busy, I’ve had little to no time for extracurricular activities, like chasing ass.

Those snooty East Coast bitches just don’t do it for me anymore. Especially the ones that my family approves of.

That’s another reason I hate my life revolving around the law firm. One must always keep the family name of Worthington in good standing.

My name is Benjamin Franklin Worthington of the Manhattan Worthington's. That’s how I am introduced at all functions and do you think anyone is ever allowed to call me anything other than by my full first name?

No!

I am to be called Benjamin at all times, according to my stuffy grandfather, who insisted on naming my brother, and me. He got saddled with Theodore Roosevelt.

Poor man.

But my older brother is different than I am. He actually likes to be stuffy just like our father and grandfather. Mom’s okay, but when Father is around, she has to act a certain way or he belittles her.

I really hate it when he does that. Thankfully, Mom has her act down pat. I can only call her Mom when no one else is around. Other than that, I must call her Mother.

Even the tiniest infraction of civilized rules and etiquette is dealt with hastily. And the ever present threat of being cut off without a dime is always in the air when anyone is even thinking about doing something my grandfather deems inappropriate.

So, as far as he knows, I’m on a learning mission to better understand the legal conditions under which motorcycle manufacturers can get by with violating the safety standards that other motor vehicles have to follow.

I came up with that whole idea all by myself!

I had to purchase a very impressive piece of machinery to make this learning mission I am on. Each year, I get a brand new bike to test. Of course, he makes me sell it afterward, but for the month of August, I get to be a free man with a badass motorcycle under my ass.

My ride for this trip is a brand new Harley CVO Street Glide in red. It ey CVO Street Glide in red. It’is one amazing machine and a killer ride. The last three days have flown by as I do feel like I’m gliding over the road with my gang of fellow bikers.

My family knows nothing about my involvement with the gang. They would lose their shit if they knew about this!

The higher ups in this gang know about my real name and my real life. But all the others know me simply as Blaze. The badass who happens to be a lawyer too.

And when I get to be this man, the man I really feel I am, I go all the way bad.

Drinking, smoking, cussing, womanizing! You name it. I do it!

The day after Labor Day marks the end of Blaze and back I go to the slightly depressed version of myself, Benjamin Worthington.

But those first few weeks after I go back still has me feeling kind of high from all the fun I’ve had. And I know that this trip will be the same.

Hot ass chicks are everywhere in Sturgis with the bike rally. And they are ready to go at all times. You can get laid just about anywhere in the town that overflows with bikers for a limited amount of time.

And I plan on getting a different one every single night I’m there. I already booked myself a private motel room and had a whole box full of clothes and assorted sexual devices sent up to the motel I’m going to be staying at.

I am ready to roll!

The rumble of another Harley moves up next me and I see out of the corner of my eye it is a couple who have been in this gang for quite some time.

Rod and Ashley Manning are one of the few married couples in the gang. She rides behind him for this trip but she’s got her own ride, and even rides on her own sometimes.

They have two teenage daughters and take this trip each year to get away from all the family and just be the couple they are. It’s cool, I suppose. But I wouldn’t want to take a chick to this babe-fest.

No way!

As they move ahead of me, another couple pulls up and I see it’s the newest couple, Paco, and Phoenix. From what they said when we were camping last night, they met only three months ago and hit it off so well, they’ve been together nonstop ever since.

Paco’s going to surprise her by going through Vegas after the rally and marrying her to make it all good and legal. I told him he should keep it easy to get the hell out of if it goes south.

One never knows how a relationship is going to work out. If I would’ve married the first piece of ass I got, then I’d probably be dead right now instead of cruising down the highway on a cool August morning.

Sandra Moore was my first love when I started college. We dated all through college. I kept her around mostly because she made the cut with my family.

She was from an upscale family and a law student. So much money no one can count it all, just like our family. And snooty to her very core.

I got lucky, and she found what she called a real lawyer. He took her off my hands and after the initial shock of being dumped, I found myself very relieved to be rid of her.

Playing the field in the New York scene was okay. But when you have to maintain such high standards to keep from losing your trust fund, you can’t find many women who like the things I do.

After three years of that crap, I found the love of motorcycles and it took me no time at all to find this gang who took me in quickly. Like a very dysfunctional family of sorts.

There are some assholes, just like in any family. But there are some good people too. And they all accept each other for who they are. No judging is done by anyone.

I don’t think it’s allowed!

We’re getting close to the town we’ve been waiting for. You can tell that by the way the whole cluster of bikes begins to speed up. Our hearts are beginning to pound in all of our chests as the excitement starts to key up.

A cold beer and a hot woman sitting on my lap are close at hand and I find myself getting nearly giddy over that fact. Not much longer until I get to put my little vacation from boredom into play.

Girls, you better watch out!

My bike makes a little bump and then I feel something odd happen. It went down a little. Something doesn’t feel right.

Shit!

Looks like my plan of a cold beer and a hot girl will have to wait for me to stop off at one of the many garages they have in town.

This would be how it fucking starts for me!

This whole year has been a giant cluster-fuck. I singlehandedly lost a major client a few months ago when I dared to ask him how he could live with himself.

He’s a rich son-of-a-bitch and bought the rights to manufacture the main drug used in treating AIDS. He jacked the price up so high that most people with the disease couldn’t afford to buy it.

He came to our firm to seek help in keeping the product at the price he set as he was being asked by the federal government to reduce the price to what it was when he originally purchased the licensing.

Wanting our help in keeping his price, he came to us and gave a very healthy sum of money to the firm to help him. At the meeting we had with the asshole, I told him off.

My grandfather was pissed, but my father and brother, though silent, agreed with me. So I managed not to get cut off without a cent and retained my place in the family firm.

But it was a nightmarish few months with my grandfather giving me the cold shoulder.

I know that doesn’t sound so bad, but my grandfather knows how to make the cold shoulder really hurt.

For instance, he bought the entire legal staff their own individual, personal drivers for a whole year. Not me, though. He also brought in gourmet lunches on Fridays, but I was not invited.

He would walk right past me, telling everyone hello who came before and after me. That kind of shit!

He finally stopped a few weeks ago and things went back to normal. The man can keep that up for a very long time. It’s probably taking years off his life.

That’s what I tell myself, anyway.

Around the bend we come, and my bike is getting lower and lower. I’m glad it waited until we were almost here to do this. The first large bar we see is where our leaders pull in and I pull up alongside Rod and his wife.

We all cut off our bikes. “Hey, Rod, I’m going to catch up with you guys in a little while. I have to find a shop to see what the hell is going on with my ride.”

He gives me the thumbs up so I turn the bike back on and take off to find what looks like a reputable motorcycle repair shop. I don’t want to get screwed here.

Not too far away from the bar, I see a sign that says, Phil’s Motorcycle Garage. The sign under it says he specializes in Harleys. So I think this might be the best place to at least start at.

Especially since the bike just keeps on getting lower.

And there doesn’t seem to be a lot of people in the parking lot. Only one other bike is parked here. An older model Sportster. Looks like a chick bike.

Maybe there’s some hot chick in here who can sit on my lap while I wait for the bike to be repaired!

I turn the bike off and get off to walk it into the large bay with the metal garage door opened on it. It’s dimly lit in here and hard to see. But I don’t see anyone yet.

Stopping to get my cellphone out of my pocket, I check the time.

Shit! It’s noon. Lunch time.

I’ll probably have to wait here for a damn hour before I can get any help. The hits just keep on coming. Nineteen hours of riding to get to some real fun and I have this little hitch in the scene.

I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come with this trip. It’s supposed to be fun after all. Not headache after headache.

A group of motorcycles blast past the garage and the entire bay vibrates with the loud noise they make. It makes my heart skip a beat. I love the growl of a pack of bikes.

I just want to be out there, having a great time with my brothers from the gang, sipping some cold suds. Instead, I’m in a dank and dark garage seeking mechanical attention for a bike that shouldn’t need it yet, it’s so damn new.

After the last few bikes in that group get past I listen hard and hear some tapping. Maybe a computer keyboard.

But as I look around, I don’t see anyone. So I put the kickstand down and leave my bike in the bay and make my way up a set of steps.

A smell wafts past my nose and I stop and breathe it in. Fresh flowers are what it smells like. That and clean linen.

What a misplaced scent in a motorcycle repair shop. Oil and gasoline are predominating, but that little trickle of wonderful manages to seep in.

I smile for no reason other than it smells good and seems out of place in this very rugged town. Even most of the chicks around here have remnants of road dust and the oil and gas mix that comes with a pack of bikes and their exhaust systems.

The alcohol helps one not to care much about the smell of what’s on your lap. The feeling is what matters the most.

More tapping and a bit of low muttering I can hear. It’s a woman.

What kind of woman would be working in this grease pit?

I prepare myself to see a Hun of a female. I’ll try hard not to react too unfavorably when I see the brute.

“Hey!” I shout.

But nothing comes back as my voice echoes off the metal walls of the garage.

I wait a moment then shout again, but still nothing. I’m sure I hear someone typing, though. Then the sound of a phone ringing fills the air and a female voice mutters again, “Shit!”

Maybe she can’t hear well either. Ugly and deaf, yikes!

So I shout very loud in my best New Yorker voice, “Hey, a little help here, I ain’t got all day!”

Chapter 2

ANGEL

With the mechanics gone for lunch, the garage will be somewhat quiet for the next hour so I can actually get some work done. Parts need to be ordered and I’ve yet to do that as I was quietly watching Cletus work on a two-year-old Honda all morning long.

I’m in my last year of college. At the end of May next year, I’ll be the proud holder of a Master’s Degree in Engineering. To design motorcycles is what I long to do for my career.

Hopefully, not too terribly long from now, I can do just that. But for now, I’m working part-time in my uncle’s motorcycle repair shop.

It’s helping me get some hands on experience with the miraculous machines. Not that the mechanics let me actually touch any of the customer’s bikes, I do watch them, though.

As long as I stay quiet and don’t ask any questions, they let me watch. I’ve learned a lot by working here the last few years.

I grew up on the outskirts of Sturgis, South Dakota. Motorcycles kind of come with life here. I got my first one when I was fifteen. Uncle Phil gave it to me.

He was married when he was younger. No kids, though. His wife died when she was only thirty-two. They had a real love, and he never saw fit to take another wife.

So my sister and I became like his kids in a way. He managed to get me interested in bikes, but my younger sister is much too girly.

The latest bike he gave me a few years ago is a Harley Sportster XL883L in black. It’s cool enough and runs great.

My parents moved off to California last year, leaving me alone here as my sister married a marine and they now live in France. What they’re doing over there is top secret, or so she told me when I asked what the hell they need our marines in France for.

Uncle Phil keeps an eye on me. I don’t get into trouble, though.

I stay out of the many bars there are here. I don’t really date as I think men all suck and make you think they love you but then leave you with no reason why.

Yeah, I have men issues. My first love was a hot biker with badass tattoos and a beard that was just the right amount of scratchy when he kissed me.

I thought what we had was real. He made me believe I was the girl for him. We were together for three years before he told me one day he wanted to see the world.

I was all for it. Thought I could finish college when we got done with our world adventure.

Only I didn’t realize he meant he wanted to go alone. I had to watch him pack up and kiss the top of my head then he told me he hoped I had a very nice life.

A nice life!

Words couldn’t come to me as he left. I was dumb-struck. I watched him ride off into the sunset and I never heard from the guy, I thought loved me as much as I thought I loved him, again.

That was a couple of years ago. I’m over him and guys in general. Who needs a man, anyway?

I have my own little house I rented at the edge of town. My little Poodle, Maltese mix pup, accurately named, Cuddles, keeps me protected. And thanks to modern technology, there are machines to do what a man can for me.

One day I will make enough money to take complete care of myself. The paltry amount I make here is enough to get me by. But just that.

With my diploma in hand, I hope to change my financial outlook in just over a year or so. I have my plan for the future. Men not need apply.

I used to dabble at the bars a little now and again, but the few guys I thought would be random one-night stands all somehow wanted more than that from me. So I stopped going to the bars.

Work and home are all I do now. My classes are all online and only once a month do I have to go and check in with a few of my professors. Life is good and things couldn’t be better.

I’ve learned how to keep men at bay with a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude. As one can imagine, I get a ton of hot biker guys who come in here with their broken motorcycles. And a lot of them hit on me.

I hit back, though, and not in a nice way!

There’s no reason to act as if I might actually go out with them. I won’t.

When what’s-his-ass left me, I refuse to say his name ever again, I kind of broke down.

He taught me some things. First, never let yourself fall into a deep love. You lose some of yourself in that person. When they leave, like they all do eventually, you lose that piece of you too.

The second thing he taught me is how to be tough as hell. You have to be or men will come in and tell you nice things. You’ll believe their lying asses and it will end with you crying yourself to sleep way too many nights.

The third thing he taught me was how meaningless sex is. I thought what we did was special. I mean he and I found we liked the kinky stuff. A little BDSM was fun from time to time.

He’d let me be the boss sometimes, and I’d let him be the boss too. Fun, and I thought deep. I was a dumbass. It wasn’t deep to him. We didn’t share a special bond.

It was just sex, and it meant nothing.

And the handful of times I did it after him were very meaningless. And the guys were kind of pussy-like when I smacked them with the belt. Only one let me handcuff him to the bed.

Wimps!

And not one of them would smack my ass hard enough to make a difference. They were all, ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

How could I have explained that I like a little pain in the game?

So I just ignored the men when they tried to get me to have some type of a relationship with them. My grandmother lives thirty miles away and if I couldn’t get them to leave me alone, then I’d escape to her place until they moved on.

Me and Cuddles are fine alone. She’s kind of a bitch just like I am. When dumbass male dogs come into the yard, she barks and goes at them like she’s a Doberman.

She’s the same way with the human variety of men too. My poor mailman had a package he was trying to get to my door with. She ripped his pants leg as she tugged at it to make him stop coming to the door.

He told me I needed a vicious dog sign and if I ever got another package, I could take my ass down to the post office to pick it up unless I tied the little bitch up.

I took her inside and gave her a steak and a good-doggy pat on the head.

She tried to do her job. Keep the evil, lying, no-good men away from her mommy!

Thanks to her, I never have to worry about some man getting into my house without her trying to kill them.

A large group of bikes pass by the shop and it makes the whole metal building rattle as they do. I put on my headphones and listen to a little music on my phone to drown out the outside noise.

The annual motorcycle rally is growing very close and already large groups of bikers are coming into town. Trashy women are already showing up and strategically placing themselves on barstools in every bar and lounging around area parks, hopeful to score some biker dick.

I don’t know where most of these females come from. We have a few but not as many as pop out of the woodwork when the rally is in town. It’s quite amazing, actually.

It never fails to surprise me with all the ready-to-go-women, that I still get hit on just walking down the street. I’m always thinking as I’m flipping the men off who dare to bother me that there’s a ton of pussy walking around, leave me the hell alone.

My uncle tells me I shouldn’t dress in tight leather pants and halter tops if I don’t want the men’s attention. He may be right, but fuck, I should be able to dress the way I want!

I ride a motorcycle everywhere I go for Christ’s sakes!

I need the leather to protect my fucking skin. If I ever fall that is.

I look around and find the clipboard with the wooden back on it and knock on it three times.

No reason to tempt fate!

With the good Lord’s grace, I have never wrecked. I’ve come close a time or two, but never ate it. I knock on the wood again for even thinking about it.

The computer freezes up for a moment and it scares the crap out of me that I’ll have to start this parts list over. I mutter to myself, “Fucking, piece of shit.”

My uncle needs to buy a new computer, but he’s too cheap. This one will have to completely crap out before he’ll see fit to make the several hundred-dollar investment.

And I’ll be stuck having to use my own laptop to order parts until he does. The man is a notorious penny pincher.

Another thunderous bunch of bikes pass the shop, and it has me looking out the glass door at them. It’s a gang all wearing matching leather jackets and looking all cool.

I’ve never been in a gang. Not that I haven’t thought they looked kind of cool. I’m just a real loner and loners don’t belong in groups.

Loners like to be alone.

Do some stormy nights have me wishing for more than my puppy as a companion?

Sure.

Does watching a love story on television have me searching for someone to love and love me?

Sure. That’s why I don’t watch that shit anymore.

Does the sight of a well-tattooed, bearded man with mountains of muscles get me hot?

Of course, I am only human!

But will I give a man a chance to fill those voids?

Hell no!

That leads to the heartbreak again, and that’s a place I’m never revisiting.

But as I watch the pack of bikers ride past the garage, I see chicks riding bitch behind their boyfriends or husbands or whatever. And I secretly wish I could do that.

Maybe just one time. Maybe I wouldn’t fall in love with the douche bag. Maybe I could keep things light and easy.

Then the phone rings and it comes through on my headphones since I have them plugged in and it scares the shit out of me. “Shit!” I scream out loud as I pull the cord out of the phone.

It’s a damn eight hundred number so I’m not even going to answer it, anyway. Man, what a way to ruin a little daydream!

“Hey, a little help here, I ain’t got all day!” some man shouts from the bay.

His voice is all gruff, and he sounds like an East coast, ass-wipe.

I want to yell back that I ain’t got all day either but Uncle Phil talked to me just this morning about not being rude to the customers. So I don’t yell anything and get up off the tall stool and go see what the prick wants.

Just as I get to the stairs that lead down into the bay I see a tall figure standing in the shadows as the mechanics turned the overhead lights off when they left for lunch.

His broad shoulders stand out against the dim backlighting. As I look past him, I see a bad to the bone Harley just inside the bay and it looks brand new.

A rich prick, I bet.

As he turns to look back at his bike and hitches his thumb, gesturing to it, I can see his long beard. “Got some bike troubles. I need to see a mechanic,” he says with a gravelly, deep, sexy voice.

But I’m sure he’s a cock-sucker like all men are!

He steps forward and I step back. He keeps walking forward and I keep stepping backward. All the way until we’re inside the lighted waiting area and then I see him.

His hair is dirty blonde and cut so close to his head on both sides it looks almost like it’s shaved. The top is a long flop of waves. His aviator sunglasses are so dark I can’t see the color of his eyes.

He pulls them off and some piercing blue eyes look at me. Running over me as he looks me up and down and it sends chills through me quickly followed by heat.

Fuck me, he’s hot!

His black leather jacket has red letters stitched into it. Seems he’s a member of a gang called The Brothers of the Scarlet Dragon. And there’s a name stitched in red just over his left very nicely defined pec.

Blaze.

Hmm, bet it’s because he’s like a flash of fire. Hot and then gone…

Tight, black, leather pants hug some massive legs. The defined muscles make the leather bend to conform to them.

They must be hard, like steel.

His motorcycle boots are dusty from the road. He must’ve ridden quite some ways to get here. Him and his gang of motorcycle riding hellions.

I’m sure he’s looking for some hot action while he’s in town. A wealthy banker on a little retreat from a wife and kids.

Cheater!

The form-fitting white T is sheer enough to see his six pack of abs and the lines are all so defined it almost seems unnatural.

Most likely all steroid muscles. No real work.

I’m sure he’s a bunch of lies all wrapped into a nice looking package.

I see no visible tats to gauge his realness from. I’m an avid tattoo adviser and very critical of ones that don’t mean anything or lend a beauty to the owner.

His caramel lips part and I can see a nice set of white teeth behind them. Then I realize I’ve pulled my lower lip between my teeth and hurry to let it go.

Damn girl!

For reasons I can’t figure out except it’s kind of hot in here and now that he’s walked in it seems a lot hotter, he’s taking off his leather jacket.

Fuck! His biceps are enormous and his arms are covered in art. I mean real artwork. Not just dumb tats that make no sense. He’s a canvas for some very skilled artist.

I’m ashamed to admit that my body is quivering, and I just got really wet.

I swallow and do my best to regain my inner bitch then say, “What can I do for you, Blaze?”

Chapter 3

BLAZE

I seem to be looking at my first conquest and man is she smoking hot!

So hot in fact, I’m having a hard time forming words. “How do you know my name?”

With a nod, she gestures to the jacket I’ve taken off and tossed on the little beat up sofa in the waiting room. “Oh, yeah. My jacket. Um, so my bike is, um…”

Her dark brows arch up as she asks, “Making a strange noise?”

She runs the tip of her tongue out just a hair to move over her plump bottom lip. A plum colored lip gloss covers them and makes them look delicious.

I shake my head as that’s not the problem with the bike but damn it, I can’t recall what the problem is as she’s so completely distracting. Her hand moves to her hip and she shifts her weight to her other leg.

Her long, black leather covered leg that looks so long, lean and fuckable. A pink sheer top she has on and a dark pink silk bra she’s wearing peeks out underneath it.

She turns around and goes back behind the tall counter and sits back on the tall stool there and looks back at the old computer on the top it if. She has a pair of angel wings on her back I can see underneath the sheer shirt.

Her deep, gorgeous blue eyes peer at me over the top of the old grease stained monitor as she asks, “Is it vibrating too much?”

“Huh?” I ask as I was looking at how pretty she has her black hair braided. The long braid lays over her right shoulder and the end of it rests on her boob. Her really perfect, pert and voluptuous boob.

“Is it vibrating more than usual?” she asks then looks back at the screen. “It’s a new Street Glide, isn’t it?”

I know the answer to that one!

“Yes, yes it is. But it’s not vibrating any more than usual. I just got it a few days ago in a Harley shop in New York. Have you ever ridden one before? I could take you on a ride.” I stop myself because I’m coming off way uncool. “If you want, I mean. I don’t need you to go on a ride with me. But if you were wondering what a beast like my bike rides like, I could take you. On a ride that is. I could take you on a ride. Not take you. You know what I mean…”

I shut up as she looks at me with her mouth slightly open then she says, “I know what you mean. No, I don’t want to ride it. I mean, it’s a badass machine and I’m sure I’d enjoy the ride but not with you.”

“Why not with me?” I ask as I lean on the counter and try to catch another glimpse of that sweet tattoo on her back. “Those wings on your back, any significant reason for them?”

Without looking at me she answers, “My name is Angel, hence the wings. And it’s nothing personal. I just kind of hate men. That’s why not you.”

Of course! She’s a lesbian!

“So, into women then. What a loss for men everywhere.” I stand back up and turn away.

No reason to make myself sick over a girl who likes girls.

“No, not into women,” she says with a huff. “Why is it when a woman says she hates men they always assume she’s a lesbian? Can’t a woman simply hate men without wanting to lick another chick into ecstasy?”

I turn back to look at her and stifle a laugh. “Crap! You are one verbal gal.”

She looks back at the ancient monitor. “Not making a strange noise, not vibrating too much. Is it getting lower?”

Shock runs through me. “Yeah! That’s it! How…”

“It’s a common problem with the air ride suspension system when you’re traveling over rough surfaces. It’s most likely a small prick that punctured the line. I’m sure our mechanic can get it going for you fairly quickly. If you have a credit card on you, I can go ahead and write up a ticket so he can get busy on it as soon as he gets back from lunch.” She holds out her hand and on the inside of her wrist there’s a little angel, complete with a halo.

I take her hand and look at the tat as I take my wallet out with my other hand. “Nice.”

She allows me to hold her hand and I find sparks shooting all through me as I touch her.

That’s never happened before!

I let it go to retrieve my credit card and find the sparks starting to dissipate. That had to mean something.

Placing the card in her hand, I purposely graze her palm with my fingertips and the sparks come back. I notice her eyes are narrowed at me. Then she looks away quickly.

I bet she felt that too!

“So how do you know so much about bikes, Angel?” I ask as I lean back on the counter since she isn’t a lesbian, and she is into men and she has such an amazing effect on me.

“I’m nine months away from getting my Master’s in Engineering. I want to build bikes. Preferably ones with women in mind.” She looks at me with a smile after she sees my card. “Worthington? And you are Benjamin of the famous Worthington Law Firm in New York. I had pegged you as a banker, not a billionaire lawyer. A married banker with kids. Not an extremely eligible bachelor.”

And now this hard demeanor she’s had will fade away like cotton candy in a rainstorm.

“You found out.” I lean in a bit closer. “So how about that ride, now?”

“Ha!”

Not the sound I thought I was about to hear.

She goes to typing and not looking at me. So I ask, although hesitantly, “Why the loud, ha?”

“I see men with money around this town all the damn time.” Her eyes level on me. “I can become some billionaire’s bimbo anytime I want to. Thing is, I don’t want to. But you should watch out for the other ladies in this town. And when I say ladies, believe me, I am using that term very loosely.”

I put the card back in my wallet as she has taken off all the information she needed and placed it on the counter rather than placing it back in my hand. “You are one of the three people in this town who know my real name, Angel. No one else will know me by anything other than, Blaze. I trust you can keep my little secret.”

Her deep blue, sexy as hell eyes which are framed by the darkest and thickest of lashes flutter at me as she moves her hand to her chest and says, “Me? You can completely trust me to keep your name to myself. I wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for getting you mauled by the pack of hungry females which are running amuck through my hometown.”

“If this is your hometown then why haven’t I seen you around before? I’ve been here for the last two rallies. I’d remember you if I ever saw you around before.” I take the opportunity to pick her braid up and finger it a bit as she’s close enough to do that.

She yanks it out of my hand. “Look, Benny. No fucking around with my personal shit. Not my braid, not my mind, not my body!”

I stand up and feel kind of sheepish as she’s a bit intimidating, and it’s not very easy for a woman to intimidate me. But her use of a nickname for me has me wanting to laugh. And I know she’d get even more pissed if I laughed right now

“I shouldn’t have touched your hair. You’re completely right. It won’t happen again. Unless you ask me to, of course. Then I’ll run my fingers all through that silky heaven on top of your pretty little head.” Her glare tells me that I have spoken the wrong words.

Those porcelain cheeks fill with red and that can only mean one thing.

Anger!

“Pretty little head?” she says with a very even and low tone. It’s a scary tone as I can see fire in her gorgeous eyes. “Look, I had me a biker once, and he made me believe he loved me. He made me think we had a future, and he took off and went on a world tour, alone. He broke me, Benny. I’m not a repairable person from how he left me. So I stay to myself. I don’t want a man. Especially a fucking biker with a love for the road, fast women, and booze. No offense.”

“Yeah, of course. I mean what’s offensive about any of that you just said? Not a thing, right? Not one thing.” I tap my fingers on the top of the counter and wonder how I can repair this damage.

She pounds at the poor keyboard in front of her as she finishes writing up the ticket. Muttering indiscernible things as she does and I decide to take a walk around and look out the glass door as a group of bikers rides along the roadway in front of the garage.

“Hey,” I hear her say so I turn back around and see a little smile on her face. “I’m sorry. I know you aren’t just a biker in some gang. I know you’re this high-powered lawyer who likes to ride once a year. I shouldn’t have said all that to you. I’m a little high-strung at times.”

With slow steps, I walk back toward her. “I have a feeling you don’t apologize often.”

She nods. “Try never.” She smiles again. It’s a wide and genuine smile. “Please don’t tell my uncle I was so harsh to you. He just gave me a lecture this morning about not being rude to his customers.”

I give her a wink. “So the owner is your uncle then?”

“He is,” she says and stands up and comes around the counter to fix some brochures about oil and things for motorcycles. “I’m working here part-time until I finish college and hopefully move on to working for some motorcycle manufacturer. Uncle Phil was nice enough to keep me employed these last few years.”

I lean on the counter and watch her as she leans over to straighten up some magazines on the old as shit coffee table with all kinds of stains on it. Her ass is plump and so damn round and I can hardly stand straight up as I’m getting a huge boner.

So I lean a little lower to help that not be so obvious. She seems to be calming down nicely, and I’d hate her to turn back around and see me all huge for her and get mad again.

“So you stay home and never go out? Is that why I haven’t seen you around before?” I ask as I look away and try to think of things to make the boner go away.

Kids playing baseball. Eating ice cream cones. Riding on a merry-go-round.

Fuck! None of those worked!

She turns back around and says, “That’s why. I’m a homebody. Work and school take up my time. The crazy bar scene is not for me.”

“So, how about dinner then?” I ask as she goes back to sit on the stool behind the counter again.

A thing I’m thankful for as the hard-on is staying, it seems.

She shakes her head and laughs. “No. No dinner. No date. Nothing. Look, Benny, I don’t want you to take this personal. It’s not. It’s just that I’m done with love.”

A loud laugh comes out of me. “Damn! Who said anything about love? I was talking about getting some food and eating it. Not running away to Vegas with me to get hitched!”

Her cheeks go pink and now I’ve embarrassed her.

Shit!

She won’t look at me as she shakes her head and looks down. “No. I know that. I didn’t mean for you to take it that way. Sorry. Just no thank you to dinner. I think I hear them all coming back from lunch. Your bike will be looked at soon if you’d care to take a seat.”

“How old are you, Angel?” I ask as I find her way too young to be so cynical and set on a life of being alone.

Her blue eyes shine as she looks back at me. “Twenty-four. And you’re around thirty, right?”

I nod. “I am thirty. And I’m in no rush to settle down. I’m here to sow some wild oats. So I get it why you don’t want to date anyone who comes in with this crazy rally.”

“Good,” she says with a smile.

A burly man comes in from the back with a stained up blue uniform on. “What ya got, Angel?” His voice is all messed up from years of smoking and being around harsh fumes.

She gestures toward me with an open hand. “This gentleman has an issue with his bike. It’s the red one in the bay.”

He looks me up and down. “In town for the rally?”

I nod. He looks back at Angel. “He hit on you?”

She shakes her head. “No, Uncle Phil. He was a complete gentleman.”

“Good!” he says then turns his large body around and walks out of the room toward the bay.

Once he’s out of earshot, I give her a wink as she looks at me. “Thanks for that. He looks like he packs a wallop.”

With a laugh which sounds like Heaven to me, she says, “He does. And I’ve seen the mess it leaves. I didn’t want your first night in town to be with a shiner and a busted lip. The tramps would just hate it if your pretty face got all messed up.”

I lean over the counter again and smile at her. “So I have a pretty face, do I?”

She blushes and shakes her head. “You are incorrigible.”

I’m smitten is what I am. I’ve never been smitten before, but this has to be it. “Come on, Angel. Just dinner. Just one dinner and if you hate me, then I’ll never bother you again.”

“Nope.” She gets up and walks out of the waiting room, leaving me there alone and wondering how the hell this chick has gotten under my skin so damn quick.

I drum my fingers on the counter until she comes back. She’s beaming as she goes back to her chair.

“Well, what has you all smiles?” I ask.

“Oh, just the fact I was right about your bike. Just a little pinhole. It’ll be ready in about an hour.”

“Cool, I get to hang out with you for another hour.” I go take a seat on the very uncomfortable old sofa and grab a magazine and sit back.

“Seems so. Or if you want, I can give you ride to where ever your gang is and drop you off with them. Someone can give you a call when your bike’s ready,” she says.

“Nah, I’m going to hang out here with you and hopefully talk you into dinner tonight.” I give her my million-dollar smile.

“That won’t happen, Benny.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Chapter 4

ANGEL

“Oh yeah, I forgot to offer you anything to drink,” I say as I recall Uncle Phil’s speech this morning on how to treat his customers. “I have a pot of coffee in the office and there's a few sodas. Or we have some bottled water.”

“I was craving a cold beer,” he says with a lopsided grin that’s really adorable.

“Sorry, we can’t keep beer anywhere inside the shop or Cletus will find it. He’s got a nose like a bloodhound for anything that contains alcohol. But I make a mean coffee with caramel and chocolate.” I get up and head back to the office. “I’ll get you one. I’m making me one, anyway.”

I need a drink myself as this man has my insides all wiggly. It’s a thing I find quite annoying.

And I happen to have a secret stash of alcohol hidden in an ordinary milk carton that Cletus would never touch. After I fill two disposable cups with coffee, I open the milk container and pour some Baileys into each cup and give them a stir with my finger.

I don’t think Mr. Beg Me For A Date, will mind.

As I walk back into the waiting room, he looks up from the magazine he’s holding and his eyes roam all over me. It makes my insides wiggle even more and I hope this drink knocks the wiggles away.

I lean in close to whisper so Cletus won’t hear, “There is some alcohol in here, but don’t say anything about it or my secret stash will be history.”

“Now we both have secrets to keep,” he says with a smile.

“That we do, Benny,” I say then tap the side of my cup to his and we each take a sip.

I watch his expression as he pulls the cup away from his very firm lips. They’re as chiseled as the rest of his face is. Hard corners in some places, soft curves in others.

The man is a mixture of hard and soft all over his body. And from what I’ve seen so far, his personality is that way too.

“You like it?” I ask and wait.

He nods and runs his hand up my arm. “Thanks, I’ve needed something to knock the edge off.”

His touch is making my wiggling insides go into a full roll and I take a step back, trying hard not to let him see how he’s affecting me. I turn and walk back to my seat. “You’re welcome.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s not like I don’t see hot guys every single day. He’s just another one.

After another sip I find myself very curious and ask him, “So, being a lawyer, how have you managed to keep that beard you have there?”

He gets up and brings his coffee with him then leans on the counter. “I started growing it a year ago just for this trip. It was difficult to get to keep it. Until I came up with the reason I needed to.”

His finger moves in a circle around the top of his cup and I find myself wondering what that finger would feel like as it moved in just that fashion around my nipple.

Damn it!

I look into his eyes to stop myself from daydreaming such dangerous dreams. “So what was your reason?”

“Beard products and potentially harmful effects of them. I’m supposed to be writing a legal report once my research is finished,” he says with a smile.

“Is the gang a part of your legal research too?” I ask then take a sip of the coffee I wish was straight whiskey as he’s doing such a number on me it’s making me seriously think about accepting his dinner invitation and a whiskey would remind me that I don’t date.

“No. No one knows about my involvement with them.” He smiles and winks. “Now you know another big secret about me. It’s time for you to let me in on another one of yours, so we can stay even here.”

Looking into those piercing eyes has me feeling a bit freer than I usually do and I just say what’s crossing my mind, “Pain excites me.”

His eyebrows raise and he laughs as he says, “I’ll bring my whip then.”

I go all wet again and it makes me really mad at myself. So I add, “But I never give in, Benny. Sorry, the answer is still, no.”

He sighs and picks his coffee cup up and walks away, going back to sit on the sofa. “Have you ever heard the expression, cut your nose off to spite your face, Angel?”

I nod and look back at the computer screen that’s blinking like crazy so I hit the side of the old monitor and it goes all the way black. “Shit!”

“Did you break it?” he asks as he gets back up and comes right back behind the counter and looks at the black screen.

“Maybe,” I say and take a step back.

He looks the whole thing over then looks at the back of the monitor and pushes the cord that’s connected to it in a bit and presto, the screen is back. He looks over at me with a huge smile, like he’s saved the damn day or something.

“There you go. Computer repair services are not my usual thing, but I will accept a dinner date in lieu of cash.” His hand rests on my shoulder and I have to fight the urge to lean in and kiss him.

His eyes hold mine for way too long before I manage to say, “How about you give me this one repair job for free. You know, to keep me coming back for more.”

“No. I want to take you to dinner. I’m done taking no for an answer, Angel.” He stares hard into my eyes.

A shiver runs through me as I see it there in his eyes. He has the ability to make me do things. Bend me, form me, rule me.

“You have to take it, Benny. That’s all I’m giving you. No, thank you.”

My uncle walks into the waiting room and looks at us with his small dark eyes narrowed. “What’s up?”

Shaking off the ominous vibe this man is giving me, I answer, “I thought I had broken your computer, Uncle Phil. But Blaze here figured out the cord was just loose. He saved you a few hundred bucks as I don’t think I would’ve ever thought of that and I would’ve told you it was time for a new computer.”

His eyes go back to normal and he reaches out to shake Blaze’s hand. “Thanks, Blaze. Is that what she called you? I thought I heard her calling you something else.”

“She’s made up a nickname for me, it seems. But Blaze is what I’m called. And you are Uncle Phil. It’s very nice to meet you. I was just asking your niece out to dinner this evening,” he says as he cuts his eyes back at me.

So I finish for him and say, “But I told him no. I know how you don’t like me to date the customers, Uncle Phil.”

My uncle looks at Blaze for a good long moment then he shocks me as he says, “This guy would be okay, Angel. You have my approval to accept his invitation.”

“What?” I say and take a couple of steps back. “No! Rules are rules after all.”

Blaze looks back at my uncle and asks, “What’s her favorite type of food?”

“Italian. Anything Italian,” my backstabbing uncle says. “Your bike is just about ready.” He walks away, leaving us alone again.

“He likes me, Angel. What do you think about that? Maybe I’m not so bad after all,” he says then goes back to sit on the sofa.

“You are bad. You are leaving. And you are not getting me to go with you anywhere. I’m not the kind of girl who likes to become a notch on any man’s bedpost.” I go back to typing in the parts I have to order as this guy has been keeping me off task for over an hour now.

“You sure do jump to some massive conclusions there, Angel. I asked you to dinner not to join me in my motel room.” He laughs and picks up the magazine he’s been pretending to read.

“Right, Benny. Getting me into your bed isn’t on your mind at all,” I say as I roll my eyes.

He lowers the magazine with a Harley like mine on the cover. All I can see are his eyes. His dangerously intriguing eyes. “It’s not. But it seems to be all you can think about.”

My cheeks heat with embarrassment. How did the fucker get me on this end of this deal?

I’ve told the man I like pain and now he knows I’m thinking about him and me in bed and fucking like a couple of rabid animals.

Fuck!

I walk out of the room and go to the bathroom to readjust myself. Looking in the mirror, I see the reflection of a young woman with a lot going on inside her head.

Maybe it’s been too long since I had sex with a real man. The machines can’t hold you. They can’t tell you sweet words. They can’t handle you roughly and make you beg them to keep going or stop.

Maybe I should get laid. Not by that guy!

Not him. I think he has the power to break my heart. I know he does as a matter of fact.

But maybe some other random stranger is going to be necessary to get myself back under control. If this guy can get me so hot and bothered with so little fucking effort, I must be a walking time-bomb, waiting to explode all over some poor schmuck.

With a crack of my neck and my knuckles, I walk back out to find my uncle chatting it up with Blaze who has his jacket back on and is signing the bill.

“This is a very reasonable bill, Phil. Thanks for the break in the labor cost,” Blaze says as he barely looks up at me when I walk in. “You want to run that transaction for me real quick, Sweetie?”

Sweetie!

I don’t say a word though as my uncle disappears back to the garage with a smile on his face. I simply punch in the price and send it to the merchant services site and wait for an approval code.

His hand is resting on the bill and I need it to write the code down on it. But I wait for him to move his hand. Which he doesn’t do.

“Can I have that, please?” I ask very politely.

“Come and take it,” he says.

I look at him to find him smiling with a shit eating grin. So I move my hand slow and deliberate over his and slide the piece of paper out from under his hand.

Electricity flares through me, but I try desperately to ignore it and keep my eyes steady. His blue eyes flash and his grin disappears.

He feels this too!

I watch as his lips tremble a little. “Come on, Angel. Let me take you to dinner. Just dinner. Anywhere you want. Please.”

With a shake of my head, I say the words again, “No, thank you.”

I can’t let him take me to dinner because it will be me who makes the next move and takes him to bed. I can feel it inside me.

I want him like I’ve never wanted a man in my life. He’s everything I want all wrapped up in a very nice package.

Gorgeous with a dangerous edge. Muscles, tats, great personality. The ability to make me feel as if I’m coming unglued right in front of him.

How he could make me scream and beg is obvious. And I can’t do that.

So I just give the top of his hand a quick pat. “There are plenty of females waiting for you out there, Benny. Go pick one out and she’ll give you what you’re looking for.”

In a quick movement, he has my hand in his as he looks at me with an unwavering stare. “Angel, I did come here with the main plan to bed as many women as humanly possible. That is a fact. But now that I’ve met you, I want only you. I can’t explain why, but I do. I want to spend every minute I can with you. I’m not feeding you a line. It’s completely true. I don’t do this. I don’t ask women out. I usually don’t even hold any kind of real conversation with one unless I’m drinking. You do something to me. I want to spend some real time with you and see what this is all about.”

He seems so genuine. And it’s hard not to give in to him. But he’s a walking heartbreak for me.

“You seem like a good guy, you do. Benny, I am broken. A piece of china held together by only a bit of Elmer’s glue. I have to guard myself. I know you don’t understand and I don’t expect you to. Please understand this is not personal. If I was a different person, I’d accept your offer in a heartbeat. But I am who I am. A product of what my past has made me.” I pull my hand from his and look away.

“Don’t think of yourself like that, Angel. No one is completely broken. You aren’t as fragile as you think you are. Maybe we’re supposed to help one another. I don’t know. I just know I have a strong pull toward you. Stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. Now, if you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel a damn thing, then I’ll leave you alone.”

I look anywhere but at him as I don’t know if I can look at him and lie. I do feel a strong pull to him. It’s more than a mere attraction. He’s hot and all but it’s deeper than that.

Dangerously deep.

My body freezes as he takes me by the chin and makes me look at him. His eyes search mine. Then the alarm goes off on my phone and we both look at it as it vibrates along with the sound and moves over the counter top.

“That’s my alarm. Time to go.” I pick up my phone and take a step back, breaking away from his hold on me.

I grab my keys and helmet from under the counter and spin around on my heel and take off. Without saying a word, I walk out of the shop and quickly get onto my bike.

With one quick kick, I start it and take off. I can feel his eyes burning a hole into my back.

This feels all wrong, but I’m doing it, anyway. Riding away from the man who could be the one for me…

Chapter 5

BLAZE

I watch her ride away as I stand at the glass door of her uncle’s shop. She leans over a bit as she leaves the parking lot and takes a right. The sound as someone clears their throat has me turning back around and finding her Uncle Phil standing there, looking at me.

“Is she still saying, no?” he asks me as he rummages around behind the counter.

“Yep.” I turn back to watch her until she completely disappears. “Do I have a chance in hell?” I turn back to him.

He shrugs his shoulders. “The girl isn’t into bikers. Now if you were a doctor or a lawyer, you might stand a chance.”

His words perk me up. “I am a lawyer. She knows that.”

“And still no, huh?” he asks with a little shake of his head. “Maybe it’s the clothes you’re wearing. You may be reminding her of the guy who broke her heart a couple of years ago when he up and left her to travel the world or some shit.”

“Do I look like him?” I ask as I’m wondering if that’s why she’s so dead set against getting to know me.

“No. He had dark hair and was shorter than you. Just the biker thing. Gage, really did a number on her. The two were inseparable for a few years. I know at least I thought they would get married one day. So when he made this odd move to leave and leave her behind it threw her for a loop.” He looks up at me and smiles. “But you never heard that from me. Got me?”

I nod. “Is she coming back today?”

“Yeah, it’s just her lunch break. She’ll be back in an hour. Why? You planning on giving it another shot?” he asks as he picks up the empty coffee cup she left on the counter and tosses it in the trash.

“I’m certainly thinking about it.” I step away from the counter and go to the door. “See you in a little while, Uncle Phil.”

“Bye, kid. Good luck,” he says as I leave.

Getting on my bike, I start it up and find it feels normal again and head over to the motel to change clothes.

If she wants a lawyer, I can give her that.

The small not so fancy motel is just up the street a bit and I find Rod and Ashley pulling in at the same time I am. We get off our bikes and all go inside the main lobby to get the keys to our rooms.

“You booked a room here too, I see,” I say as I hold the door open for them to go inside first.

Rod’s hand on Ashely’s ass has me wondering how they’ve managed to keep a spark going between them for as long as they have. After we all check in, the desk clerk tells us that there are free cocktails in the little lounge next to the office.

Never ones to not partake of free anything, we three head that way and find some beers on ice in a large silver bucket. I grab three, handing them each one.

“I’ve been needing a beer since before I got into town,” I say and pour the golden miracle down my parched throat.

We all take seats, them on the love seat and me in the chair near them. Rod takes a drink then says, “So what was wrong with your ride?”

“Air suspension leak. The girl who works at the garage diagnosed it very quickly with no help from me at all. I actually forget what the hell was wrong with it when I laid my eyes on her.” I take another long drink, draining the can and get up and grab another.

“She rattled you, huh?” Rod asks and looks at his wife. “I know that feeling.”

She gives him a dark look and then smiles. “Me too.”

Taking a seat again, I open the cold beer and ask, “So how did you know you were meant to be together? Was it love at first sight, or did you grow on each other?”

Rod’s smile moves over his entire face as he looks at his wife. “I went looking on the internet for a woman who was into the same things I was. It was a thing the girl I was hung up on told me I should do. She was right, and I found this one after only minutes of looking over the various profiles. I knew she was it the second I saw her picture.”

Ashley takes up the story as she runs her hand over his thigh and looks into his eyes, “He sent me a message and when I saw his picture I knew I was very interested. When I read his likes and dislikes, I knew we’d get along.”

“And man did we get along!” he says as he squeezes her thigh.

Ashley looks at me with a grin and says, “From the moment this man touched me, I knew he was the one.”

I take a drink and look at Rod. “Was that the same for you?”

He nods. “And every day has been the best of my life.”

“So you two believe in love at first sight then?” I ask as I find this very interesting.

They both nod and then they kiss for only a moment. Rod looks back at me. “Why so interested, Blaze?”

“The chick at the shop got my plans for this trip all going out the window. There’s something about her that has me feeling all crazy. When our hands met, it was like electricity shot through me. When she laughed I found my heart beating harder. The thought ran through my head that I couldn’t live a day without hearing that sound. That wonderful sound.” I pull the can up to my mouth again then set it back down without taking another drink.

Ashley watches me and asks, “So when are we going to meet her?”

With a sigh, I answer, “Not sure you will. She told me, no, when I asked her out to dinner.”

“Damn!” Rod says then laughs. “You sure she’s on the same page you are?”

I nod. “She is. I could see it in her frightened eyes. She was hurt by a biker a couple of years ago. Thought it was the real thing but one day he told her he was out of there and never came back. He left her behind and I think she thinks all men are like that.”

Ashley nods, knowingly. “And you’re only in town for the rally then you’re gone too. I see her point.”

“Me too. But I also think if she’d allow us to spend some time together that things could be worked out if we are the ones for each other. But she isn’t about to even see what happens between us.” I pick up the beer and take the drink I put off a second ago.

This all seems so hopeless to me. I should forget about her and go to the bar and pick up some loose chick and forget about her. Forget about Angel. Forget about what might be.

Rod stands up and pulls Ashley with him. “We’re off to get cleaned up and rest a bit before tonight’s crazy activities. If you want my advice, I’d say to turn up your inner alpha and don’t give her a choice.”

I nod as they walk past me then look at Ashley as she runs her hand along my shoulder. “Blaze, you can get through to her. If it’s real, you can break that barrier she’s set up to protect herself. I know you can. See you later, Brother.”

“Later,” I say and finish the beer, then make my way to my room.

As I walk inside, I see the box that was delivered. I open it and take the clothes out and hang them all up. Then, in the bottom, I see the shit load of rubbers and the padded cuffs.

I take them out and put them in one of the drawers then I take the small whip out and the edible strawberry panties and add them to the drawer. The tube of antibiotic ointment with painkiller I put in the bathroom, and then look at myself in the mirror.

“Who are you, Benjamin Franklin Worthington of the Manhattan Worthington’s?”

The tattoos on both arms have remained hidden from my family for the last three years since I started getting them. Suits successfully keep them hidden from judgmental view.

And for a moment, I think about not giving this chick what I think she wants. A successful man who she can have faith in. Build trust in. Fall in love with.

That man is me but not exactly the real me. But neither is Blaze.

I’m this man who seems to be searching for a middle ground. Somewhere between rogue gang biker and billionaire lawyer.

The way she calls me Benny has me thinking that she just might be the one to help me pull my two worlds together in some way.

Angel is this smart woman who’s about to hold a Master’s Degree in Engineering. Something that my family would respect.

But she also is this motorcycle-riding woman with no financial stability. Something my family would hate.

She’d definitely be a woman in the middle of the two worlds that I’m a part of. Smart, spunky, but also fragile and afraid.

Maybe I could help her close the gap between her two worlds. Show her that there’s no reason to think of herself as broken just because some numb-nuts, who was not meant for her anyway, left her to roam the world on his own.

She was meant for someone else. She was meant for me.

After a nice hot shower to remove the grime of the road, I put on a nice pair of black Armani slacks and a light blue button-down shirt that I think accents my eyes and I hope Angel notices that.

Back into the shop, I go in with a bouquet of flowers I stopped and bought for her. The bell dings as I enter the waiting room and find no one around.

Before I can call out, she comes up the stairs out of the bay and stops when she sees me. The way her mouth hangs open has me bubbling on the inside as I know that my new appearance is affecting her in all the right ways.

“Hey, Angel.” I walk toward her, holding out the flowers. “I brought you a little something for your desk, or counter or whatever you call this place you work at.”

She takes them from me and walks behind the counter, placing them on it and leaning in to smell them. “These are nice. Thank you.”

Not really knowing what else to do, I stuff my hands in my pockets. I thought she might get all gushy and realize she should let me take her to dinner. But she’s just being really quiet.

“You’re welcome. I felt like you helped me out earlier with my bike and helped me not get screwed over on the price. I owed you something nice for the nice thing you did for me.”

She smiles but doesn’t look at me. “It’s my job, Benny.”

“Not entirely, it’s not. So how was lunch?” I ask, as I’m going nowhere with this woman.

“Fine. I had a turkey on wheat at home.” She starts tapping at the computer keyboard in an effort to act busy I bet.

“I thought I’d try my hand at dinner again. I thought I’d show you what I’d look like when you and I go somewhere nice. Not the old biker guy. The lawyer part of me. You know that’s me too, Angel.” I find myself rocking back and forth a bit and stop as it might make me look a little nervous. That has to stop.

I am nervous but I don’t want her to see that.

Finally, she looks me over and says, “You do clean up well, Benny.”

“And I bet you do too, Angel. So what do you say to a nice evening out together where we can get to know one another better?” I ask as I take a step back so she can really take me all in.

When she looks at me I nearly want to jump over the counter and pull her into my arms because I see the fear there and I want to hug it out of her.

“I really do love the flowers. You keep taking this personally even though I’ve told you countless times not to. I don’t date. End of story. You look great, both ways. Hot biker guy and hot billionaire. You’re sure to find a woman, Blaze, or Benjamin, or whoever you are right now.” She stifles a laugh and I find myself pissed off.

“I’m both,” I say with a snippy tone to my voice. “I’m sure you aren’t always Miss Motorcycle Mechanic Chick. There has to be a frilly little female inside of you that you let come out on occasion.”

Those pretty eyes get hard in an instant and now I’m sorry I copped that attitude with her. One long finger points at me as her plum colored lips open and say, “Look here, dude, I don’t need to explain myself to you or anyone. Be both guys. Be who the fuck ever you want to be. I’m me. Warts and all, I am just me.”

“Angel, I didn’t mean to make you…”

“Well, you did make me mad! You’ve pissed me off. Thanks for the flowers. And have a nice life. I’ve had enough fun for one fucking day.” She walks over to the door that leads down the stairs to the bay and shouts, “I’m out of here for the day, Uncle Phil. See you tomorrow.”

I hear him shout out a goodbye then she’s back grabbing her helmet and keys and hauling ass past me. Taking my hands out of my pockets, I grab her arm as she comes by me.

Her eyes are so full of anger it really makes no sense. “Hey, I’m just asking you out on a fucking dinner date. Shit, Angel! The theatrics are over the top.”

“And I’m just politely refusing. Why can’t you take no for an answer?” Her foot taps on the linoleum floor with a loud sound.

It’s like counting off the seconds until she erupts again.

This woman needs to get laid so bad it’s not even funny!

“One kiss, Angel. If you feel nothing, I’ll leave you alone,” I find myself saying and have no idea where that came from.

“Ha!” She jerks her arm out of my grip. “Ha!” She walks out of the door, leaving me standing there like an idiot.

I push open the door as she climbs onto her bike. “Angel, just one.”

She looks at me with a smile and makes the damn one-syllable laugh again then starts the engine and peels off.

I guess I’m about to turn into a fucking stalker over this trick!

Chapter 6

ANGEL

Why does this town have to be so damn busy and full of cruising bikers?

I’m mad and just want to get home and get away from all men.

Why did he have to show up there looking like a million bucks? Why did he have to show me the other part of him that I’ll be missing since I can’t have him in my life forever?

That man is fucking hot as shit in his tight black leather and dressed up too. It’s not fair, really. Successful businessman one minute, dangerous biker the next.

It’s just not fair!

And the other thing that isn’t fair is how he wants to show me these two fantastic sides of him. Him! A man who will only be around a short time then poof, he’ll be gone. Back to New York to hobnob with the upper class.

What a jackass!

Who does that to someone? Who shows a girl what all she can’t have?

Sure, I could have him for a night. I might even have been able to hang onto him for his whole visit here. But then he has to go back and here is where I’ll stay.

I’m nowhere near the class I’m sure he’s expected to marry into. Not born wealthy. Not schooled in aristocratic snobbery. Not perfect by any means.

There will never be a wedding announcement in the New York Times where it reads; Billionaire, Benjamin Franklin Worthington of the Manhattan Worthington’s and Angel, no middle name, Jennings of the middle of nowhere, Jennings’ are happy to announce their impending nuptials.

No, that will not be a thing which would ever be allowed by such a high profile family.

So why is he so adamant in taking me to dinner? Or kissing him? Or any of it?

The damn crowd of slow-moving bikers is serving to piss me off even more and I find myself cussing under my breath constantly. Finally, I see a break and dash through it.

The traffic thins to nearly nothing as I get to the outskirts of town and see my home. My little white wood frame rental with the pink shutters on the front windows and the green front door.

The white picket fence surrounding the small home keeps my dog safely inside it. And there she is, popping her little body up as she hears my bike coming home.

Her happy yaps make my anger ebb and when I pull up and get off my bike, frantic wags of her short tail make me laugh.

“Hey, Cuddles? Did you miss Mommy? I was home just a couple of hours ago.”

I open the gate, walk my bike up and park it next to the stairs that lead up to the small front porch that I have two white rocking chairs on.

Those are our chairs where we spend most evenings enjoying the sun which sets on this side of the house. I take mine and she jumps up on hers as I pet her soft whitish fur. “You need a bath, Cuddles.”

She barks a bit as if agreeing with me. I pick her up and hug her as she licks my face. “Mommy had a very bad day. A mean man bugged her a lot today to go to dinner with his gorgeous ass. He thinks Mommy can handle having him for only a little while before she has to let him go again. But Mommy can’t handle that at all.”

Her little yappy bark tells me she understands completely and her lick on my lips, while gross, tells me she’s there for me and always will be.

The sound of a bike coming makes me look up. Not many of the visitors come out this far. There’s nothing to see out here.

I gulp as I recognize the bike and the bearded man in Armani slacks who’s riding it.

“What the fuck does he think he’s doing?”

I put Cuddles down so she can try to keep him from getting through my gate. She barks and runs like a maniac to guard the gate as he pulls to a stop in front of it.

He climbs off his bike and opens one of the compartments on one side and pulls out a large grocery bag. It’s green and environmentally safe. So that means he’s worried about our planet.

Great, another wonderful thing about the man who will never be mine!

I watch and wait for my little dog to rip his expensive slacks as he opens the gate and then my mouth drops open in disbelief as my vicious guard poodle mix jumps up and down in excitement over the strange man.

He smiles and catches her up in one arm as she jumps into it like she’s always known him.

“Who are you?” he asks in the little sweet tone everyone talks to animals and babies in.

“Her name is Cuddles, and she usually hates men. All of them,” I say as he walks up the stairs.

I have yet to get out of the rocking chair. He places the dog on my lap and smiles at me, then of all things, tweaks my nose as if I’m some cute little kid. “Just like her Momma.”

I set my jaw tight and glare at him. “Yep.”

He cocks his head to one side.

“Well, aren’t you going to let me in so I can make you dinner? I brought the things to make spaghetti and meatballs.”

“I do believe I told you no about a hundred times, Benny.” I continue to glare at him and he acts like he doesn’t see it at all.

“You told me no to taking you out. You never said no to me cooking you dinner at your place. No, not once did you tell me no about that.” He smiles and his whole demeanor tells me he’s so proud of himself for coming up with the technical loophole he’s found.

I stand up as it’s obvious this lawyer is so ahead of me it’s not even funny. As I unlock the door I say, “You didn’t ask that or I would’ve told you no to that too.” I hold out my arm as a gesture for him to go inside.

“Ladies first, my Angel.” His smile is so wide I want to knock it right off his handsome face.

I walk in muttering to myself, “His Angel. Really!”

Cuddles bounces around his legs as he comes in and I find myself pissed at my dog for the first time ever.

“She’s adorable. I usually don’t like animals in the house, but she’s like a little person, isn’t she?” he asks as he sets the bag on the tiny countertop.

“Yes, she is like a little traitorous bitch, that one,” I say as I look around the room to make sure that there are no unmentionables lying around.

I do live alone and on more than one occasion have slipped out of my bra while watching television and left it lying around. My sweep of the area doesn’t show me anything I need to rush to hide so I look at my dog.

The pop of a cork makes me look at him, the man who can’t take no for an answer, as he opens up a bottle of red wine. “I’ll just let this breathe while I’m cooking.” He pulls a six pack of beer out and breaks a couple off and hands me one after he opens it for me. “Here you go, my lady. Go take a load off and watch some television. I can find what I need in here.”

With a shrug of my shoulders, I do what he’s said. The beer is good and cold and goes down easy. I watch my dog helping the intruder find things.

Keeping the television low, I listen as he talks to my dog, “Cuddles, huh? I like something a little bit tougher. How about Rambo?”

“She’s a girl!” I call out. “And you can’t come into someone’s home and immediately rename their dog, Benny.” I take another drink of the beer and find him smiling.

He waves a wooden spoon my way as he says, “So how long do we have to be together before I can do that then?”

I look away and mumble, “More than five minutes.”

After a little bit of clanking of pots and pans as he gets together what he needs to make dinner, he comes into the room, wearing my white, frilly apron.

I nearly spit out the beer I had just drank as he takes a seat on the coffee table I have my feet propped up on. His long fingers begin to untie my boots as he looks at me. “You’ve had a long day, haven’t you? Let me get these off for you, my Angel.”

“Yes, I did. There was this weirdo who asked me out over and over all day and made it one hell of a brutal day, Babycakes.” I laugh then take another drink, finishing the beer off. “Wanna beer me again, Pumpkinhead?”

He pulls off both boots then holds his hand out for the empty can. “I do want to beer you again. And I will, after you shower.”

He takes my hand and somehow leads me right to the little bathroom that’s just outside my bedroom door. In he goes, pulling me along behind him.

Reaching into the small stand-up shower he starts the water. Then he turns to me. “Dinner will be ready in about a half-hour. So don’t stay in here forever, my Angel.”

The bathroom is very small and his body grazes mine as he walks past me to leave. I have to hold myself steady using the sink so I don’t fall into his arms.

He closes the door and I fall to sit on the closed toilet as my knees give out.

What is he doing to me?

Pulling my clothes off, I climb into the shower and put it on straight cold water. I have got to calm down!

After a quick shower, I get out and wrap myself in a towel and head to my bedroom to find something to put on. I settle on a pair of cotton shorts and a little pullover T-shirt with the only clean bra I have left, a black lacy thing that can be seen through the shirt.

It’s sexy but not over the top sexy. I could go out there in overalls and army boots and the man is still going to attempt to get into my panties. Which are black lace too.

Giving my freshly shampooed hair a nice scrunching, I make my way out to the living room with a freshly washed and make-up free face and find him sitting on the sofa, petting my dog and sipping on a beer.

His eyes go all over me and his mouth hangs open a bit. “Wow!”

I roll my eyes. “Come on, Benny! I have on no make-up. My hair’s a tasseled mess. My clothes are five years old. What’s to say wow about? Unless it’s like ‘wow, what a mess’.”

He gets up and walks toward me, but I hold up my hand stopping him as he looks like he’s about to pick me up into his arms and hug the shit out of me.

He stops and says, “It’s a wow, you’re really gorgeous. Even without a stitch of make-up or your hair in that pretty braid, you’re still fucking hot as shit, Angel. I swear it’s that kind of wow.”

I look at him and shake my head slowly. Like I said, I could’ve come out in anything and he’d have acted this way.

It’s just an act. He’ll say all the right things in order to get to the goods.

“Whatever. So, are there any beers left?” I ask as I start to walk to the kitchen.

He turns and hurries in front of me. “Sit, and I’ll get you one.”

“I can...”

He stops and turns back. He’s too close and I feel my heart speed up. I step back and shut my mouth.

“I know you can,” he says. “But tonight, I want to wait on you. I wanted to take you out and let someone wait on you. But you refused, so now it’s me who will be your personal servant for the evening.”

Walking around the other way to sit on the sofa, I say, “I see.” I sit down and look at the television to find he’s put it on one of my all-time favorite shows that makes me laugh even when I don’t want to.

He comes back and hands me a new beer. “You can change it if you want. I just put it here because I love this crazy show. It’s hilarious.”

I look up at him and want to slap the shit out of him because the fucker is perfect for me. Instead, I say, “It’s one of my favorites.”

A grin spreads over his face. “Cool. See, we like the same things. I also happen to love spaghetti. And it’s nearly ready. I’ll bring our plates in here so we can watch the show together and laugh our asses off while we eat. K?”

I nod and sit back then watch his fine ass walk away. “You know, you’re going to make someone a great wife one day, Benny!”

He laughs and says, “Thanks. And you’ll make someone a great hubby who comes home from work all grumpy and has them jumping through hoops to cheer him up.”

And then he goes and makes me feel bad about how I’m acting.

Motherfucker!

He’s done so many nice things for me today and I’ve been an uber-bitch the whole time. So I take a drink and get up and go to the kitchen to find him plating up the food.

“Hey,” I say and he looks at me.

“Hey, what do you need, Angel?”

I take the three steps to close the gap between us as he turns toward me and run my arms around him and hug him.

His arms move around my body and hold me in a nice loose hug.

“I’m sorry about being such an ungrateful bitch. I really do love those flowers. They’re the first ones I’ve ever been given. And no one has ever gone out of their way to do all this before. You’re a great guy. I’ll rein in the attitude and make this a lot better evening for you.”

I feel a wet tongue on my toes as Cuddles licks me and gives me kisses for doing the right thing. I laugh as it tickles and let him out of the hug.

I find his expression full of sincerity. “Thanks, Angel. I know that took a lot for you to say. Let’s just have a nice time then. That’s all I ever wanted was to show you a nice time.”

I smile then turn away to go back to the living room, then say over my shoulder, “Well, I might as well enjoy this while I can. You’ll be gone soon.”

“Yeah, I won’t be in your hair for too long, Baby.” Then he gives my ass a swift smack.

Oh hell!

Chapter 7

BLAZE

The change in her attitude lets me know the girl I’m so attracted to is in there somewhere. Trapped behind the walls she built because of that idiot who left her.

I have patience, though. And when I see something I want, I have a phenomenal amount of it.

Taking our plates to the living room, I place them on the coffee table then go get the wine and a couple of glasses. As I fill the glasses, I catch her gazing at me.

“Not quite the guy who came in the shop this afternoon. That badass biker was searching for some easy chick to play with his ding-a-ling. Not waiting on an uber-bitch hand and foot,” she says and I flinch with her blatant honesty.

I sit down next to her. Close but not so close our legs touch. Holding up my glass, I gesture for her to pick hers up. She does and I tap mine to hers. “Angel, what you say is true. I came to Sturgis for all the wrong reasons, but then I found you and now I know why I was called to this Mecca in the middle of nowhere. It was you I was always drawn to this place for and nothing else.”

She looks at me for a moment and her eyes go soft then she smiles and nods. “And you, my sweet prince on a bike from Heaven, came to find this lonely wretched woman who longed for you to find her and take her away from the lonely existence she had placed herself in.”

We tap the glasses once more and take a drink. She places her glass on the table then pats the top of my leg. “Let’s eat. It looks great, Benny.”

I know those words we each said may have come out kind of like we were making them up and joking. But I think we both meant what we said.

I stab a meatball and hold it to her lips. She smiles then opens her mouth and takes it. A growly moan comes out of her and she nods as she chews. “It’s good. Did you make these in my kitchen? There’s no way!”

“You’re right. There is no way,” I say with a laugh. “I bought them already made and simply heated them in the oven.”

She laughs and bumps my shoulder with hers.

“At least you’re honest. I’d have accepted the compliment and lied about making them.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t have,” I say as I take a bite of one myself.

“Yes, I would. At last year’s Christmas party at work, I didn’t make anything and when Uncle Phil told me I had to bring a pumpkin pie, I went and bought one. I put it in a pie plate from home and took it. Everyone was talking about what a great pie it was and what was my recipe. I told them it was a secret my grandma had passed down to me. The secret was it was made by Mona from the local bakery. All I added was a tub of store bought whipped cream!”

Her laugh makes me want to kiss her and I wish it didn’t. I want so badly to just hang out with her tonight. Let her know I really want to get to know her. The real her, not the front that she puts on to scare away pursuers.

“Minx,” I say instead and tweak her cute little nose.

She wrinkles it up as I do and smiles. “I’m not a little kid.”

No, she is not!

“I know. But you’re adorable and your laugh makes me feel good inside. You’re sweet when you want to be.” I take another bite as she watches me.

She takes a large forkful of spaghetti noodles and crams them into her mouth. A thing my family would find appalling. I find it funny as she just can’t figure out when to stop twirling them around her fork.

So instead of showing her how it’s done, I load my fork up and take a huge bite too.

She quirks one brow up and says, “Wanna see who can get the most meatballs to fit into their mouths?”

I nod. “Bet I beat you.”

“Bet you don’t.” She stabs one and places it in her mouth.

I do the same then she places the second one in and so do I. A third one goes into her small mouth and I find a knot slipping down her throat and quickly chew mine up and swallow.

I point at her. “Cheater! I saw you let one slip down your throat!”

She chews the others up and swallows. “Damn! You’re the first to catch me doing that!”

I want to kiss her long slender neck so damn bad it hurts. But I don’t.

“So now I know, no more food challenges with you.”

She shrugs her narrow shoulders. “I’m a sneaky one. You have to watch me.”

“I can see that.” I take a sip of wine and find we’re both trying to grab the remote as one of the funniest parts of the show is coming up. “This is funny,” I say.

At the same time, she says, “Have you ever seen anything so hilarious?”

We stop reaching for the remote and look at one another. Her lips are halfway pulled up to the left and her deep blue eyes aren’t droopy like they were when she was at work.

Then she turns her head and looks at the television, only I can’t stop looking at her. She watches the show and bursts out laughing and all I can do is look at her.

Watch her erupt into laughter. Watch her light up like a firework on the fourth of July.

Why on Earth would that dumbass leave her?

I’m glad he did, though. Because now I can make her mine. All mine, and forever, if she’ll have me.

I finally turn my head to watch the show and we find ourselves laughing at the same times, over the same things. Taking bites and drinks at the same time.

We’re like a couple of people who were part of the same puzzle but the pieces got mixed up for a long time then they finally figured out we belonged together.

Sitting back at exactly the same time as we’ve finished dinner, I look over at her to test our sameness. “I have a container of gelato in the freezer. You ready for some?”

She lays her head back on the sofa and rolls it toward me. “Not yet. It was so good, I’m stuffed. Later on, it would be great.”

I knew it!

I always wait for a couple of hours after eating to eat desert too.

“Okay, let me know when you want some.” I lay my head back too and look at her as she gazes at me.

“It’s just that I always eat the sweets a bit later. So I can really enjoy them once my food has all settled. But I get it if you want to leave and get to the bar with your friends. I mean gang. Or whatever you call them. This was very nice of you, Benny,” she says then puts her hand on my thigh.

Not in a, ‘I want to grab your cock’ kind of way. In a real way that says thank you for being nice to me.

“I’d like to hang out with you if you don’t mind. You’re a lot more stimulating than anyone out there.” I place my hand over hers.

She stops rubbing my leg as her lips form a hard line. I think she’s about to tell me to go. And I so do not want to go.

Then they soften and she smiles. “I’d like it if you stayed for a while longer.”

Inwardly I’m hoping up and down with joy, outward I say, “Cool. Let’s see what else is on tonight.”

So my first night in Sturgis is going nowhere near what I had planned. First, I spent most of my day in a stinky garage. Second, I cooked for a woman who made sure I knew she didn’t want to spend any time with me. And third, I will not be getting laid tonight.

It should feel like it all has gone wrong. But instead, it all feels more right than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

She picks up the remote and searches for a movie and when she stops on my most favorite movie of all time, I don’t say a word to let her know that.

With a look like she knows I’m about to make fun of her, she asks as she shakes her head, “You probably don’t like the Johnny Depp, Willy Wonka, right?”

“I do.”

Her face blossoms. “Want to watch this then?”

I nod. “Want to scoot over here and lie your head on my shoulder?”

She looks very wary. “Do you really like this movie? Like you aren’t just telling me, yes and you secretly hate it?”

“When I saw you stop on it I was about to ask you if we could watch it. It’s my absolute favorite. I shit you not.”

With a press of the button, the movie comes on and she moves over next to me as I throw my arm along the back of the little blue sofa. Her body is close to mine. Her head is against my shoulder and I feel more at home than I have ever felt anywhere.

Including my own home!

I want to kiss the top of her head but don’t. Her hand moves over my chest then she looks up at me.

“Benny, do you really want to be here, watching a silly movie rather than down at the bar having a crazy badass time?”

I nod. She just keeps looking up at me for the longest time. Then she places her head on my chest, near my heart.

Moving my arm, I wrap it around her and hold her tight to me. Then I do kiss the top of her head. “I like being here with you so much more, my Angel.”

She sighs and turns up the television.

An hour into the show she sits up and stretches. “I’m getting kind of tired, Benny.”

Shit, she’s going to send me away!

“I see. Okay, well…”

She places her hand on my chest. “I don’t mean you have to go. I mean can we stretch out on the couch. Lie down. Lie down on the couch together.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” I say as I kick off my shoes and get up so we can get more comfortable.

She stands up and looks me over. “You got underwear on?”

I nod. “Why?”

“You could get more comfortable. You know, get out of those clothes. They’ll get all wrinkled if you don’t,” she says as she walks away. “I have to pee. Get as comfortable as you want. I’m going to grab a blanket I cover up with when I’m watching television on the sofa.”

“Hey,” I call out, making her stop. “If I’m stripping down to my underwear, I want you to as well. I don’t want to be nearly naked all alone.”

She hesitates then nods.

As soon as she disappears into the bathroom, I jump up and down and do a few fist pumps into the air. A very soft, “Yes,” comes out of my mouth as I quickly undress.

Right down to my tight black, show it all off, boxer briefs. I lay my clothes out nice and neat on the chair and lie down on the sofa on my side, waiting for her to come back and slip into my arms.

Nothing has ever sounded more enticing than knowing I’m about to hold her as we watch the ending of Willy Wonka.

I know it sounds lame as shit. I know this. But damn it, I’ve never been more excited about anything in my life.

Nothing!

The light in the hallway goes off and she comes back with only the television giving off any light. My heart feels like it has stopped beating for a moment as I see her in a little black bra and panty set.

My dick gets hard immediately. So I take one of the pillows from behind me and strategically place it in front of my erection so when she lies back against me it doesn’t make her jump up and decide that this is a bad idea.

Because this is a fucking awesome idea!

She tosses a little purple blanket over me then I fold it back and she lies down in front of me. I pull the blanket over her and cover her then drape my arm over her body.

“Nice lingerie set,” I say very matter of fact like. “I saw it in a Victoria’s Secret catalog on some skinny ass blonde. You’re pulling it off much better than she did.”

She giggles a bit then says, “I didn’t know Armani made underwear.”

I give her a little squeeze. “If one can wear it, Armani makes it.”

I lie my arm out and she lays her head on it. “I love this part when the girl gets fat and purple,” she says.

“Me too. She’s such a brat.”

“Aren’t they all! Except poor little Charlie.”

Her skin is soft against my chest and stomach and my dick is growing in leaps and bounds.

This was an awful idea!

I don’t know why I said it was a good idea. It was a terrible idea.

“My feet are cold,” she says. “Mind heating them up for me real quick?”

She puts her ice cold foot between mine. “Whoa, that is cold.” I pick up one leg. “Stick them both between my legs here. They’ll be warm in no time.”

They will, I’m sure, because she’s making me hot without even trying!

“Thanks, Benny.” She puts her feet between my calves and they’re cold but it’s like the best cold ever because she needs me. She needs me to warm her up in more ways than one.

I run my hand slowly up and down her arm as she lies on her side in front of me. She turns her face back a little. “You’re very nice. You know that?”

“No, I’m not. You bring out this part of me that I really don’t have normally.”

She turns over. Her tits are right there, looking up at me just like her eyes are.

“Benny, do you have any want at all to kiss me?”

“I do,” I say probably admit way too quickly. But it’s the truth.

She licks her lips and I lick mine then I ease down until our mouths touch. It’s amazing as sensations zip through me as if I’m being turned on for the first time.

Parts of me buzz that have never done that before. And I’m not what you’d call inexperienced.

I ease the kiss and look at her. She makes me so damn happy as she says, “Benny, you want to watch the rest of this in my room?”

Fuck yes, I do!

“If you really, really want to, I do,” I say as I run my hand over her cheek.

She gets up and takes my hand then leads me to her bedroom. The door opens and there it is. Pink curtains and a fluffy pink carpeting. And a canopy bed with a black sheer cloth hung over it and a black bedspread with pink pillows at the top.

That is when I spot a set of silver handcuffs off the metal headboard. “Who are you inside, Angel?”

She says with a grin, “A little bit of Heaven and a little bit of Hell.”

Chapter 8

ANGEL

“Here’s the deal, Benny,” I tell him as I pull him further into my bedroom. “I know this can’t last. I know you have to leave and go home or you may decide this night will be the only one. I know that. I understand that. But for tonight, I want to pretend.”

“We can do that,” he says as he fiddles with my bra strap. “But what if I don’t want this for only one night, Angel?”

“We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. For tonight, I want to pretend you love me and will never leave me.” I look straight into his sparkling blue eyes to gauge his reaction.

“Not a problem,” he says with no sign of fear in his eyes.

“Okay, then. I like to get rough, so our safe word is ratatouille,” I tell him and watch his eyes light up even more.

He unclasps my bra and pulls it off as he gazes at my breasts. “Got it. So if you’re done with the talking we can get to the action.”

I push his boxers down and see what I felt earlier. “Oh, yes. Let’s stop talking now.”

My hands move over the large and gorgeous appendage he has as I go to my knees to worship his gift. His hands feel strong and demanding as they move through my hair.

My lips touch the tip and it makes him growl, “Yes, Angel.”

Opening my mouth, I slide it over him and relish the soft skin which covers his steely hard cock. I moan as I move back and forth, licking and sucking in a gentle fashion.

No reason to get frantic yet. Who knows when I’ll get to do this again after all?

He’s very long and thick and only half of him fits. Until I take him all in and his cock moves down my throat after an initial gag reflex is overcome. His low moan tells me he likes it.

Up and down I go until I taste his pre-cum, then I move faster and suck harder. But he pulls my hair back hard, jerking me back. His eyes are dark as he looks down at me.

“I don’t want to lose it just yet, my Angel.”

I nod and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as he pulls me up. He holds me tight to him as he breathes heavily. “That was very nice.”

Running my arms around his neck, I lean in and press my lips behind his ear and whisper, “The moment I saw you I craved to feel the sting of your hand on my ass, Blaze.”

Taking a handful of my hair, he pulls my head back and grazes his teeth along my neck until he makes it all the way up to my ear. His breath is hot as he says, “I can make that happen for you, Baby.”

Picking me up in his strong arms, he goes and sits on the edge of the bed and expertly turns me over and places me face down on his lap. I bite my lip in anticipation of the first strike.

His warm palm moves in a slow circle then it goes to one side of my panties and he rips it. Then he rips the other side too and pulls the torn panties off me. I flinch with the action that makes me ache. It’s been so long since I was handled this way.

Small circles I can feel him rubbing all over my ass, prepping it for the first smack which I’m finding myself tensing up for. Finally, his hand leaves my ass and then he brings it down hard and fast.

“Again,” I hiss.

He does it again and I go all wet inside and shaky with need. Then he makes three in rapid succession. Suddenly, he picks me up and tosses me on the bed.

“I have to taste you, Angel,” he says with a husky deep tone, and I find him moving my legs apart and his face is quickly buried.

His tongue darts in and out of me as he moans. It sends a vibration through me and I have to take the sheet in my hands and pull at it to keep myself still so he can work his magic.

“Oh my God, Blaze!”

His fingers press into my ass as he lifts me up so he can go in deeper with his intimate kiss. I can’t stop moaning then his mouth moves up, and he takes my swollen clit between his teeth and gives it a nip then runs his tongue back and forth until I can’t take it anymore. “Benny!” I scream just as the climax takes me over.

His tongue goes back inside me to taste the juices then he’s back up and looking at me very hungrily. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

I smile and say, “Please tell me you’re free of diseases, motorcycle man.”

“I am. I had a check-up a month ago. So we’re good to go.” He moves up my body as I draw my knees up.

With no hesitation at all, he moves his large cock into me and I moan louder than I ever have before.

It’s like Heaven with him between my legs. His tight and chiseled abs press against my stomach as he presses himself into me. “My God, Angel! You’re so fucking tight. It has been years, hasn’t it?”

“Not years,” I moan. “A year and a half.”

“You feel amazing.” His lips touch my neck as he pumps himself into me.

It’s been so long since I felt an actual flesh cock inside me and I never want it to end. I was kidding myself that a machine can do anything a man can. It’s just not true.

His hot body glides over mine with every hard stroke. It feels so much better as his weight knocks the air out of me and I have to gasp to regain it.

His mouth on my neck is wet and hot as he bites and sucks it. He’s going to leave marks all over me but that’s okay. I decide to leave my nail tracks all over his back and rake them over him, making him groan.

My body begins to shake and I don’t want to let it go yet so I say in a near-breathless voice, “Turn me over.”

As he pulls back, I see his teeth clench and find myself thrown over and on my hands and knees. Then he slams into me, sending a scream out of my mouth.

I bury my face in a pillow and lean down. His cock goes even further into me, hitting new places with each savage thrust. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before and I’m going to hate myself for letting this happen.

I will never be the same again.

But I’m not about to let the fact he won’t always be mine stop me from appreciating this moment. The sounds he’s making are animal-like and I have a feeling he’s liking this a lot himself.

The way his hands feel as they grip my waist makes me feel like a rag-doll in them. He’s all muscles and all man. And right now, he’s all mine.

My body shudders as I hold back the orgasm that’s knocking at my door. I don’t want to let go without him so I pull my head up and say, “Benny, turn me over and make love to me.”

He pulls out and I lie on my stomach. Gently he turns me over and pushes my hair back off my face.

The way he’s looking down at me makes my insides even meltier. His lips touch mine very softly as he moves his cock back inside me and makes long slow strokes.

I run my hands up his arms, resting them on his large biceps. His tongue moves over my lips, tracing them. I part them for him and he moves inside and twirls his tongue around mine.

It’s slow and easy and perfect. My heart is pounding and aching and I really want to cry because if he wants to do this more than this one time, I am going to start falling in love with him.

I know I will.

He pulls his mouth off mine and looks at me. Then it happens as I look into those penetrating blue eyes, a tear escapes me and he sees it.

A sweet kiss on my cheek takes it away. I whisper, “Tell me you love me, Benny.”

His lips touch my ear. “I love you, my Angel.”

“Tell me you’ll never leave me, Benny.”

“I’ll never leave you, my Angel.” His lips press against my neck as more tears slip away from me and I know I’m lost in this man.

And for reasons I cannot understand, the tears grow in quantity. Rivers flow out of me as he moves so slowly in and out of me then I feel the first jerk of his cock and my insides go crazy.

“Harder,” I hiss.

He moves harder and faster then I feel the wave crest and once it crashes, his does too.

The first spurt of hot cum shoots into me after more than a year. My body falls completely apart as it does. The orgasm will not quit. I pulse and writhe under him to get him to release everything he has.

Every hot spurt, I can feel inside me. And then I’m sobbing. Hard and heavy, I’m crying and it's loud and awful.

My entire body is going against me. Letting it all out like it never has.

“Shh, it’s all going to be alright. I have you, Angel,” his words are soft against my neck. “I won’t leave you. I promise.”

I cry harder with the lies that he’s telling me but I hold him tight to me. I want to believe him, but I know he’s just saying what he thinks I want to hear.

“Let me up, Benny,” I manage to get out of my crying mouth. “Let me go.”

“No,” he says as he holds me. “I’m not letting you run away from this. You need this, Angel. You need me.”

“No!” I shout and cry harder somehow. “Don’t make me need you! Damn it! This was a terrible idea!”

“Shh. It was the best thing in the world for you, Baby. I’m the best thing in the world for you.” Gentle kisses he trails over my neck and face until he gets to my trembling lips.

My mouth is very traitorous and opens in want for his kiss. My hands I also find going against me as they move over his head, holding him to me as I kiss him hard and wanting.

My body wants his so completely, and it’s making me furious.

I knew this would happen. I knew it!

The tears dry up as he kisses me hard. Finally, he pulls back and looks at me with a fire in his eyes.

“Angel, this is not over. Do you understand me? This isn’t a one-time thing. And I am not a man who shares. You are mine.”

“Benny…”

One finger is pressed against my lips. “You are mine. This is not over.”

I blink and look off as I have no idea of what to say. This will be over sometime. It will end. Am I to play the girlfriend role for however long he’s in town then go back to my normal and very lonely life?

“Say it,” he tells me with a very stern expression. “Tell me who you belong to, Angel.”

I swallow hard. “But…”

He smacks the side of my ass hard and it sends a jolt of pain and heat through me. His eyes go very hard as he says in a low growl, “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I say and want to smack myself for being so forthcoming with him.

So quick to hand myself over to him and he will torture me for it. Some of it will be sweet but in the end, it will hurt like hell. And he’s not a man that I will get over easily at all.

He kisses me again. Hard and hot. My hands run down his back as his cock grows inside me again.

Moving back and forth inside me, he stokes the fire again and I’m arching up to meet every savage thrust he gives me. When his mouth leaves mine it is because neither of us can breathe worth a damn. I find myself screaming, “Fuck me, Blaze! Fuck me!”

My entire body is on fire for him. In and out with hard thrusts he goes, then one word comes out of his mouth. “Cum.”

Like it’s been conditioned to do what he’s said, my body explodes on his command. I shriek with the ecstasy that’s flowing through me and find him climaxing as well.

Our bodies are sweaty and the smell of sex is heavy in the air. I can taste the salt of my tears and feel satiated. For the first time, I feel completely fulfilled.

“Now I want to hear you tell me that you love me, Angel.”

I want to argue, I want to tell him to go to hell, and I want my heart back. I know he’ll leave and take the chunk he’s managed to so quickly get a hold of. But my mouth opens and the words he wants to hear come out, “I love you, Benny.”

“I love you, Angel. My Angel. Only mine.”

He rolls off me and my body already aches to be back in his arms. My brain is screaming not to want that. Those arms will leave me aching, hurting and yearning to feel them again.

Before I can even get cooled off, he’s on his side and pulling me tight into his arms again. His lips touch the side of my head. “Can I stay the night?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Do you want me to?” he asks.

I snuggle into his wide chest and it feels so cozy. “Yeah, I want you too.”

He leaves a kiss on my cheek and lies back. Then I realize I’m making more out of his words than he really meant.

It was me who told him to tell me he loved me and would never leave me. It was me who told him I wanted to pretend this was real.

I got myself all worried for no reason. He doesn’t really love me. He’s not serious about me being his.

With the knowledge that I got too much into the pretend game, I snuggle into his chest and feel a lot better that he will go away tomorrow and leave me alone.

I can go back to my life and live it as usual with this sweet little session to think about now and then.

No big deal!

But man, this guy would be so damn easy to fall in love with.

Luckily, his snooty family would never allow him to be with a commoner like myself.

I have nothing to worry about. It was all just an act. An act I asked him to do.

His arms tighten around me and he kisses the top of my head and mumbles, “My Angel. Always mine.”

My heart pounds as his breathing is slow and steady and he’s obviously asleep. So does that mean his words were real?

Does that mean he’s going to hold me to the things he said?

Does that mean he really expects me to be his?

I can’t let this happen!