Read Steel Love: Alpha BBW Motorcycle Romance Online

Authors: P.J. Rider

Tags: #romance, #Alpha Male, #biker, #firsts

Steel Love: Alpha BBW Motorcycle Romance (3 page)

His gaze drifted back to Jamie sitting at the bar. As soon as his eyes rested on her face red painted lips split in a garish grin. Ash took a moment to contemplate that mouth before smiling. It was instantaneous. She hopped off the bar stool right in the middle of what looked like the bartender laying his best line on her and walked toward Ash. She didn’t have time for a lowly bar tender oh no, she only had eyes for Ash and at this moment with Maggie Quirke’s hair slipping through his mind’s fingers, Ash didn’t give a good God Damn who was flirting with Jamie. He needed her attention.

When reached his table Ash gulped the last of his beer down and scooted his chair back. Jamie took his queue and found her way around to straddle his lap pushing her tits into his face. He knew from experience her breasts were not as big in the hand as they appeared in the bra. She used some type of padding and one of those push up bras. Fucking typical woman can’t represent herself as she is.

Ash leaned back letting Jamie feel his erection pushing through his pants. He let her believe it was for her. His eyes moved over her face and hair. She wasn’t Maggie Quirke, but she was an acceptable alternative for the moment. “Come to the back with me.” His deep smoke scratched voice tickled her ears and caressed her skin.

His two best tools in this shit stained life were his voice and his eyes. Ash always seemed to be able to make women instantly wet with just the sound of his voice and
the look
. He used a similar tone and look on men to garner their respect and cooperation, and a slightly different one to garner fear.

“Sure Ash, whatever you say.” Jamie’s breathy voice could barely be heard above the jukebox. She nearly vibrated with the weight of his eyes. Ash could see the rapid pulse in her throat. He stood, knocking Jamie off his lap, but kept her on her feet with a hand at her elbow. She giggled like a girl trying to act like he was being silly but really he was just getting annoyed with her already. He maneuvered her in front of him and pushed her toward the back rooms where Outlaw members could take a break from the rat race and grab a nap or a quickie from one of the girls.

He kicked the first door he found that stood open a crack and led the girl into the poorly lit room, snapping the lock to ensure privacy. Jaime’s eyes were wide with excitement; nipples rock hard through her thin tank top. He stared at her until she moved into the corner of the room. When she started to strip Ash crossed to the full bed and lay down to watch her while he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly leaving the rest for her to take care of. When she was down to her panties and bra Ash flicked a hand out and motioned her over. No need to make her think she was getting anything out of this.

Jamie climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips leaning down to kiss him. He allowed her the moment of pleasure before ending the kiss with a nip at her lower lip, and put his hands on her shoulders. With an evil grin pushed. Jamie, though definitely a few cards short of a full deck, caught on quickly and moved down his body to free his cock from his boxers and relieve him of the built up pressure in his groin.

As the girl ministered to his most immediate of needs Ash played that little fantasy he’d been having about Maggie Quirke over in his mind. The naughty librarian reaching high into the stacks for a book, stretched on the tips of her toes. He watched the hem of her skirt slide slowly up her black clad thighs, and there it was, the lace of those thigh highs peeking out at him and that creamy white skin just beyond it. Was she wearing panties? He bet her ass was luscious. In his fantasy Ash walked behind her just as her heels clicked back down on the ground. His fingers slipped around the bun in her hair and slowly pulled it free.

As the strands of those thick black ringlets fell down her back Maggie turned to look at him over her shoulder. The look she gave him was sex and daring and begged him to touch her, and Ash came. He exploded in Jamie’s mouth as Maggie looked at him with those big knowing eyes. His hands that ached to slide around Maggie’s hips gripped the back of Jamie’s head as he pushed further into her throat. He could hear her choking slightly and released his grip. Fuck he’d needed that.

Maybe now he could stop thinking about Maggie Quirke. Maybe now Maggie’s father would stop rolling in his grave. As his dick slipped from the girl’s mouth Ash put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling contemplating the problem of Maggie and what he could do to curb his thoughts and keep himself from hunting her down like a fucking dog. Like she was a bird and all Ash lived for was the feel of her throat in his mouth, her blood and feathers on his paws.

Ash barely noticed the girl climbing off his lap or the sound of the door clicking shut behind her. It was only the cool air on his limp dick that prompted him to put his pants back together.

Ash had to approach Maggie. He wasn’t sure how or when but he would. He needed to speak to her. He needed dispel this fog that she’d caused in his mind. Jack told him to watch Maggie, but he never specified at what distance.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

MAGGIE

 

 

 

Maggie stepped from her father’s white Prius shutting and locking the door. Her eyes moved across the street checking for that grey coup or the black motorcycle as she moved away from the car and up the path toward the library. At this point either of those two vehicles would bring a chill to her blood regardless of whether or not the biker was sent by Reef or just a fluke.

She was so excited to start her new job at the library it was almost enough to smooth the goose flesh on her arms caused by the memory of the rider sitting on his motorcycle in the rain. She cleared the memory from her mind and tried to focus on the coming day and her first real job as a librarian. Maggie would need all her savings in order to hire a lawyer for a divorce from Reef. That meant she needed to make money in order to keep the lights on and food in her fridge. It was pure bliss that she got to make that money doing the one thing she’d always dreamed of.

Reef wouldn’t let her go without a serious fight she knew that, but if she could just establish herself back here she could tell the judge she didn’t want anything from Reef. They didn’t have kids together, thank God, and she was willing to let go of her share of the house and any savings they had as long as she could keep the house her father had left her and her father’s car. All she wanted was a clean break.

In the meantime Maggie needed to move forward with trying to get her life back on track and the first thing she needed to do was start her new job. Now that dad was gone the library needed someone to replace the hole he’d left behind.

At the funeral she spoke to Mrs. Lahey and told her that she was planning on staying in town for the foreseeable future. Mrs. Lahey had called her father’s house three days later and practically begged her to come down right that minute. Maggie had been touched but asked if she could have just two more days to get herself together. Mrs. Lahey had been incredibly understanding and told her to take as much time as she needed. The job was Maggie’s when she was ready and she would have all the pertinent paperwork that needed to be filled out in the mail the next day.

Three days after the phone call Maggie walked the path that in her youth she had traversed a thousand times to visit her father. Now she was an adult walking up the path to take his place. The moment was bitter sweet. The sounds of the ducks on the pond to the right of the old Victorian building turned town library made her eyes watery and put a hitch in her step. The cold breeze blowing off the pond caused her to blink away the tears in her eyes, and pull her black pea coat tighter.

Would she ever be able to walk this path and not want to cry? Yes she supposed one day she would come to work and realize it wasn’t sadness that she felt but happiness at the memories and the life she would create. Joy at doing what she loved and walking in her father’s footsteps. He was so proud when she’d graduated with her bachelors in library sciences. She wasn’t able to go on for her masters because Reef didn’t want her to have a higher degree than him, but maybe that too could change.

The dry warm heated air of the library hit her face and brought her back to reality as Maggie opened the front door and stepped into the building. It was over three months since she’d left Reef and that shit of a life behind. She knew it would take her mind a lot longer to heal then it would ever take her body but Maggie also knew taking this job was the first step in that healing process. Getting to a place where she felt in control of her life was of the utmost importance and having a steady income was just about the best way she could find to start taking that control.

As Maggie walked into the main space of the library Mrs. Lahey came out of the office to the right behind the checkout desk. When she saw Maggie she let out a squeal that belonged to a girl 40 years her junior. It brought a smile to Maggie’s face that she didn’t think herself capable of yet. Mrs. Lahey scurried out from behind the desk and launched herself at Maggie swooping her into a full-bodied hug. All of the thoughts and worries that had swamped her moments before were swept from Maggie’s mind with the tightening of the old woman’s arms.

After releasing her Mrs. Lahey stood back and looked up smiling. She was a short thin woman with pure white hair she kept pulled back in a French braid that hung down to the small of her back. Her hair reminded Maggie of her mother who always kept her long hair in a braid. That was pretty much where the similarities ended. Mrs. Lahey was short, thin, and small breasted. Maggie’s mother had been of average height with a pear shape. But they were both strong women with quick smiles and large hearts.

“Thank you so much Mrs. Lahey for everything. I just want you to know how much this means to me. Working in my father’s library I mean. It’s been a long time since I’ve worked at a steady job and I just want you to know that even though I may not have a ton of experience I am a very hard worker and I will not make you regret giving me this opportunity.”

Mrs. Lahey’s eyes grew misty as she looked up at her, “Oh Maggie, I wouldn’t dream of hiring anyone else. You have to know your father was so proud of you, and I have all the faith in the world that you will do a wonderful job. And please call me Beth. If we’re going to be co-workers we should be on a first name basis!” Her laughter tinkled through the room and made her face brighten even more.

“Beth. Thank you.”

“Ok, well now that’s enough of that. You’re welcome and we won’t say another word about it. Now let me show you around the place, OK?” Beth grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the desk and began the arduous task of instructing her on the outdated software the library used.

Even though her degree was three years old at this point it seemed the library’s software was at least 5 years old. Maggie wondered if there was any way to update everything, but figured she’d get herself settled in and re-acquainted with the library workings before suggesting changes.

The rest of the day consisted of re-learning the library layout, mastering the outdated software, and promising herself that as soon as she felt settled she would absolutely be updating these computers.

Maggie spent her lunch break sitting outside on the picnic tabletop with her feet on the bench looking out at the pond and the ducks. It wasn’t quite so cold that the ducks were ready to fly south and Maggie enjoyed the fresh crisp coolness on her face after the hours inside with the heated recycled air.

For the first time since setting foot outside her marriage home she felt like her life was on the right track. She felt like she had made all the right decisions and was in the process of moving forward. No matter what happened from here on out she would be ok.

At the end of the day Maggie hugged Beth goodbye and clutched her keys in her left hand, thumb pressed against the panic button on the key fob, eyes constantly scanning the parking lot and street beyond. She hated this feeling of high alert. She felt like she’d been living in this state since the first time Reef laid a hand on her. She couldn’t remember what it felt like to be safe and comfortable in her own skin.

As Maggie drove back toward her father’s house she allowed her gaze to slide across the storefronts in the downtown area. It had been so long since she’d been home she didn’t recognize a lot of the stores that were newly opened during the revitalization project that started a few years back. She stopped at the new neighborhood grocery store that had opened up last year. Before you would have to drive forty-five minutes outside of town to find a market. Everyone who lived here liked that this was a small town and you knew everyone that lived here, but it was nice to finally have a market.

Maggie got out of her car and made her way into the store. She grabbed a cart at the entrance and began loading it with the essentials. She preferred to shop for groceries every few days rather than once a week. She found she made better choices that way and her food didn’t go bad. Plus there was just her. It wasn’t like she was buying for a huge family.

When she finished getting everything she needed she headed for the checkout. While she stood in line checking out the magazines on the rack she heard someone say her name. When she turned she found a very tall redheaded woman standing in line behind her. “Maggie Quirke? Is that you?”

Maggie looked up and smiled in recognition. Jessi Flynn was one of Maggie’s best friend’s back in high school. They drifted apart slightly when Maggie took off for college. And of course when she married Reef she disconnected from all friends completely. But she’d thought of Jessi a lot since then. They’d been so close. It was almost a little painful seeing her in the store after all this time. “Jessi Flynn? Holy crap! I can’t believe you’re still living here. I was so sure you’d be in New York or California by now.”

Jessi smiled back at Maggie and shook her head, “Yeah I tried it out for a bit, but it just wasn’t for me. I’m not a big city girl you know? I like my small town. What are you up to? I didn’t even realize you were back in town?”

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