They drove for a while before Ice stopped at a small diner with a gas station out front. He gassed his motorcycle then they went inside to sit at one of the booths and place their order.
“Well, how did you like it?”
Grace gave him her first real smile. “I loved it.”
Ice studied her flushed cheeks and excited eyes. This was how he had imagined her when he had been in prison. This was the woman he had known was hidden underneath the layers of restraint. She had him forcing back the desire ringing inside him. The wildness he sensed inside her called to his soul; however, if any of his brothers had spouted off such bullshit to him, he would have called them a pussy and beaten some sense into them.
“I found this place when I drove in from Queen City.”
“How long did it take you to drive here?”
“About three hours, but it should have taken four.”
Grace laughed then turned serious. “That’s a long drive.”
Ice shrugged. “I enjoy the ride. It gives me time to think. The clubhouse can get loud sometimes with the brothers there.”
“Do you all live there?”
“Some do, some don’t. I do. I haven’t found the place I want to call home yet.”#p#分页标题#e#
Grace swallowed, looking down at the scratched up table. “Ice, this isn’t—”
He got up from the table, going to the counter to pick up their burgers. The aroma from the hamburgers and fries had her mouthwatering.
They each ate quietly and as they finished, the owner of the diner came to their booth, introducing himself, and sitting down next to Ice, recounting his own days of riding.
“My wife made me give it up when our oldest boy was born, but I still miss it.” He looked longingly out the window at the motorcycle parked in front.
“Kids grown?” Ice asked.
“Yeah. Divorced the wife a year ago, too.”
“Then nothing’s stopping you, is there?”
The man gave him a shit-eating grin. “I guess not.”
Ice nodded before reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet, opening it and taking out a card.
“He’s a friend of mine. Tell him I told you to call. He’ll hook you up with one for a decent price.”
“Thanks.” Herby got up from the booth. “Next time you stop by, the food is on the house.”
“Thanks.”
Ice stood and Grace slid out of the booth, both going back to his bike where he climbed on.
“That man hasn’t ridden in years. What if he gets hurt?”
Her concern brought a wry smile to his lips. “Baby, if you take a biker’s ride away from him, he’s dead anyway.”
Grace got on behind him, and he drove her back to town. He wanted to keep going instead of having to pull into the parking lot where her car was parked. Stopping next to it, he felt her climb off the bike, already missing the warmth of her at his back.
“I have to go,” Ice told her.
“Oh. Okay.” He didn’t miss the disappointment she tried to hide. “I guess I’ll see you around.” She started to turn away, but he grabbed her hand and tugged her toward him.
“How about I drive down next Friday and we go for another ride?”
“I... I don’t think that would be a good idea, Ice.”
“Then how about if I show up here next Friday at say… five o’clock. If you’re here, we’ll go for another ride. If not, I’ll go back home.”
She waited a moment before nodding, and then turned quickly to get inside her car and start her motor.
Ice sat, watching her drive off with his hands gripping his handlebars. He could take his time with her. Trying to rush her would only scare her away. No, the trick to getting that woman in his bed was to go slow and easy, which was all-good to him because that was exactly how he planned to fuck her.
* * *
Ice closed the door behind him after he entered the expensively furnished office.
Desmond sat behind his sleek, modern desk where he was signing papers as his secretary sat in a chair across from him. The woman was exactly the type of woman Desmond never fucked. She was young, and while not exactly unattractive, she wasn’t going to make a man’s dick stand up and take notice, either. Her dull, brown hair and pale skin gave her a boring appearance.
Desmond leaned back in his chair. “I’ll finish these later, Dalis.”
The secretary rose sleekly to her feet before quietly leaving the room.
“We need to talk.”
“You should have called first.”
“Don’t worry; I came up the back elevator. No one saw me,” Ice stated, taking the chair the mousey secretary had just vacated.
“Dalis saw you.”