Page 5 of Throttle

I stop and admire her from a distance before striding up to the counter. As I gaze at her back, I can't help but appreciate her shapely figure, flawless olive skin, and flowing chocolate locks. My mouth twitches at the subtle, yet sexy, rose tattoo on her delicate neck. It seems she has a minor rebellion in her. With every twist and turn, her curves are on full display, and I find myself unable to look away from this pretty little thing.

My cock stirs as she blows out an overwhelming breath, taking a strand of her hair with it. And the way she bites her bottom lip…

Damn.

I take a seat on the stool in front of her, with her back still to me. As she turns around, her candy scent reaches me and it's one of the most delightful aromas I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

She gasps and freezes, while all I do is smirk.

The glass she's gripping slips from her hand and shatters onto the floor. “Crap,” her soft voice quivers and she bends over, sending her tits spilling out of that cute little tank top she’s wearing. Despite their small size, they’re perfect on her. “I’m so sorry, hi. What can I get you? And please order nothing fancy, I’m still trying to memorize the drink menu. Would you like a beer? I can’t tell you what kind we have at the moment, but if you’re not picky, it’ll make my life so much easier right now.” She takes a breath and catches a good look at my club’s cut I’m wearing. “Oh, this is your club too, isn’t it? Oh God, I just humiliated myself. I’m sorry. Whatever you like, I can get you. Unless it’s that special drink, then no, I can’t. Oh my God, please don’t fire me.” She takes another deep breath and then leans on the counter for stability.

Holy shit, this girl is adorable. Scared as hell, but adorable.

“First, I’m not going to fire you.” I rest a hand on hers and a spark zaps through me. “Second, it’s not my club. I’m just a prospect, and you are way too pretty to be stressed.” I wink, giving her a reassuring smile and her cheeks warm with a rose color tint on them. “And three, I’ll take a beer. And no, I’m not picky.” I do only drink a certain beer, but I’ll bite the bullet for her.

She finally exhales the breath she had been holding. Damn near passing out. “Oh, thank you.” She grabs a bottle from the cooler and pops it open, setting it down. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous.”

I contain a laugh. “Don’t be, you’re doing great.” I smile and when she returns the gesture, my stomach sinks.

Fucking Christ, she is beautiful.

To speak, I have to clear my throat. Since when have I been at a loss for words? “I go by the name Throttle.”

She blinks. “I’m Hazel. Before you mention it, yes, my eyes are hazel green, and yes, my parents named me after them. They were hoping my eyes would eventually turn green. They loved the color green so much—they painted our entire house in the color. Now that I've said it out loud, it’s strange, and I realize I shouldn't share that story with others.” Her adorableness just hit a record high for me, and I can’t help not staring at her.

Fuck, I can watch her all day.

“It’s not weird. Well, maybe a little.” I take a sip of my most hated beer and pretend to enjoy it. “It’s perfect, but you look more like a tequila. Tequila Rose.” I grin and she blushes again, sending it straight down to my cock.

Her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. Did you just give me a pet name?”

Exactly.

“Don’t take offense. Everyone gets some sort of nickname here. We have our road names and the girls have theirs. That's just how it is.” Not her. I will never group her in with a hang-around.

“Gotcha.” When she bites her bottom lip again, I swallow the lump deep in my throat.

Jesus.

“Don’t worry, my little rose. I’ll teach you everything there is to be taught about a biker club.”

“Sounds intimidating.”

Like any other desirable woman I see, I would have tried to get her in my bed, but she’s different. I can feel it. Sense it. She’s not like these other women—these snatches or hang-arounds. She has morals. And I’ll be smart to leave well enough alone. I’ll be doing her a favor by staying away. I won’t sink my dirty claws into her, even though she’s tempting as fuck. She's too adorable and innocent, which isn't my type.

It’s disappointing, but for the best. I would destroy her. And I have a desire to protect this girl. Keep her locked away from the outside evil. Which includes me.

“Listen, I gotta pick up my dirt bike from the shop, but tomorrow I’ll teach you some things you’ll need to know around here.” I slap a twenty-dollar bill down on the counter.

“You ride a dirt bike?” Her eyes light up, causing me to grin like a puppy.

“Yup, race all the time. Bought her last year, but I like to make sure she gets a checkup once in a while. You like dirt bikes?” My curiosity takes over. I’ve never met another woman who’s interested in my deepest loved hobby and passion.

“Um, well, sort of. Watching my brother race was something I always enjoyed. It was invigorating.”

She likes motocross. Damn, if I wanted any type of relationship, she’d be my girl. Handed to me on a silver platter.

“I’ll tell you what. You can come watch me sometime. Having a fan there would be cool.”