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Ace: Looking forward to it.

He glances at me and gives me a wink before he places his phone in his pocket.

Another four hours to think about what I'm going to say to him over dinner tonight.

Chapter34

Ace

Iam fucking tired. The trip was long and I want a hot shower, food and to talk to Storm. We pull into a small motel that looks sketchy as fuck. It has a Bate’s Motel vibe to it, but I've stayed at clubhouses worse than this place.

The room is small with a bed, dresser, nightstand, and a television. I turn on the TV for some background noise and strip my clothes off. I’m dying to feel the water of a nice hot shower and hoping it will relax my muscles. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love riding, but long trips can make your ass and thighs sore.

The shower really does its job, I feel like a new man. After brushing my teeth and combing my hair I put on a clean pair of jeans and a black tee shirt. I spray some Tom Ford Tobacco Vanilla cologne on and pull out my phone.

Me: Ready when you are, Sweetcheeks.

Storm: Don't ever fucking call me that again.

Me: Okay, how about Cupcake?

Storm: Do you want to move up on the vengeance list asshole? Cause I can cut your throat right now.

Me: Come on Storm, give me a break. How about Babydoll?

Storm: Not throat cutting bad, but still not the best. I'm ready, do you want to go find a place in this podunk town or want to order a pizza?

Me: Your choice whatever you want. I'll think of a better pet name.

Storm: Pizza, be there in 5. Call it in.

I look up pizza places near me on Google and find a place that delivers and orders us pizza and breadsticks too.

I just finish ordering when I hear a knock at my door. Storm is wearing a white cami shirt with no bra. Her nipples are poking through and she's wearing a pair of tiny blue shorts that almost look like panties. I stand at the door ogling her until she pushes me out of her way and climbs on my bed. Fuck that woman is so sexy.

"I would have worn more, but it's late and it's not like you haven't seen all of my body." She nonchalantly flips channels on the television.

"I don't mind, fucking believe that sugar tits. You are one fine woman," I remark, knowing the pet name would more than likely get me stabbed.

"You're about to get your tongue cut out so you can't talk," She replies, pulling out a knife. I have no idea where she had it hidden in her lack of clothes.

"Fuck, Storm, you can't do that. You would miss my tongue lapping up that perfect cunt of yours too much." I cross my arms over my chest and smirk at her.

"Well, at least you're good for one thing." She peers at me with a serious look on her face.

"Sex," I state, with a smug expression.

"No. Annoying the fuck out of me," She replies, and starts watching the show on the television.

Chapter35

Storm

After the pizza is gone and breadsticks are demolished I sink into Ace's bed. I wasn't planning on staying, I just want to end the silence and uncomfortable space that’s between us. He gets into bed and lays on his side so that we are facing each other. He’s so close I can smell garlic on his breath. We really should brush our teeth, but I’m tired. Sleep has been a distant friend of mine for a while now and the long bike trip has worn me out and the fact that my stomach is full makes me want to sleep like I’m a baby.

"Your breath smells like garlic and hot garbage," I say, as I turn over in bed.

He starts blowing his hot breath on me and laughing.

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