Page 31 of Ride with Zane

“And some clothes,” I confess while looking at my bare feet.

“Okay, let me put a shirt on and we can go.”

Zane

I follow her closely while we get to her place, and I can't wait for her to sit on my bike. No other woman than Caroline ever sat on it.

“Make yourself home,” Ash plants a kiss on my mouth before rushing upstairs.

Her house is fantastic in the morning light. In the living room there's a showcase with all her medals and cups. I'm shocked at how many she won. I'm sure she'll be qualified for the Olympics, and I love seeing her so nervous. As I scan the shelves all I see is first place and gold medals. There’s a few silver ones and I lean closer to read what’s written on them: Tokyo and Paris. Wow. I don’t understand why she’s afraid though. Yesterday’s performance to me looked superb.

When she joins me into the living room, I salivate. Those leather leggings fit her divinely and her t-shirt reveals the curves of her tits, which I love.

“I'm ready. Do I need to follow you on my bike?”

“No baby, you'll come on mine.”

“Is that an excuse to feel my legs around you?” she teases.

“Hmmm, I don't need an excuse to fuck you, baby.”

“Good to know.” She flashes me a smile. Ash wrapped me on her finger and she didn't even realize it. “Would you let me ride it?”

“You can ride me all the time.”

“Your bike, Rock!” She squeaks blushing, triggering my laughter.

“Not a chance, Princess. No one but me will ride it.” She pouts and I kiss her.

“Ready to meet my family?”

“Yes,” she whispers before we leave her home. I’m not sure if she’s doing it on purpose or if she never rode as a passenger. But seeing her smirk I bet it’s the first. I let her take time to get to her seat even though there’s so much space between us. “Ash,” I growl, making her giggle. Revving the motor I leave the break just to yank her on me.

“Nice try, Mister President.”

“Prez. That’s what they call me.” I grin at her while she circles my middle. “Off we go.”

She holds me tightly at first but after a few miles she relaxes and enjoys the ride. Nope, this is definitely her first time as a passenger.

Mellow opens the gate as he sees me and nods. I give her a tour of our place. “Welcome to my charter.”

“I kinda love the architecture and the green spaces are fabulous.” She pauses as she turns to look at the moms and babies chatting. “Do you have a kindergarten?”

“We have everything, but still from primary onward we make them study downtown.”

“Why? I mean, aren’t they housewives?”

I shake my head and pull toward the Clubhouse. “Not all of them. Betty,” I point to the troublemaker on the other side of the street. “She’s a pastry chef and runs Rudolph’s.”

“No way,” her eyes widen. “Her cupcakes are my weakness.”

I chuckle. “Our women run a good part of shops, restaurants, bakeries, and so on in Newtok. Clubs are mostly run by my brothers, but we do have a few doctors and artists. You name it, we have them.”

“I’m speechless.”

“Yeah, I know. People think being part of a club may ruin your life. We do care about our brothers, their family and education.”

“That’s more than I could ever imagine. Don’t get me wrong, but I was picturing a motorcycle club more like a bunch of alpha men into alcohol and whores.”

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