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  Ride Me Baby

  Cynnara Tregarth

  Aspen Mountain Press

  Ride Me Baby

  Copyright © 2010 by Cynnara Tregarth

  This e-Book is a work of fiction. While references may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are from the author’s imagination and are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental.

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  Published by Aspen Mountain Press August 2010

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  ISBN: 978-1-60168-314-4

  Released in the United States of America

  Editor: Celina Summers

  Warning

  This e-book contains adult language and scenes. This story is meant only for adults as defined by the laws of the country where you made your purchase. Store your e-books carefully where they cannot be accessed by younger readers.

  Dedication

  To the man I love, someone who is my own personal Harley and who I share my dog, Shango, with- Sinjin.

  To my amazing sisters, Tracey and Jaime. I love you both and I’m grateful that we overcame our need to kill each other and have become friends.

  To Nik, Sharyn, Selena, Diana, Kell, Mina, Leslie, Maura and Celina- Thank you! You are all responsible for getting me back into writing and back into being myself again. Without you all, I’d be lost and wondering if I could ever write again. Much love to you all!

  Chapter One

  Baby looked around the showroom with a smile. Her business was happily going without her. Not many knew that Motorcycle Charlie was in fact Charlie “Baby” Simmons now. She didn’t advertise that her first class motorcycle shop was hers and not the first Charlie's. It used to be her father’s shop all those years ago. When he died, he left her this legacy.

  Her shoulder length chestnut hair was pulled back in a long ponytail for now. Her old Harley Davidson tee shirt had streaks of grime on it from working on the 1978 Flathead motorcycle for the past two hours. When she'd hired Sara and Kevin as part of the showroom floor, little did she know how popular these two would make her shop. Baby looked around and waved to Kevin.

  “Hey Kev, can you and Sara cover for three hours this afternoon? Gabe’s got the back. I’ve been asked to bid on a bike later this afternoon. Dr. Forrester asked me to find a special bike for the collection. The auction at Gaylor’s has the motorcycle,” Baby said with a hint of a Southern accent.

  Kevin’s eyes smiled with his huge grin. “Sure, Baby. I’d be glad to cover. Anything need to be logged in?”

  “Yeah, can you do me a big favor? The clothing shipment arrived yesterday. Can you and Sara go through it and check it with the invoice then put it out?”

  “Sure thing. Hey, how’s your new toy?” Kevin asked as Baby turned to go in back.

  Baby called over her shoulder. “It rides better than most men do. It’s my dream ride.”

  Kevin’s laughter mixed with Baby’s as she went out back to finish restoring the motorcycle.

  * * * *

  Harley “Lee” Carmichael looked at his watch. The auction would be starting soon. He could leave his office in ten minutes and still have time to change before it started. He tugged on his tie. Most of his friends and coworkers wouldn’t believe that laid back, slick Lee Carmichael, attorney-at-law was also a big time motorcycle buff.

  The auction featured a Road King Classic that he wanted. No that wasn’t right, he craved it. Being named after one of the foremost motorcycle companies in the world wasn’t something Harley could live up to easily. Like his mother said, it was one helluva a ride that conceived him.

  He scrubbed his face with his hands then grinned. He got up and went into the bathroom connected to his office. He changed quickly. He didn’t want to waste any more time. There was a bike he wanted and he could get it for a song if he got there in time. His green eyes sparkled as he walked past his secretary.

  “Excuse me, sir, who—Lee? Is that you?” Gloria asked incredulously.

  “Like my look?” Harley asked with a devilish grin. Gloria’s eyes raked him over from head to toe. He watched her take in his dark blue tee shirt, his faded jeans and his boots. He looked like a bad boy. If only she knew that he still was one underneath the lawyer veneer.

  Gloria grinned. “If I was only 20 years younger, I’d be after you. You look like a bad boy from hell, Lee.”

  “Thanks Gloria. I’ll see you on Monday. I’m off to see a man about a bike.”

  He strolled out the door of his downtown office. First stop, home. He planned to ride his bike to Gaylor’s Auction House.

  Watch out Solar Springs, Harley’s on the move.

  * * * *

  Baby’s eyes scanned the small crowd at Gaylor’s. Her light amber eyes set her apart from any of the other people, as did the fact she was only one of a few women there. When she saw the man she was looking for she took three steps towards him and then stopped. The man beside him had her heart palpitating with excitement.

  He was six feet plus of pure unadulterated male. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest. She knew men, even beautiful men, but none like this man. He was sex on wheels and it was obvious he knew it too. His short spiky black hair was ruffled, as if some woman had run her fingers through it while making mad passionate love to him.

  Baby knew without a doubt that man would fulfill any woman to a screaming orgasm.

  Oh Lord, she had to stop staring. She had to stop thinking of sex while she looked at that man. Not that any woman could help herself. Then she saw her quarry. The older man had spotted her. “Baby! Over here, darling. Come here. Come see the bike.”

  Baby threaded her way through the slight crowd. She approached the older man and threw herself into his arms. “Thomas, I’m so glad you made it here.” She placed a kiss on his cheek. “You’ve not been by in a while. You’re doing all right then, I take it?”

  The man next to Thomas smirked at her. She could see that he thought her nothing more than a bubbly airhead out for the richest man around. It wasn’t the first time she ever received that kind of a look, nor would it be the last. She fisted her hands as she stepped back from Thomas.

  “I’m fine, Baby. How are you doing? You’re here for the auction? Got your eye on something special?”

  “Sure do. Dr. Forrester had a special request for me to fulfill. I know what I’m going after. I’ll test it out before I bring it to his house.”

  The man looked her over from head to toe. She wasn’t short at five foot nine, but he had her by a good six inches. It was how his eyes made her feel naked even though she was wearing her black tank top and faded jeans and scuffed riding boots. A tingling formed in the pit of her stomach as his gaze came slowly back up to her eyes.

  His stare lingered on her every curve causing her to feel the heat of his gaze. Oh yeah, she knew the feeling of instant desire when she felt it. This man was too much. Too damn much for her piece of mind and she didn’t even know his name. She brushed back a lock of her now loose hair.

  * * * *

  "So, do you ride?" he asked. There was no way this female could ride a bike. Though she was taller than most women, she had a feminine and fragile look which wa
s probably why his uncle called her Baby.

  "Oh yeah, I ride. Give me a Harley and watch me ride it to pleasure," Baby said with a smile that was pure sin.

  "Let me introduce myself then. My name's Harley. Come ride me, Baby," he chuckled.

  If only he’d brought a camera to capture the instant look of shock on her face. The shock faded to something pleasurable. She smiled sensually at him. "Sit back, relax and let me take you to new heights. I’ve never met a Harley I couldn’t ride after I get the motor revving properly."

  His eyebrows lifted in interest. From the moment he'd spotted her, his body had shifted from normal to deep carnal desire. He didn’t dare adjust his hard-on with her taking in his features. He took a deep breath and smelled her scent—peaches and warm woman. He wanted to taste her to see if she was as luscious as her aroma.

  “Oh, Baby, you’ve got my motor revving just fine. I might be too hard for you to take a spin or two on since you’re a little thing.”

  She bit back a retort as the overhead announcement declared the bidding for the Road King Classic would begin momentarily. They made their way closer to the auction ring so Jeb, the auctioneer, could easily see them. The bidding started slowly, then quickened as people began to bid seriously.

  * * * *

  Baby noticed that Harley was right in the thick of the bidding. Damn it, this was Doc’s bike and she wasn’t going to let a gorgeous wannabe bad boy outbid her. She raised her bid. Harley’s dark eyebrow lifted. She smiled at him and blinked innocently.

  An idea popped into her brain and she instinctively moved to enact it. Baby took a step into Harley’s personal space to grab his attention. She watched as his cat green eyes focused only on her.

  Perfect.

  * * * *

  He could lose himself in those pale amber eyes. She looked so innocent as she sucked her forefinger while looking up at him. . He knew that look.

  Harley Carmichael knew when a woman was interested but unsure. He wasn’t born on the back of a bike.

  Conceived, maybe. Born on one, no.

  He glanced away briefly as another bid outdid his. Harley upped his bid to ten thousand dollars. Baby rubbed against him, her soft curves calling his attention to the sensations zooming through his hard-all-over body. She must want him as much as he hungered for her.

  Baby reached up and pulled his face to hers. Her lips were warm, full and tasted so sweet.

  That’s it Baby, I knew you’d not be able to resist for long.

  He parted his mouth to invite her tongue to mate with his.

  Their tongues twirled around each other as they shared their essences and their breaths. His arms snaked around her waist, bringing her closer to his arousal to show her how she affected him. A whimper escaped her. Harley deepened the kiss while her breasts pressed against his chest. The feel of her tight, puckered nipples against him caused his blood to thrum in his ears. Her hands played with his hair, causing him to groan with passion. His erection nestled at the mound of her femininity. She undulated her hips against his to mimic what they both needed desperately. Right now he wanted this woman naked under him while he claimed her in every way.

  Suddenly the sound of a gavel woke him to his surroundings. He slowly pulled back. She smiled at him and then purred, “It was my pleasure to test your engine. You’re definitely ready to ride at a moment’s notice.”

  “Only with you, Baby,” Harley replied huskily.

  He watched in surprise as she strolled away. Jeb announced that Charlie Simmons had the top bid.

  Who the hell is Charlie Simmons?

  Baby claimed the bike from Jeb. Damn it, she conned me out of the bike.

  If she thought she could saunter away with his bike and his body raging in unquenched lust for her, she had another think coming. Soon.

  Chapter Two

  Baby stood over the Road King and grinned. The bike was definitely Doc’s style. Going to Daytona this year for Bike Week with Doc would be a blast. She wasn’t sure if she was going to take her Ducati or her Night Train Softail. Either way, Baby was ready to ride this year.

  She locked up the gate to the bikes and made her way to where hers was parked. As she strolled to where her motorcycle was locked up, she noticed a man checking it out. She was used to men checking out her bike. It was the latest edition of Softails from Harley Davidson and it was sweet.

  As she approached closer she realized who it was.

  Damn that man.

  Somehow he'd found her. He had to be furious she duped him. Aw hell, she had to face him to get to her ride. She squared her shoulders and sauntered to Harley.

  “I see you like my bike. She’s a beauty. What brings you to my shop?” she asked with an innocent smile on her face.

  Harley glanced up and gave her a boyish grin. “Latest Softail I see. Why did you buy the old Road King if you already got this sweetheart? You got my motorcycle by foul means and I want her back.”

  “I’m sorry but she’s not for sale. I bid on her fair and square. It’s not my fault you allowed yourself to miss out on the final bids,” Baby said with a self-satisfied smirk.

  Harley stood up and stepped into Baby’s personal space. She tilted her head up to look into his eyes. He placed his forefinger on the center of her chest. “You stole my bike. You deliberately kissed me and made me lose out on the bidding.”

  Baby looked down at the finger that was poking in the upper area of her breasts. Part of her wondered what it’d feel like if he caressed her breasts instead of poking them. She had to get a grip. This wasn’t the first man she thought intensely attractive but she couldn’t let him hurt her like the last one had.

  “Look, Harley. It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep track of more than one thing. I guess that’s why a woman beat you. It’s because we all know that men when given the chance to have sex or to work prefer sex.”

  Harley sputtered. “That’s not true. Men prefer other things to sex. But when a sexpot like yourself comes along, you make a man think of long marathon sex and hot sweaty nights. Plus you kiss like you’d make love. Deep, satisfying and melting in my arms.”

  Baby took another step back and placed her hand on the center of Harley’s hard chest. “You don’t know that. For all you know I’m a veritable ice queen.” Her eyebrow lifted under her long bangs.

  Harley’s hands grabbed her and pulled her tightly against him. His long thick thigh was between her legs and the heat of him almost made her reel. One of his large hands cupped her chin. His mouth slanted over hers and claimed her thoroughly. His tongue slid deep within her mouth, touching and tasting her essence.

  His hand slid from her chin to her breast, molding against it, feeling the weight and realizing that she wore nothing, nothing under that tank top of hers. Her nipple pebbled against his palm, begging for attention. His fingers slid under her top and reached the nipple. He pulled and tugged, making it tighten more.

  Baby arched against him telling him she wanted. His hand played with her breast while his thigh rubbed against the juncture between her legs. A moan escaped her lips as desire rocketed between them.

  Harley pulled back and dropped his hands to his sides. The grin on his face was pure male satisfaction. “Well, Baby. I don’t think you’re that much of an ice queen. But it was a nice try. Really. Now about my bike—“

  Baby caught her breath and shook her head in disbelief. She walked around him and sat on her motorcycle. She slammed the key in the ignition and turned it on. She backed her bike up and faced it towards the exit, and then she placed her helmet on her head. She lifted up the faceplate and said, “You know, it’s not your bike. It’s Doc’s. Have a good ride, Harley. Or not, depending on what you’re looking for.”

  As she rode off, she scored one for her in the air.

  * * * *

  Pulling into the driveway, she noticed another bike there ahead of hers. Who’d be here at my home?

  She parked her motorcycle and tossed the special tarp over it. There wa
s no way the elements were going to have at her new bike. She looked intently at the Screaming Eagle. It was a larger bike than she normally rode, but it was one she did sell at her shop. Whoever owned it took good care of her. .

  “You’re a pretty baby,” Baby cooed to the bike as her hand went along the seat. She took in the detailing that marked the fine craftsmanship of Harley Davidson. She bent down to look at the engine, because the engines were the love of her life as well as the life’s blood of her restorations.

  “No, you’re the pretty Baby. Eagle is a beauty. Nice home you’ve got here, Baby,” Harley said as he stepped up behind her.

  Baby spun on her heels and ended up flat on her ass in front of Harley. He chuckled as he held out his hand to help her up. “What the hell are doing here? How dare you follow me home!”

  “I didn’t follow you home. Uncle Thomas used to play cards with your dad. He gave me your home address. Thought I might be able to talk some sense into you about my motorcycle you stole.”

  “Stole? Excuse you? I don’t think so. I had the highest bid for the bike and you did not. I am the one who also has all the papers regarding ownership of the bike. It’s Doc Forrester’s bike, not yours. Got it, Harley?”

  Baby stood up and dusted off her bottom. She then stepped into Harley’s space and poked him in the chest. “Furthermore, you’re not touching my Doc’s bike ever. You got it? Give it up. Go find another bike to play on. It’s not like your Screaming Eagle here isn’t a great motorcycle, it is. So what’s your problem?”

  “Who’s this Doc Forrester you’re rambling on about? He’s your sugar daddy? I know Uncle Thomas said that someone had to help you with keeping the shop open after Motorcycle Charlie’s death. So what do you do to even out those payments to Doc?” Harley asked, his voice low and furious.