Steel Love: Alpha BBW Motorcycle Romance (12 page)

Lastly she got out the silver hoop earrings she had and put those on. She left off a necklace. She wanted her chest bare tonight. Her breasts always looked amazing in the blue bra and the scoop neck on the top showed off the perfect amount of cleavage and top boob. Maggie made her way down the stairs and into the living room. It had taken her maybe thirty minutes to finish getting ready. Ash was finished with the dishes and sitting in the living room on the couch when she came down the stairs.

Maggie kept her eyes on Ash’s face as she moved into view. When she hit the bottom step he looked up from his phone. He stilled. That was the best word she could think of to describe the quiet that fell over Ash. His entire body stiffened, even his breathing seemed to stop. His eyes were the only thing that moved. He started at her feet and worked his way up slowly. Maggie stopped on the bottom step held in place by his gaze. This was it. This is what she was missing with Reef. This look of hunger and yes possession, but not anger or insanity. Just pure lust and desire.

The air in the room felt like a ton of water had appeared and taken up every available ounce of space. She couldn’t breathe. Moving felt impossible. When Ash’s eyes finally met Maggie’s the air cleared and she took a deep breath. The smile that exploded across her face with her exhale was enough to break the stillness. Ash’s eyes narrowed as he pushed up off the couch. She watched him move across the room to stop in front of her.

“You look amazing Maggie.”

Maggie blushed deeply and looked down at herself trying to see what Ash saw. “Thank you Ash. I appreciate that.”

Ash held his hand out to her. Maggie hesitated a moment then reached out to place her hand in his. “Ready to go?” Ash asked.

“Yeah, let’s head out.” Maggie said as Ash pulled her along to the door. She grabbed her keys and purse as they passed the table they sat on.

“I’ll drive.” Ash spoke while he unlocked and opened the door.

“Um. No I don’t think so.” Maggie looked back at him with squinty eyes. What was he thinking?

“Maggie, come on, you’ll be drinking, I have to follow you back here anyway. Let’s just take one car.”

“No. I’m sorry Ash, but no. I need to take my own car. I don’t plan on having more than one beer tonight, and I need to feel like I’m not responsible or beholden to anyone but myself tonight. This isn’t personal. Well actually it is personal, to me. What I mean to say is it’s not about you. It’s about me, my comfort, and what I need right now. And one of the things I need is to feel… free I guess.” Maggie shrugged and smiled at him, trying to show Ash that she didn’t mean to be insulting. She was just trying to be honest.

Ash took a moment to consider her words. He looked down at their hands still clasped together. “I realize I can’t force this issue. If I try I have a feeling you would not respond well. Fuck it. I can watch you just as easily from my bike, and I won’t be taking my eyes off you tonight.” Ash smiled as he spoke the last sentence. It made something deep inside Maggie clench in a good way.

Maggie stepped up to Ash and put her hand lightly on his chest. There was definitely a little spark that shot off between them the moment they touched. “Thanks for understanding Ash. I really appreciate it.”

Maggie didn’t look back at Ash as she opened the door, but she could feel his eyes all over her as he waited for her to lock the door behind them. This was going to be a very interesting evening that was for damn sure.

Chapter 13

ASH

It was Maggie. Maggie in that short skirt. Maggie smiling and laughing. Maggie with heat in her eyes knowing how badly he wanted her. It was her image repeating in Ash’s head over and over as he followed her to the bar. He was fucked. Ash realized it now. How could he even remotely try to deny it? He couldn’t. This was the last of him. This moment right now, driving to the bar, following the woman that would completely fuck up the rest of his life.

He knew it now, as clearly as if he was looking into a crystal ball at his future and all the possible avenues his life could take. It was Maggie that would decide where his life went from this moment forward. If she chose him he saw happiness. Maybe it would be difficult getting her to understand why he could never leave his club, but if she chose him she would stick by him. He knew that now. If she refused him… he would never be the same. He wasn’t going to kill himself or some bullshit like that, but he knew she was a defining factor for him. She had changed things. She was responsible for this new clarity. A woman that was worth working for, worth waiting for. What a fucking concept.

Ash pulled his bike up to the bar and backed it into the line of bikes already parked. Maggie pulled into a space across the street that she had parked in the last time they were here. Ash jumped when he realized it was just yesterday. Had it really only been twenty-four hours since the first time he’d spoken to Maggie Quirke?

Ash watched her climb from her white Prius. A breeze caught her skirt and lifted it slightly as she closed and locked her car. Flashes of thigh peaked out, teasing and tempting him. That same breeze caught her hair and lifted it around her shoulders as she moved across the street.

Shit. He really needed to get it together. This was not going to work if he had to sit there at the bar and watch her with her friends dancing and laughing. Watching the other men in the bar watch her. He was screwed.

Maggie’s smile faltered when she caught up to him on the sidewalk. He realized he was frowning at her and took a deep breath before re-arranging his face into a more neutral look. He heard a voice from behind him call out Maggie’s name. He stepped back and turned as Maggie moved around him and toward a tall redhead Ash had seen around the bar a few times.

They embraced in a quick hug before Maggie turned toward Ash. “Hey Ash I wanted to introduce you to my friend. This is Jessi. Jessi this is my
other
friend Ash. I have
two
friends in town now. Isn’t that impressive?” Maggie laughed and Ash’s guts churned.
THIS
was Jessie? Make that Jessi. Damn. Of course he had just assumed it was a man taking her out on a date. He had been blind with jealousy this morning before he truly realized what Maggie was doing to him. What an idiot.

Ash reached a hand out toward Jessi to shake hello, “Hey, nice to meet you.” Jessi’s eyes moved over him, an eyebrow tipped up inquisitively.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too. I’ve seen you around here before. I didn’t realize you and Maggie knew each other.”

Ash smirked at her. “We just met.”

“Ah. Ok then, Maggie you ready for a beer? I know I am.” Jessi grabbed Maggie’s arm and dragged her toward the entrance to the bar.

Ash narrowed his eyes at the women as they made their way into the bar. He waited a moment, letting the cool night breeze clear his head before he followed them. He really did not need to be in fight mode. The last thing anyone needed was for him to get into a fight with one of his brothers over Maggie. If someone made a move he needed to deal with it as Vice President of the Steel Breed MC and not as a jealous boyfriend. Ash stopped at that thought. No. He wasn’t going to address the fact that he’d just referred to himself as Maggie’s boyfriend. That little detail could just wait for one fucking night. He would deal with that tomorrow.

Ash nodded at the bouncer as he opened the door and stepped into the bar then stopped just inside to let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting. He found Maggie, Jessi, and a couple of other girls standing around a table across from the bar toward the center of the room just on the edge of the small dance floor. There wasn’t a ton of dancing that went on during the rest of the week, but on Monday nights usually a few people got out on the floor.

Ash made his way to his usual table in the back corner of the bar directly to the left of the stage. Prentice sat at their usual table already nursing a jack and coke. Ash signaled to a waitress as he sat down and she made her way quickly over to him ignoring other patrons in favor of serving the second in command of the MC that owned the bar.

“Just bring me a bottle of Amber Bach.” Ash instructed the waitress.

“Skipping the hard stuff tonight?” Prentice’s deep voice trudged across to him. Everything about Prentice was big and deep. He towered over most men standing at six feet four inches tall and weighing in around two hundred and thirty pounds the majority of that weight muscle. He had dirty blond hair, and crisp green eyes that made some men uncomfortable. Prentice also happened to be the only man Ash trusted with his life.

“Yeah … Let’s just say it’s probably best for everyone if I stick to beer for tonight.” Ash let his head fall forward as he rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Have you spoken to Jack?”

“Nope. He’s been kind of busy the last week. It almost seems like he…” Prentice paused to collect his thoughts.

“Remember when his brother died a few years back? He got drunk for a week and was all shitty until he got it out of his system. This last week he kinda reminded me of that.”

Ash squinted over at Prentice. Along with his large size Prentice tended toward a more stoic attitude. He didn’t often make speeches that consisted of more than a or two sentences so to hear what amounted to a diatribe from him was mildly shocking, and it made Ash pay attention. He thought back to when Jack’s brother died and considered the similarities of his behavior to the last week. Who was he mourning? Was Jack closer to Seamus Quirke then Ash knew? He’d have to think about that some more. He didn’t want there to be any trouble between them if things moved forward with Maggie.

“Well. I don’t know what’s going on with Jack, but I’m gonna need you on this job. You know Seamus Quirke? He was the librarian that passed recently. Turns out he was also an OG Steel Breed.”

Prentice smirked at Ash, “Yeah, I know who our OGs are. What about him?”

Ash lifted an eyebrow at Prentice’s tone. He was the only one Ash would let speak to him like that. “Yeah, well remember the woman you saw me talking to yesterday? That’s his daughter. She took over for her dad at the library, and she’s living in his house. Turns out her ex-husband is a bit of an abusive fuck. So before he passed Seamus asked Jack to put someone on her until the divorce. That someone is me, but I need another guy on it. Someone tried to run me off the road today and I’m starting to think it was the ex. I feel like I need another set of eyes on this.”

Prentice nodded and tipped his drink toward Ash. “You got it brother. So you’re here… where’s the daughter?”

Ash took a deep breath and shifted his eyes toward Maggie. “She’s over there. With the group of girls.”

Ash watched Prentice look over toward Maggie then his eyes went wide. “Dayum. Who’s the red-head? How tall is she? Gotta be near six feet... Think Maggie can introduce me?”

Ash smirked and shook his head at Prentice. “Down boy. I don’t wanna scare Maggie.”

Prentice jerked his eyes over at Ash and frowned. “The fuck dude? You’re loosin’ it. When you care ‘bout some bitches feelings?”

Ash growled. Literally growled at Prentice. “She’s not a bitch.”

Prentice sat back, eyes wide, and looked Ash up and down. “Jesus. Never thought I’d see a fucking day Ash Moreno got twisted by a chick. Hell finally fucking froze?”

Ash laughed and punched Prentice in the arm hard enough to make him flinch. “Fuck off Prentice. Don’t worry about my shit. Worry about your own. And if you’re a good boy maybe I’ll ask Maggie to introduce you to Jessi.”

Prentice let his eyes slide over to the statuesque redhead. He squinted slightly and Ash heard a low rumble coming from his chest. “Hhhmmmm. Jessi.”

Ash just shook his head and turned his attention back to his beer. He took a swig and leaned back in his chair. The band started playing a faster song and Maggie and the ladies moved out onto the dance floor. The redhead was a good dancer, fluid and graceful.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off Maggie though. She wasn’t as good of a technical dancer as Jessi, but she definitely enjoyed herself. Her curves looked amazing out there, and he was seriously enjoying watching her. He would enjoy touching her even more. Feeling her hips slide against his hands as she twisted and turned. He wanted to reach around her and grab a handful of that ass fucking amazing ass. Most men would probably think Maggie was too heavy, but Ash couldn’t get enough of watching her. He imagined holding her, how full and soft she would be. He imagined sinking inside her, feeling her luscious thighs wrap around his hips, cushioning him as he pushed into her over and over.

Ash reached down to adjust himself. He was going to have a serious problem if he didn’t stop thinking about Maggie like that. After getting himself situated he looked back to the dance floor and narrowed his eyes as one of the newest Steel Breed prospects moved onto the floor toward the girls. The prospect was called Bobby and he immediately disregarded Jessi, as she was several inches taller. Ash watched as Bobby zeroed in on Maggie. She smiled and slid away from him as he stepped up to her. Ash’s initial instinct was to jump on Bobby when he saw him making the decision to follow her, but he knew Maggie wouldn’t appreciate it. He would step in if he really needed to, but he didn’t want Maggie thinking he was some crazy jealous stalker like her ex.

Ash just watched as Maggie slid around the dance floor, always keeping at least a foot between herself and her persistent and unwanted dance partner. As the song shifted from fast to slow Ash watched Bobby gesturing toward Maggie asking her to dance the slow song with him. That was about as much as Ash was able to take.

Ash stepped up behind Maggie as she held her hands up and shook her head no. Ash narrowed his eyes at Bobby and gave his best “get the fuck out of here” glare. Bobby’s eyebrows crawled up his forehead as Maggie stepped back again and right into Ash’s chest. She jumped a little and turned to look over her shoulder. Her face shifted from a nervous smile to wide-eyed and slightly fearful as she registered the look on Ash’s face.

“Beat it.” was all Ash needed to say to send the prospect skittering off the dance floor. Without even realizing it Ash had wrapped his arms around Maggie’s waist. He looked down as he felt her turn in his arms to face him, her hands slide up his chest, their eyes met when her hands came together behind his neck.