Page 5 of Ride with Zane

“Good evening, Rock.” He greets with a nod.

I roll my eyes because he didn’t even answer me.

“Evening, J.” I pivot looking at the man whose voice makes me cover in goosebumps and I freeze in place.Holy crap! Even in my forbidden dreams, I couldn't picture someone as sexy as him. When he looks down at me, I feel like I'm catching on fire but his eyes, oh sweet mother of God. Music fades and my heartbeat is the only sound I can hear.

“Are you afraid of drinking, Princess?”

Is he speaking to me?I open my mouth to reply but Kelly cuts me off.

“It's her birthday and she doesn't want to get drunk.” she leers at him. “I'm Kelly, by the way.”

“Rock,” he answers, not taking his eyes off mine. I think I'm melting right on the spot.Get a grip, Ash, what a fuck!

“I'm Ashley, and yes I don't want to get wasted tonight.” I try to move my gaze away but it's like I can't.

“Happy birthday, Ashley.” He smiles, stepping forward. “J, make sure her drinks are half of the dose.”

The powerful aura he has makes me want to touch him. Even though he's wearing a leather jacket, I can see he's a mass of muscles and that beard adds so much sexiness to hisappearance. My eyes land on his patch but he turns away. Is he a biker too? It can’t be, he’s too clean and classy for it.

“On it, Rock.”

“Enjoy your night, Princess.” He extends his arm and takes his beer before moving away.

Do not look back. Don’t you dare.

I can still sense his cologne. If that’s how my night will be, I may think of becoming a regular member because fuck me, I have just squirmed in my pants.

“Here you go, enjoy,” the bartender says, winking at Kelly.

“I want to dance the whole night.” Kelly shouts over the music. “What are you looking at?” she asks, following my gaze. “You should invite him to our VIP area.”

Shaking my head to her silliness I cling to her arm, forcing myself to look away from Rock. “Come on, Kelly. Do you think he’s single? He’s not.” I roll my eyes while taking a sip of my drink.

“You don’t know it.”

“Please, I don’t need a boyfriend.” I whim in exasperation. After Blake and I broke up she has tried to combine some blind dates I've never gone on.

“Who said you need one,” she sips her drink, but I haven't missed her smile. “but you can get laid tonight.” I choke on my Cosmopolitan. “Your V card is about to expire, love,” she whispers into my ear, making me laugh.

Shaking my head at her, I move to the other side. “Not tonight and not with a random guy.”

“Live it up, Ash, you won't regret it!” she winks at me while dragging me toward the VIP area.

Zane

TheZBEis one of my creations. Running The Black Panthers Motorcycle Club is not the only thing I do. I don’t want to get in trouble with the new sheriff, even though we kinda get along. We've made a deal almost a decade ago: he won’t bother us, and we’ll keep the town out of drugs and get rid of The Vipers. Those motherfuckers were selling drugs in schools, and I can’t stand that shit. Kids are off-limits for our clubs and for our smoke too. He agreed and as long as I stay out of trouble he won't come for us.

I like seeing how much this town loves our clubs, maybe because they don’t know The Black Panthers are running them but that’s not something they should worry about. We're not that bad, we're worse than the outlawed and loyal toward our brothers, values and club.

Walking in ZBE tonight feels different. I don't know how to explain it, it's not like the normal Friday nights we used to have.

Seeing the beauty bomb in front of me makes my heart race. A powerful twinge happens in my chest cutting my breath off.What the fuck just happened?

I have plenty of girls around here, or at the Strip and even at the Clubhouse but it seems like she’s put a spell on me. Her voice is so darn sweet that awakes the beast in me and I'm wondering if her moans have that delicious sound too. I need to get the fuck out of here because I’m not a horny teenager anymore even though I feel like one of them.

Walking away with my beer I try to calm the fuck down. I'm here to work and then go home. Taking a generous gulp of my beer I try to forget her eyes but fuck me it's so difficult. I rub my eyes and take a deep breath.

The office doors close but I don't move, I spot Denise getting in. “Hey, Rock, you okay?”

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