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From the outside looking in Ash looked like your typical biker. He had a hard look about him, tattoo's were his artwork, telling the story of his life yet most thought it made him look fierce and destructive. He walked with a strut of confidence and had an air of indifference around him like the world was invisible to him or he just really didn't care. Truth be told and to those that knew him he was anything but indifferent. His mind was a constant whirlwind of thoughts, dreams, asperations and goals. He was a man that was persistant enough he always achieved what he set out to do or attain the things he valued most. So far he was blessed. He had his motorcycle shop, his home was paid for, he had various rides and the simplicities of life all set just he wanted.
He had everything he wanted except one thing. Syxx. His red headed vixen, a flirtatious, hard headed beauty that could make him laugh one minute and weak knee'd in the next. She smelled like sunlight and sex, so sultry that when she drifted by you would forget every coherant thought in your head because you were suddenly wrapped in her web of lust. The most beautiful thing about her was she didn't even know it. Ash knew many women that were sexy and knew it, flaunted it and used it to gain their desires by whatever means their sexy little bodies could bring it to them trying to make their way through life as easy as possible by letting men take care of them. Syxx was different. It drove him crazy sometimes that she was so completely oblivious that he was absolutely mad for her. But she was a hard worker. Independant, strong and wouldn't except help unless the situation was dire.
It was dire today. His sweet girl called, broke down on the side of the road and in tears on her way to work. It was hot outside but he felt the need to ride so he cranked up the harley and headed towards the sand dunes down by the beach. As he drove he let himself go and allowed his mind to wander with thoughts of her. It seemed like he had waited forever for her to let her gaurd down and let him in. But he had been a patient man, waiting, coaxing, guiding and leading her towards him just by being there for her. In big ways and small ways. From doing simple things with her to rescuing his damsel in distress he continued to prove to her how much he cared. Prove to her he was her rock and he had her best interest at heart. He watched her date one idiot after another and always held his arms open and soothed her broken heart never saying "I told you so" even if he thought it. He wasn't there to break her down. His job was to lift her up and make her feel safe and loved, even when she made bad decision's.
Pulling off the main road he manuvered his way to the sand where a few other vehicles were parked, one of which was Syxx's car. He had tried over and over to get her to trade it in but she stubbornly didn't want to take on a car payment since she had already been struggling. This time he was going to make sure she got another car. Popping the hood and looking under it he could see the radiator was cracked and he shook his head and got out his cell to call a wrecker to come get it and take it too his shop. He turned around and walked toward where they were doing the shoot and snapped his phone shut without saying bye to the wrecker service. "Sweet Jesus..." he groaned, feeling desire snap through him as he spotted her lying in the sand, her creamy tanned skin glistening as the water splashed her leaving beads of water over her curves. Her hair looked like fire in the sunlight and her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she played to the camera. Ash's eyes traveled down her back and zero'd in on her pert bottom, pushed up in the air as she cat crawled toward the camera man looking at him as if he were her prey and she was starving.
A sudden intense need to bash the guy almost overwhelmed him. God what he wouldn't do to have his fiery vixen crawling to him like that with nothing on but a collar around her neck and black stiletto heels. Although the gold mesh bikini she had on now was making his mouth water too. He had a feeling she could make a paper sack look sexy too. Shrugging he steeled over his features so she wouldn't see the apparent lust and just smiled at her when she caught him with her eyes, lifting her hand up in a wave just as the guy snapped a picture. "Hey I get that shot Jace. She waved at me as you shot it so I think I get rights to that one!" Smiling as she popped up and sprinted the short distance to him taking his face in her sandy hands and smacking him with a kiss and rendering him speechless a moment he popped her ass and growled at her "Keep that up and you'll get yourself naked and over my knee little girl."
From the outside looking in Ash looked like your typical biker. He had a hard look about him, tattoo's were his artwork, telling the story of his life yet most thought it made him look fierce and destructive. He walked with a strut of confidence and had an air of indifference around him like the world was invisible to him or he just really didn't care. Truth be told and to those that knew him he was anything but indifferent. His mind was a constant whirlwind of thoughts, dreams, asperations and goals. He was a man that was persistant enough he always achieved what he set out to do or attain the things he valued most. So far he was blessed. He had his motorcycle shop, his home was paid for, he had various rides and the simplicities of life all set just he wanted.
He had everything he wanted except one thing. Syxx. His red headed vixen, a flirtatious, hard headed beauty that could make him laugh one minute and weak knee'd in the next. She smelled like sunlight and sex, so sultry that when she drifted by you would forget every coherant thought in your head because you were suddenly wrapped in her web of lust. The most beautiful thing about her was she didn't even know it. Ash knew many women that were sexy and knew it, flaunted it and used it to gain their desires by whatever means their sexy little bodies could bring it to them trying to make their way through life as easy as possible by letting men take care of them. Syxx was different. It drove him crazy sometimes that she was so completely oblivious that he was absolutely mad for her. But she was a hard worker. Independant, strong and wouldn't except help unless the situation was dire.
It was dire today. His sweet girl called, broke down on the side of the road and in tears on her way to work. It was hot outside but he felt the need to ride so he cranked up the harley and headed towards the sand dunes down by the beach. As he drove he let himself go and allowed his mind to wander with thoughts of her. It seemed like he had waited forever for her to let her gaurd down and let him in. But he had been a patient man, waiting, coaxing, guiding and leading her towards him just by being there for her. In big ways and small ways. From doing simple things with her to rescuing his damsel in distress he continued to prove to her how much he cared. Prove to her he was her rock and he had her best interest at heart. He watched her date one idiot after another and always held his arms open and soothed her broken heart never saying "I told you so" even if he thought it. He wasn't there to break her down. His job was to lift her up and make her feel safe and loved, even when she made bad decision's.
Pulling off the main road he manuvered his way to the sand where a few other vehicles were parked, one of which was Syxx's car. He had tried over and over to get her to trade it in but she stubbornly didn't want to take on a car payment since she had already been struggling. This time he was going to make sure she got another car. Popping the hood and looking under it he could see the radiator was cracked and he shook his head and got out his cell to call a wrecker to come get it and take it too his shop. He turned around and walked toward where they were doing the shoot and snapped his phone shut without saying bye to the wrecker service. "Sweet Jesus..." he groaned, feeling desire snap through him as he spotted her lying in the sand, her creamy tanned skin glistening as the water splashed her leaving beads of water over her curves. Her hair looked like fire in the sunlight and her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she played to the camera. Ash's eyes traveled down her back and zero'd in on her pert bottom, pushed up in the air as she cat crawled toward the camera man looking at him as if he were her prey and she was starving.
A sudden intense need to bash the guy almost overwhelmed him. God what he wouldn't do to have his fiery vixen crawling to him like that with nothing on but a collar around her neck and black stiletto heels. Although the gold mesh bikini she had on now was making his mouth water too. He had a feeling she could make a paper sack look sexy too. Shrugging he steeled over his features so she wouldn't see the apparent lust and just smiled at her when she caught him with her eyes, lifting her hand up in a wave just as the guy snapped a picture. "Hey I get that shot Jace. She waved at me as you shot it so I think I get rights to that one!" Smiling as she popped up and sprinted the short distance to him taking his face in her sandy hands and smacking him with a kiss and rendering him speechless a moment he popped her ass and growled at her "Keep that up and you'll get yourself naked and over my knee little girl."