Page 6 of Ace's Ascension

“Just trying to figure out how you have cell service is all. This area is known for dropping signals.” Well, fuck me sideways. He called me out.

“I, uh, have Wi-Fi?” I stutter out.

“If you say so.” He shrugs his shoulders but doesn’t move from my door and I dare to cast my eyes in his direction.

He’s tall. Like really fucking tall and I have to crane my neck back to take all of him in. His leather vest fits snugly against his hard body. His arms are covered in intricate tattoos leading all the way up underneath the tight black t-shirt hugging his muscles. My eyes travel up from his lean chest covered in leather, to his face. He has a slightly dark stubble forming around his strong jaw and full lips that I want to run my tongue across. His nose is slightly crooked, probably from fighting. My brother has the same slight crook from when his mouth ran away with his brain and a thug knocked his ass out after breaking his nose. It was never the same again.

This man’s eyes. Holy shit, talk about setting panties on fire. His eyes are a light whiskey color and I cannot draw my own eyes away from them. My Memaw always said the soul of a man isn’t through his dick or his mind but through his eyes. They’ll tell you what you need to know before his mouth will. And these beautiful whiskey-colored eyes staring back at me are revealing shock and lust before he schools his features. His long lashes, which any girl would be jealous of and pay top dollar to have,flutter those transparent irises closed long enough to sever our connection. When his lashes flutter across his high cheekbones again and he opens them, there is no lust or shock. It’s confusion first replaced by anger radiating from their depths.

What the hell? I’ve never and I mean never, had this type of inner monologue before. I facepalm again and a grunt escapes this man’s sinful lips. I pull my hand away from my face and turn to look at him again. I can’t help it. Something is pulling me toward him and it scares the living shit out of me. The thing is, he shifted so the only thing I see is a bulge against the zipper of his black jeans. This bulge will make any woman whimper. Which I think I do but I bite my lip to keep the groan from escaping my throat.

“Well, when you’re done ogling me, I’ll be happy to introduce myself and see if I can fix your car for you, Sweet Cheeks.” He winks.

My face is on fire, embarrassed at being caught staring at this sex on a stick. But what does he expect? He can’t just walk up to some stranger's car and not expect them to act like a lust struck idiot. “Uh, sure. I’m Liz, it’s a pleasure to meet you?” I stick my hand out the window of the car and almost nut-check him but he steps back far enough with a smirk on his handsome face. “Oh, dear lord.” I groan.

“It’s OK, Sweet Cheeks. I’m pretty fast on my feet.” He winks at me with a glint in his eyes. “Name’s Ace. Let me pop your hood and check underneath.” Ace leans inside my car and my breath hitches in my throat. His hand disappears under the steering wheel column but his eyes stay locked on mine. He’s so close I can smell the mint on his breath. If I had courage, I could close the distance between us and feel his soft lips against mine but I don’t. Instead, I lick my dry lips and his eyes follow.

Suddenly his hand finds what he’s looking for and a pop makes me jump slightly. He breathes me in before pulling his bigbody out of my car. His long legs travel to the front of my car and I watch him opening my hood. I take a deep breath and relax my body. He doesn’t want me. I’m an idiot to think otherwise. Ace is just being nice and checking my car.

I carefully open my door and step out into the scorching sun. I walk around to the front of my car and see him leaning over the motor. His ass looks great from this angle.

“What do you think’s wrong with it?” I ask, stepping next to Ace and acting like I know what I’m doing even though I really have no clue. Ace pulls a long stick thingy out, wipes it on his dark jeans and puts it back in the hole before pulling it out again.

“Not sure but at a glance it seems your motor is seized. I can call the guys and have them tow it back to the shop down the road.”

“How will you do that if there’s no cell service?”

“We’re going to take a ride.” Ace puts the stick back into the hole and slams the hood shut.

“Take a ride?” What does that even mean?

“Sweet Cheeks, I’m not leaving you out here all alone in the middle of nowhere. You’re going to ride back to the shop with me and I’ll have a prospect bring your car to us.” Ace strolls to his bike sitting off the side of the road and he straddles it. I follow along like a lost puppy.

I’m so out of my depth here. My hands instinctively grasp the crystal charm around my neck my Memaw gave me before she passed. She told me it’ll bring me luck and keep evil away. Since I’ve been here, the exact opposite has happened. “I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before, Ace. I have no clue what to do.”

Ace hands me a helmet. “First you’re going to put this on. We don’t want your pretty face hurt.” I take the helmet from his outstretched hands and look at it like it’s going to bite me. “Come here.” His deep voice sends a shot of lust straight between my thighs.

I step cautiously toward Ace and he takes the helmet out of my hands. “You’ve never done this before?” I shake my head no. Ace smirks while putting the helmet on my head and adjusts the strap under my chin. His touch is light and soft. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me. Step on the peg with your left leg, swing your right leg to the other side and hold on tight. I want your tits pressed against my back. We’re only going a short distance.”

“Ok.” My voice is soft and quiet. I grab Ace’s shoulder, step with my left foot on the peg and swing my right leg over the bike, settling behind him. I surprise myself when I don’t fall off the other side of his bike. I’ve never been the most graceful. I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling his rock-solid abs under my hands. Ace grabs the outside of my thighs and pulls me closer.

“Hang on, Sweet Cheeks.” Ace fires up his bike and the loud motor makes me jump. I squeeze my eyes shut when we start to move and hang on even tighter if that’s possible. I swear I feel Ace either laughing or growling through his back.

We take off and between the deep rumble of the bike, the warmth of the sun on my back and the wind blowing at my face, I open my eyes, relax a little and enjoy the ride. Not too much longer, Ace is turning left, where I saw the bikes turn earlier, and follow the road until we reach a huge warehouse looking place. A big garage door is rolled open and I spot two other bikes sitting out front. The paint jobs are shining in the sunlight. Ace pulls next to the other bikes and turns his off. My ears are ringing and my body still feels like it’s vibrating. It’s a weird, but aroused feeling.

“You OK, Sweet Cheeks?” Ace asks over his shoulder. He puts his kickstand down and turns the handlebars slightly to balance the bike. He turns his head toward me, our faces are almost touching and raises an eyebrow.

“Yes. Uh, yeah, I’m good.” I release my grip from around his waist. I have no clue how to get off this thing now. “Ace?”

“Sweet Cheeks.”

“Why do you call me that and how do I get off?”

Ace releases a deep, burly laugh and his handsome face is making me squirm in my seat. “Well, I can think of a few ways you can get off.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I can feel my face turning as bright red as my hair.

“That’s not what I meant!” I squeal like a little girl, which in turn makes Ace laugh even harder.

A big burly man comes to the door of the garage, “Yo, Ace, everything alright, brother?”

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