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  She knew why he was angry. There was something about a woman being someone else’s that always got a man heated up when he wanted to be the only one. His body shook and she wondered if it was rage at her for her taunting him like she was or if he was controlling himself for when he actually met Doc. Her fist came out of nowhere as it connected to his jaw. Then he sank to the ground.

  Baby stood over the crumpled form of Harley. She took in his long muscular legs encased in faded denim and his broad chest surrounded the blue tee shirt as well as his masculine face. Oh yeah, he wasn’t going to be happy when he woke up. Knocked out by a girl. This could be something she could hold over him for years if she wanted to.

  Baby couldn’t just let him lay there. Damn her impetuous nature and damn him for angering her. Damn him for talking bad about Doc Forrester. If he knew Doc, he’d know how ridiculous the notion of Doc being her sugar daddy was. Then again, perhaps that’s how she could get him to not kiss her. Tell him that indeed, Doc was her sugar daddy.

  Harley stirred. His moan caused her belly to clench. She quickly moved to open the door. Damn this man for coming on her property. This was her sanctuary and he'd entered her private domain. She went back to Harley. As he sat up, she placed her arms around his chest. “Come on, lean on me. Let’s get you inside and give you some ice for your glass jaw.”

  * * * *

  His last thought was “Where the hell did that come from?”

  Harley’s eyes fluttered open. He tried to focus on the woman beside him. As he attempted to stand up he found it hard to get his balance. He leaned on Baby. Harley was amazed at her strength. She seemed able to handle him even though he was so unbalanced. It must be from her work with motorcycles. His jaw throbbed with pain. She'd nailed him good.

  Once they entered Baby’s home, Harley gazed around the room, taking in the décor. Except for the framed pictures of motorcycles and motocross racing, it was sparse. Uncle Thomas had told him that Baby used to do motocross when she was younger. He didn’t see any really feminine touches in the living room. Baby pushed him down on the couch before she went to get an ice pack.

  When Baby came back in with ice pack in hand, Harley looked at her. Really looked at her and what she did for him. The more he saw of her and her actions, the more he wanted her. All of her. He’d have her or figure out some other way to get her in his bed. He didn’t understand this need, but by God he’d whatever the compulsion, he was determined to put her naked beneath him until they both were exhausted from pleasure.

  Baby sat down next to him on the couch. She placed the ice pack gingerly on his jaw. “How’s that? I’m sorry I hit you like that. You just got my temper up. You must not know Doc Forrester well huh?”

  Harley turned towards Baby. Her voice was low and husky. Her fingers caressed his chin as she held the ice pack in place. He wanted to drag her into his arms and show her the right way to play doctor. “No, I don’t know Doc Forrester. Who is he?”

  “Doc was part of the regional motocross circuit when I raced. When I retired when Charlie got sick, I came home and Doc followed. Doc’s been part of my life for so long, I don’t think I could ever let Doc leave.”

  Harley could hear the affection Baby had for Doc, but he wasn’t going to let it stop him from getting what he wanted- her in the worst way- and the bike that should have been his.

  This woman was a bundle of contradictions. She looked like a sex toy, fixed and restored motorcycles, raced bikes, and could punch a man without thinking. She was smart as well as beautiful. What more could a man want in his bed or his life?

  Whoa! Where did that thought come from?

  His mother’s last visit must have scrambled his brain more than he wanted to admit.

  Yeah, that’s what happened; mom’s influence.

  “So Doc has been in your life since you were a teen huh? What kind of man would stake a claim on an innocent much less an underage one?”

  “Doc waited. Doc never did anything until I was of age to make my own decisions. Doc doesn’t interfere with my life now either. Just make some requests that I try to fill once in a while. I’m my own person and have my own life. What about you, Harley? What woman runs your life for you?” Baby asked softly, her hands still ministering to his chin.

  “No woman calls the shots in my life,” Harley said as his cell phone vibrated against him. He flipped it open. "Hello? Mom, what are you calling for? No, I’m not home. Where am I? I’m at Baby’s house.”

  Harley listened for a moment. Sheepishly, he handed the phone to Baby. “Mom would like to have a word with you. Something about your name not being appropriate for a woman in today’s world.”

  Baby looked at the phone then placed it on speakerphone so they both could hear his mother. “Hello?”

  “Darling, what is your real name? There is no way I’m going to call the mother of my grandchildren Baby,” the voice on the other end said with a British accent.

  “Mother of your what? Oh no, Harley and I do not know each other that well nor are we likely to. My real name is Charlie Heather Simmons. My dad was also called Charlie so I was known as Charlie’s baby or just Baby after a while. It’s a nickname,” Baby responded.

  “Charlie, darling, Harley must bring you to our family luncheon next Sunday then. I’d like to meet the woman who’s managed to make him sound funny,” his mother continued.

  “Ma’am, I’m not sure…” Baby started.

  “Please, call me Mom. I take it that you’re in the middle of seducing my son, that’s why he sounds so funny then?” she asked, her British accent a bit softer and warmer.

  “No Mom. I decked him. He made me mad so I knocked him out by hitting his jaw. Harley accused me of having a sugar daddy.” Baby tried to pull away from Harley’s hands and wandering mouth.

  “Oh wonderful, that’s my boy for you, always trying to be one up on everyone. Did he land like his father did when I punched him out? One big heap on the floor? You know that Harley Rex, name for the Road King Classic he was conceived on, is used to being pushed around by his sister and myself. So did he apologize for assuming yet?”

  “No he hasn’t.” Baby smirked. Harley looked up from kissing her throat and shot her a narrowed glare.

  Baby looked at the phone before handing it back to him. “Mom would like to speak to you, Harley Rex Carmichael.”

  Harley clicked the phone off speaker and brought it to his ear. “Mom?”

  “You bring Charlie to lunch on Sunday. Do you understand me? I want to meet the mother of my grandchildren. Don’t give me this cock and bull that you two aren’t dating. I can tell you’re on the prowl. I’ve raised you and Deuce well enough to know when you’re both looking for someone special.”

  Baby sat back and cross her arms under her breasts. As he watched the rise and fall of them, he responded. “Mom, I don’t know if Baby has plans. She’s involved with someone.”

  “Oh please, Harley. It’s not like you to just give up. I expect her to be with you on Sunday. If not, I’ll be setting you up to meet some of the nice girls your father and I met on our last trip,” his mother said.

  “Not that, Mom. I’ll ask her. She is involved with someone though.”

  “She is not. She said she hit you for assuming it. You’ve no clue and you’re too male to ask. Now ask her, stop assuming like the ass you and your brother like to pretend you are. I’ll speak to you tonight. Good night, my son,” she said and hung up on him.

  Harley closed the phone and put it in his pocket again. His own mother was telling him what to do again. As if he needed help to deal with Baby. Then again, he hadn’t done so well on his own, had he? God love his mother for her interference, maybe it would help him with this stubborn woman.

  * * * *

  Baby watched as he finished his conversation with his mother. He took her hand, caressing it softly.

  “Baby, do you have a sugar daddy?”

  “No, why would I need one? Doc is only a friend, nothing more or less
,” Baby said quietly.

  “Then there’s no reason for me not to do this,” Harley growled as he pulled her on his lap.

  He raised her chin and placed a light fluttering kiss along her jaw. He whispered, “I want you. For some reason I feel drawn to you. You make me burn inside with a hot desire and I don’t care if you hurt me in the process of touching you like this.”

  Baby’s head lolled back a bit as she allowed him to touch her. His hand traced from her jaw down her pale throat to the crease between her breasts. His breath caught as he felt her soft velvety skin. Her breath was short and coming out in pants.

  “I want you Baby. Where can we go and finish this?” Harley asked.

  Baby’s eyes focused back onto Harley’s green eyes. She struggled to sit up. “Finish what?”

  “You and me naked, making mad passionate love. After we can discuss how you’re going to get me a Road King Classic like that one you stole from me.”

  Baby stood up. “Out! Get out of my house. I’m not going to do any of those things with you. Damn you Harley! I thought maybe, just maybe—never mind. Get out.”

  Harley looked at Baby’s pale face. Something he said triggered this in her. He’d gone too far. “I’ll go for now, but I’m coming back. You better be ready for it. Because next time, I’m not stopping until one of us comes.”

  With that, Harley left Baby standing in her living room in shock. Part of her couldn’t believe he said that but the other part of her wanted him to come back and make it true. Oh Lord, she was worse than that time with Todd. Maybe burning some of her favorite candles would help calm her down.

  Baby watched Harley leave her driveway. As he left, Baby prayed he wouldn’t come back but part of her knew it’d be a wasted prayer. She only hoped that Harley could want her for her, not for her skills like Todd did. She couldn’t bear the thought of being used again not because she was a woman, but as a skilled restorer.

  Chapter Three

  Saturday morning came with a slow lazy ease in the air. Harley had been up for an hour already and was plotting his next move. There was something in what he'd said that had spooked Baby. Before that, she’d been putty in his hands. He knew it must have dealt with the bike. She got the bike fair and square. It just rankled that he'd succumbed like that. However, after a lot of thinking on what they had in common, he thought he might have something that might give them a chance to get to know each other better without the auction coming between them.

  Odds were that he’d end up bringing Baby home to meet the family too. He wasn’t sure why since tomorrow was Sunday, but somewhere, somehow, Baby was going with him to meet his parents and his brother. Harley sat up in his recliner and smiled. Deuce would take one look at Baby and fall under her spell. However, his brother wouldn’t be touching his Baby.

  No way, no how.

  Harley decided to shower, dress and then go see her. Today would be the start of his campaign to conquer Baby to his side. There was an innate sensual and feminine quality about Baby that pulled him to her. With time, he’d get under her skin.

  Thirty minutes later, Harley was on his way to Baby’s shop. It was well known throughout the small town that she worked Saturdays. Usually only part of the day but still, he wanted to see her in her native element. Perhaps he’d get a glimpse of the mysterious Doc Forrester. He pulled into the shop’s parking lot and maneuvered his way to park his bike next to hers.

  He pulled off his helmet and strapped it on his bike. The shop employees were protective of Baby so much that they’d run interference, but he only wanted to deal with Baby. He stepped into the shop and smiled. Taking in the atmosphere with the old and new bikes along the walls and the floor, he why she felt so at home here.

  On his left were clothes that bikers and others would love to wear, including the biker boots he currently had on. On the right were any and all accessories someone might need in order to ride a motorcycle. Before him was a parade of motorcycles. He drooled at the different bikes available for purchasing, including one he hadn’t seen before.

  How the hell had she gotten a hold of a Ducati custom racer like that?

  Harley stepped away from the silver and black bike, trying to clear his head of him sitting on it going down Florida’s highways. He was here about Baby, not the bikes he could buy. He needed to remember that right now. Baby. It was all about Baby today. Another day, he’d come back about that Ducati.

  A tall, muscularly built guy with red hair came up to him. “Can I help you with anything, sir? Did you want to try out the bike?”

  Harley shook his head with a faint smile playing on his lips. “Not right now. I’d like to speak to Baby, please.”

  “She’s busy on a bike. What can I do for you?” the guy asked patiently.

  Harley looked around. She must be in the back area working on the bikes that came in. “I’m here about having her restore a bike for me. My name is Harley Carmichael.”

  The red-headed man nodded as he shook Harley’s hand. “I’m Kevin, one of her co-workers. Let me see if she’s got a minute or two. She was here at the crack of dawn. Since it’s only nine in the morning, you know she’s been here a long time.”

  He watched as Kevin went through the back doorway on the left. Harley’s gaze took in the shop and how well Baby was doing. She’d modernized a few things in order to attract not only bikers, but also people who might discover the joys of riding inadvertently like his parents did. He wandered among some of the items he was interested in.

  Harley turned just as Baby took a step forward towards him. His gaze traveled from her faded jeans with grime and rips to her faded Harley Davidson shirt covered with smears of dirt and oil. She was still fabulous looking to him. The results of her hard work made his body tense in desire. His cock throbbed as it began to swell with need. This woman made him think of hot sweaty sex on the back of any motorcycle in the shop if not all of them. He planned on making sure that happened. “You’re in the middle of a repair, aren’t you?” he asked, wondering if he’d always pick the wrong time to talk to this unique woman.

  * * * *

  She took in his long muscular legs encased in those faded jeans. Then she followed the muscles of his back as they pulled and adjusted under the pale gray tee shirt. Though the ancient Greeks would have loved to make Harley as one of their gods, he was definitely a man made for a motorcycle.

  Baby’s gaze strayed back to the jeans cupping his ass and her mouth dried at the thought of clasping her hands on him there while he rammed himself in her over and over again. Damnit, she had to stop these lewd thoughts. Why this man would make her think of marathon sex when she had been involved with other gorgeous men, she had no clue. But she had to control herself before she said or did something she’d regret.

  Baby wiped her slightly dirty hand on her jeans. “Yeah I’m in the middle of putting an engine together. Kevin said you wanted to ask me something about a bike? This isn’t about the Road King again, is it?”

  “No, it’s not.” He looked around the store. “Is there a place we can talk privately about it?”

  Baby glanced around the store and noticed people trying to casually listen in as they shopped. She motioned for him to follow her to the back of the shop to the garage. When he followed her as she asked, Baby dug out some change and put it in the soda machine. Out popped one then two cans of ice cold soda. She handed Harley one of them while she popped open the other. She motioned him to one of the chairs in the garage where she and her other part time mechanic would sit and discuss the motorcycles that came in for repair work.

  Harley sat on the chair, his legs sprawling out before him. He watched as she took a long swallow of soda and she wondered what he thought of her like this, in her favorite setting. “Baby, I’ve got a favor to ask. I’m due for vacation. I want to find a Road King Classic, but not one of the newer ones out there. I’ve a personal reason why, though having spoken to my mother, you probably can guess why. Will you help me? Everyone says you’ve
got connections to people that I can only dream of.”

  Baby looked over her can of soda into Harley’s smiling eyes. He was serious. Then again, most people who came to her were serious about their bikes and were willing to pay for the privilege. “I know people yes. Is that why you were so intent on Doc’s bike?”

  Harley nodded as his hair fell a bit into his eyes. He looked sheepish. “Yeah. See that Road King is the same year as the one I’m looking for. It fits the timeframe of when I was conceived.”

  Baby nodded, remembering in detail how his mother related that information, trying to keep her blushing to a minimum. “Okay, I can even see why you wanted that particular model at the auction. What you’re asking me for is that you want me to find the same year Road King in great condition for you? It might be expensive. I might be able to acquire one that needs to be refurbished cheaper. Which way do you wish to go? Or would you like me to crunch more numbers for you before you make a decision?”

  He glanced at her then away, sipping on the soda before responding.“Well, why don’t you come with me to see my parents tomorrow? We can talk on the drive there and back so you can explain the differences in the ways to go. I know Mom already invited you to come over. Plus, I’ll be honest; I want to get to know you better, Baby. Something about you calls to me and I want to explore this instant attraction we want.”

  “You want what?” she gasped.

  How the hell did we go from talking bikes to talking about us? Does he know how he makes me feel? Does he really feel this thing or is he just saying it to get a better deal?

  Harley took the soda from her hands and placed it on the table beside his. His warm hands took hers and pulled her close. Looking into her eyes, he spoke softly but clearly. “I want you, Baby. I want you naked on one of those motorcycles with my cock buried deep inside you. Then I want you naked and tied to my bed so I can make you as hot and bothered as you’ve made me the past day or so. I’ve never had a craving for a woman as much as I do you. Your body heat tells me that you feel the same way. Don’t deny it, Baby. I want us to see what this will bring.”