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Cole (The Ride #1)
Author: Megan O'Brien


He watched her from his place across the street, his nostrils flaring with anger. Somehow his girl had forgotten that she belonged to him. Clearly she just needed to be reminded, forcefully if necessary. Her place was by his side, and he’d see to it that she returned there before long. He continued to watch with his heart thudding in his chest as he studied her beautiful red hair that tumbled down her back, and the shy smile that lit up her face as she passed an older couple on the street. Even after all this time she was still the most beautiful girl, now woman that he’d ever seen. His eyes trailed down her curvaceous body with an insatiable feeling of possession. She was headed to work at the brewery on third. He’d been watching her for weeks and was familiar with her schedule. It wasn’t difficult. She pretty much just worked and hung out with that little raven-haired roommate of hers. There was no other man to get in his way, not that that would stop him. She’d been gone over eight years and he’d come to claim what was rightfully his. Her time was almost up--he was done waiting.



Chapter One

“Sorry sweetheart, like I said the part’s not gonna be here until Friday,” the bored looking mechanic told me yet again. He didn’t even bother looking up from his computer screen as I tried to keep my anger in check.

“First of all, don’t call me sweetheart,” I replied impatiently while straightening my shoulders.

That at least earned me some eye contact.

“And second of all, you’ve had my car for over four days now, two more days longer than we agreed,” I pointed out as a drill started up in the distance. “I know for a fact that over three supply shops within twenty miles carry the part you need, so why don’t you explain to me why it’s taking so goddamn long to fix my car?” I demanded, hearing a low chuckle behind me that I ignored. The mechanic’s brows shot up in surprise at my unexpected knowledge.

“What, girls can’t do research?” I asked tartly.

“I’ll make a call,” he mumbled after a moment.

“You do that,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest gesturing that I’d wait while he did it right then.

I might have taken it a little easier on the guy except for the fact that I took the bus to the shop expecting to leave with my car. The thought of another bus ride in the 90-degree weather was far from appealing. Plus, getting around without my wheels was a serious pain in the ass. I narrowed my eyes and tapped my toe as the mechanic stared at my chest instead of picking up the phone. Nope, on second thought, wouldn’t have taken it easier on him regardless of the heat. He mumbled something incoherent before finally picking the phone up to dial.

“Shit, sure as hell wouldn’t want to get on your bad side,” a voice muttered, while a low chuckle sounded again behind me.

I turned around to see who was so amused with my situation only to feel my heart stop and then restart inside my chest. He was tall, well over six feet with dirty blond, unruly hair and the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen. His lips were full and were currently quirked into an amused sexy-as-all-hell smile. His tight, black T-shirt clung to his muscular chest and slim waist in a way that made my mouth dry. He screamed confidence and testosterone right down to his motorcycle boots –something I was far too familiar with from my youth. Of course he had to be a biker, the one type of guy I’d sworn off for life and had done everything in my power to distance myself from. His blue eyes looked intensely down into mine in a way that felt much too intimate, and I steeled myself against the butterflies in my stomach.

“Yeah, well you try being without a car for the better part of a week and see how it affects your mood,” I replied coolly.

“Fair enough,” he grinned. “Though I’d go easy on poor Manny, I think you’re making him nervous,” he whispered while leaning toward me. I could almost feel the heat coming off of him and I chastised myself for having such a physical reaction to a complete stranger.

I rolled my eyes forcing myself not to return his smile. I was sure that smile got him whatever he wanted the majority of the time, and I was far too practiced with his type to let it phase me.

I heard Manny hang up the phone and I turned back to him expectantly.

“Okay, I can get the part before the end of the day and your car will be ready tomorrow,” he told me gruffly.

“It’s a miracle,” I grumbled sarcastically.

He huffed, clearly irritated, all while continuing to allow his eyes to wander below eye level.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I’ll be back tomorrow to pick it up,” I sighed, not at all excited about hoofing it back to the bus stop instead of being able to drive off in my car.

“Sorry for the hassle,” he threw in half-heartedly.

“Yeah, you seem real torn up,” I snorted, throwing my purse over my shoulder. I forced myself not to spare another glance at the gorgeous man behind me, and I strode out into the hot sun.

I could feel his eyes boring holes into my back. I had to admit that I was pleased as all hell that I’d worn my cute jean shorts that showed off my toned legs, cowboy boots, and a form fitting tank top that displayed just a hint of cleavage. I’d always been well endowed, but when I was younger my chest had made me self-conscious. As I’d gotten older, I’d become more confident about my body. I didn’t try to cover up, but I didn’t flaunt my assets either. I tossed my long, slightly wild hair over my shoulder and took a deep breath before facing the inevitable and crossing the street toward my stop.

“Wait up a second,” I heard the biker’s deep voice call behind me in a commanding tone. I turned to face him, surprised to see him following me.

“I’ll give you a ride,” he informed me, his blue eyes covered by a pair of wayfarers. He looked down at me as a small smile quirked at the edges of his beautiful mouth.

I looked at him in surprise before shaking my head. “Thanks, but no. I’ll catch the bus,” I declined.

He tilted his head to the side, seeming to study me for a moment. “It’s going to take you twice as long to take the bus and I can tell you’re not thrilled at the prospect.” He was grinning now, clearly enjoying himself.

“Who would be?” I replied. Despite the warnings in my head I couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at his teasing grin. “But I don’t know you, and I wouldn’t be comfortable getting in a car with you or having you know where I live,” I bluntly stated.

“What if it’s on a bike and you tell me to drop you a few blocks from home?” he bargained with a slow smile.

I inwardly groaned. Of course it was a bike. And, the truth was that my resolve was wavering. I was beginning to sweat just standing there and the thought of my journey home taking ten minutes as opposed to an hour sounded pretty enticing.

“It’s only a ride I swear,” he said earnestly, taking his sunglasses off so I could see his eyes. It was a gesture that I found to be surprisingly thoughtful. “And all these guys are witness to you leaving with me,” he grinned, pointing to the bustling mechanic shop.

“Yeah, because they’re all such upstanding citizens,” I muttered, making him laugh.

He got a sudden twinkle in his eye and pulled out his phone. He dialed and held it to his ear all while smiling down at me.

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