Page 7 of Ace's Ascension

“Yeah, Butch. We’re trying to get off out here. Do you mind?” Ace’s innuendo isn’t lost on me and I try moving away from his muscular body as far as I can, but the bar behind my back stops me. “Relax, Sweet Cheeks. I’m messing with you.”

“So not funny, Ace.” I cross my arms over my chest and his eyes travel to the dip in my t-shirt. “How do I get off this bike?” I ask again.

“Oh, is that what you meant?” I nod my head. “Well, you do the same thing toget offthat you did to get on but the opposite. Put your left leg on the ground, stand up and swing your right leg over. Use my shoulder for balance. Don’t worry about the bike, I have it stabilized.”

I do what he says and almost fall on my ass but manage to keep myself upright. No one said I was the most graceful person in the world, but I can see myself enjoying this and getting better at it.

“I could enjoy it too if you let me.” Ace’s voice breaks through my thoughts and I slap a hand over my mouth.

“Did I say that out loud?” My eyes grow huge from embarrassment.

“Yeah, Sweet Cheeks you did.” There’s a glint of humor in Ace’s voice and his whiskey eyes are filled with lust. I watch as he dismounts the bike and stands in front of me. I swear thisman is at least six foot four with muscle upon muscle but it’s not steroid bulky muscle. It’s more of a fighter and that brings him even higher on my sexy scale.

I enjoy watching and even participating in fights on occasion back home. I haven’t found a gym here yet that can accommodate my needs for sparing. I tried one gym back a few months ago and never returned. The guys were dicks and didn’t take me seriously. There’s something that calls to me when my fist connects with bone and I love the feeling of power and darkness behind it. I grab my necklace and rub the charm with my fingers. The darkness that overtakes me scares the shit right out of me and I’ve never told anyone what it does and how I change when in the ring.

“C’mon, let me introduce you to the guys inside and figure out where we go from here.” Ace runs his finger gently down the side of my face drawing me out of the darkness surrounding me. That's the first time anyone ever could pull me back and it scares the shit out of me.

I nod my head and follow him, watching his fine ass in his jeans. Oh, that view is even better than I imagined. I lick my lips. “Damn it, Liz. Put a lid on it.” I quietly scold myself.

We enter the garage doors and I spot the man Ace called Butch leaning against a car with the hood popped up. He doesn’t have a vest on like Ace does but with all the grease on his jeans and shirt, I can see why he isn’t wearing it.

“Liz, this is Butch. Butch, Liz. Her car broke down up the road and I need a prospect to tow it back.” I look at Butch and he’s just as huge as Ace. Jesus, do these bikers take steroids or something? Butch has a scowl on his unshaven face but his eyes are soft when he looks me over.

Another man slides out from underneath the car, scaring the shit out of me. I didn’t see his feet when we walked in. “I’vegot it, Ace. I’m finished here. All we need is your touch on the distributor to time it.”

“Tex, this is Liz. Liz, Tex.” Ace introduces us. Tex stands and wipes his hands on a rag and throws it off to the side. He isn’t wearing his vest either but he does have a blue bolo tie around his neck. That’s fucking weird. But hey, who am I to judge? I’m a descendant of Louisiana Voodoo.

“Pleasure, Liz. Can I have your keys?” Tex holds out his hand and I stare at it. My brain hasn’t caught up with the rest of us yet. “Keys?” There’s a touch of humor in Tex’s voice.

When it dawns on me what he needs, I facepalm before searching my jeans pockets. “Oh, no. I left them in the car. Along with my purse and cell phone.”

“It’s OK. I’ll be back in a few.” Tex draws his hand back and walks out of the garage door, whistling.

“Want a drink?” Ace asks from behind me. His hot breath fans across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I nod my head too tongue-tied to speak right now. Fuck my life I’m in so much trouble here.

If the wrong people find out about these guys and particularly Ace, their lives will be in danger. I can’t have their blood on my hands. I can’t do this again. Why did my God damn car have to break down in the middle of BFE and these nice guys have to find me? I have to figure out a way to get out of here before something bad happens to them.

Chapter Five

Ace

I see it the moment she realizes something and by her body language, this woman is ready to bolt. I grab her arm before she can take off out the garage doors and pull her next to me, guiding her to the counter. I sit her on a barstool. Electricity jolts my body from Liz’s soft warm flesh flush against mine. I’ve never and I mean never, had this happen before.

“Stay,” I demand before walking around to the other side. I need to calm my racing heart and give us space before I do something stupid. Liz complies and I pour us both a shot of Whiskey setting the bottle on the counter. I walk back next to her and lean against the bar top so our legs are touching. Since she climbed on the back of my bike, I want to touch her every chance I can get.

“Drink.” I push the shot glass toward her and Liz wraps her fingers around it before lifting it to her plump red lips and downing the shot.

“Holy shit. What is that?” Liz coughs into her hand before turning back to me.

“Whiskey.” I shrug. “Figured you could use something to relax.” I offer her another shot and she shakes her head no. I pour myself another shot and down it in a quick gulp. Liz is watching me, her fingers playing with the crystal charm around her neck.

I move closer to her and rest my palm over her fingers, looking at the charm. I’m asking for trouble, but I can’t help it. My body wants her near me. Liz’s heart is pounding hard against her chest. “Where’d you get this?”

“My Memaw gave it to me before she passed. It’s supposed to bring me good luck, but I don’t think it’s working.” Liz’s voice is soft.

I lean in until my lips are next to Liz’s ear and I inhale her intoxicating scent. “I think it’s working just fine, Sweet Cheeks.” Liz shivers from my hot breath across her skin and I’m hard against the zipper of my jeans. Her intoxicating scent is driving me crazy. Fuck, this woman has me in knots. From the top of her fire-red hair to her pale skin sprinkled with freckles, down to her lean sexy legs, this woman has captured my attention in no time. Don’t get me started on her southern drawl or her dark blue eyes. This woman screams sex appeal.

Liz tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear and looks into my eyes. The pools of dark blue pull me in and I’m happily following, no questions asked. No woman has ever captured my attention the way she has.

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