Chapter Two
Rock stood near his bike, watching as Adele spoke to some guy. He didn’t like the jealousy that struck him. His bike was just getting the once-over at the local mechanic shop, and he saw that Adele’s car was in the parking lot, waiting to be seen.
“What’s gotten into you?” Carl, his mechanic, asked.
Carl was the only guy he’d trust. “What?”
“You’re muttering about assholes and cleaners.”
He nodded toward Adele. “You know that woman?”
Carl looked toward her. “Yeah, it’s Adele Sparks. Of course, everyone knows her. I’ve paid her a couple of times to clean the waiting room for clients. Some people don’t care about the filth around them. Others do, and I’m running a business here, so I have to go the extra mile to get the extra clients, you know?”
Rock got it, and he even understood it. Still, he was more interested in the asshole talking to his woman. Adele didn’t know it yet, but she belonged to him.
He couldn’t get her out of his mind, and he was getting tired of the blue balls that were driving him insane.
“Who’s that talking to her?” he asked.
Carl sighed, and looked back. “Nicky. He’s a good guy, and knows a thing or two about her car. It’s a piece of shit, and it’s on the verge of falling apart. The parts are getting harder to source.”
“I’ll be back in a minute.” Rock made his way over just as Nicky handed Adele a form and walked away. “Trouble?”
She looked up, and he saw the sweet smile that had been driving him crazy for months. “You know how it is. They’re telling me I need to get rid of my car, like scrap it. I don’t know.” She placed a hand on the side of the car. “This was the first car my parents got me. It held a lot of memories for them.”
From the information that he’d gotten about her, he knew her parents were dead.
“They’d understand, wouldn’t they? Or are you getting it fixed for them?” He kept up the charade of not knowing anything about her.
“They died a few years ago, of illness. This car they gifted to me right after I passed my driving test. She was my dream machine, and I promised I’d take her to places.”
Cleaning was her business, her baby. Her parents had had high-powered jobs, and she owned her own business.
The success was all there.
Adele was just modest about everything. Her finances showed she was in fact a wealthy woman who lived within her means and then some.
Everything he learned about her showed her to be an amazing woman.
“You took her to places. She can come and sit in the clubhouse parking lot if you want. One of the boys would love to have a chance to do her up.” He was completely lying, but they’d do it for their Prez.
“They would?” she asked, hope in her eyes. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yep, totally, in a heartbeat.”
“Why do I feel a but is coming on?”
He smiled. “But, I want something in return.”
“Oh, a bargain. Okay, let me hear it.”
She turned toward him completely. Her hand was on her hip, her head tilted to the side.
Rock couldn’t wait to get her into his bed, to show her the passion she inspired inside him.
“A date.”
“A date?” she asked.
“Yes. I want you to agree to go on a ride on my bike after Carl’s looked it over.”
She looked past his shoulder to his bike, then at her car. “What about my car?”
“I’ll get one of the boys to tow it to my place. It’ll be safe there. I’ll put a call through, tell them to put it somewhere, and to get one of the boys to look it over.”
She nibbled her lips, and he wanted them wrapped around his dick. “I’ve never been on a motorbike before.”
“I’m an expert driver.”
“I’ve always wanted to go on one,” she said. She was looking at his bike the way he wanted her to look at him, like she couldn’t wait to get onto the bike—or him.
“Then tell me, Adele, what’s stopping you?” he asked.
She was biting her lip, looking nervous, and he hated that. She had nothing to be nervous about.
“For once, why don’t you give in, do something you want?”
“You’re trying to tempt me to the dark side.” She looked at him. “What if one ride isn’t enough?”
“Then we’ll do it again, and again, until it’s completely out of your system if you like. Don’t worry, babe, I won’t leave you hanging.”
A second of her looking at his bike longingly and she nodded. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Rock.” She shook his hand.
“Let me take care of getting this stuff done.” He left her by the car and made his way over to Carl. “Finish up. I’ve got a date.”
“You’ve got a date?” Carl asked.
“Yep. Get this car to the clubhouse. Tell Nails to put Smithy on it. I want this car to be his next project.”
Carl looked at him as if he’d lost his damn mind. “You’re really sweet on the woman, aren’t you?”
“With all due respect, none of your fucking business. My bike done?”
“Yep. All done, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Carl stepped back, and Rock straddled his machine. Pulling a roll of money out of his pocket, he paid Carl. “Thank you.”
“Keep on riding, man.”
Carl walked away, and he knew Adele’s car would be in good hands. Looking over at the woman in question, she was eyeing his bike like it was a piece of fucking candy. He was going to lick every inch of her as if she was a candy bar.
“Come on, babe, let’s get this show on the road.”
****
There was no hesitation as Adele climbed on the back of Rock’s bike. She trusted him, and knew that he’d keep her safe. She didn’t know how she knew that, only that he wouldn’t put her in harm’s way.
“You’re going to have to hold on to me, babe.”
Babe. She loved it when he called her that. In fact, there was a lot about Rock that she liked. His intense, dark stare. The way his hair was greying at the temples, and he didn’t care. The don’t-fuck-with-me attitude that he always possessed. Everyone respected him. The women wanted him, craved him in fact. Being a cleaner, she tended to be invisible. People talked about everything, and several of the women at the clubhouse wanted to become Rock’s old lady.
She’d even discovered that his name, Rock Hard, was because once he got going, there was no stopping him. The man was a machine.
Just thinking about her cold vibrator and dildo at home, she knew it couldn’t even compare to this man, who was fire.
What would it be like to spend a day with him, or a night in his bed? Would she become addicted to him?
Adele didn’t know if she wanted to take that chance with him. Even though sex would be fun, she wasn’t the kind of woman to not get involved. Sex had to mean something to her.
Still, it would be nice to have some fun.
Rock pulled her arms around him, and she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “Like this?” she asked, breathing against his ear.
“Yeah, like that.” What was wrong with his voice?
She didn’t have much time to think about it as the next second he was pulling out of the shop, and they were on the road, racing through the town square, and out.
Once they were on the open road, she let out a squeal of excitement. The country view opened up, and she saw for miles. They lived around such beauty, but with how busy she got, she was never able to take the time to just enjoy it. With her car out of commission, she was going to have to put some jobs on hold while she found a new car.
Adele gasped as he moved the bike, and she was worried they were going to fall off. He got it back up, and she was holding him even tighter. The rush of the wind, the feel of him between her thighs; it was all amazing, exhilarating, and she wanted it again.
She didn’t know how long they rode for, but she was disappointed as he pulled into a gas and diner place. He parked up, and as she climbed off the bike, her legs turned to jelly. If it wasn’t for Rock’s quick reflexes, she’d have fallen to the ground.
“That was amazing,” she said, laughing.
“You’re not the first woman to fall off a bike. You’ve never ridden before?” he asked.
“Nope, you’re my first.”
“Good to know.”
When she was steady, she released his hand. “You’re always helping me out.”
“Can’t help it if I have to save a woman.” He filled up his bike with gas, and she watched his ass while he walked in to pay.
All of her thoughts had turned to sex. Dirty sex, the kind that was in really explicit movies, and you couldn’t watch on a plane.
Seconds later, he returned with an ice cream.
“For you, my lady.”
She burst out laughing. “You took me out for ice cream.”
“Consider it a first date.”
He asked her to hold his while he pushed his bike toward an empty bench. Taking a seat on the table top, she gave Rock his ice cream, enjoying the fresh air and company.
“Thank you for inviting me. I rarely have a chance to just get away from it all. This is a lot of fun.”
She nudged his shoulder.
“When you first came to the clubhouse, I thought you were afraid of me.”
“Why would I be afraid?”
“A lot of people are.”
“Oh, with the leather and the bad rep and all that. Nope, I wasn’t afraid. I was nervous. I’m not good when it comes to social things. I can get quite awkward.” One of the things she’d hated growing up was having to do speeches in school. Being up in front of people while they stared was not her idea of fun.
Interviews were a necessary evil. She used them to challenge herself so she didn’t get stuck in a rut and become afraid to try new things.
Today had been awesome. She’d gotten on a bike and was eating ice cream with Rock.
“So … I heard you were married,” he said.
She scoffed. “I was married. I got divorced. Fucker cheated on me, but no big deal. It wasn’t a shock or anything.”
“Are you dating anyone?” Rock asked.
“Nope. Are you?”
“I don’t date.”
“Me neither.” She finished her ice cream, and tried not to look at him. Her body was coming alive with the heat from his, and she was struggling.
He was a guy she worked for.
She enjoyed cleaning his clubhouse. It was filthy, but by the time she finished, it was always so clean. She loved that. The feeling of accomplishment, even if she did find some scary stuff.
Rock climbed off the bench and moved toward the end of the bench closest to her. She gasped as he grabbed her thighs and spun her around, drawing her closer to the edge. He stepped between her thighs, bringing her aching pussy close to his cock.
“I want to fuck you, Adele.”
Her cheeks heated. It was one thing to imagine, and something different to hear him say it.
“Tell me if you don’t want that.”
“This is really out of the blue,” she said.
“Yeah, well I’m not the kind of guy to wait all that long. I want you. You want me, and I think we should give in and not fight it. What do you say to me taking you home and fucking your brains out?”
Oh, please!