Page 26 of Ride with Zane
After wearing my pajamas I sit on my bed and peering at my phone I spot forty calls from Dad and several from Rock too. I jump out of the bed, take my jacket, wear my sneakers and head out.
It seems I have the angel and the devil on my shoulders, fighting each other on what I should do or say. Face him or just wait for him to open up with me.Is that even a choice? Weren't we supposed to fight for those who we care about?Fuck! I need to know. If I’m wrong, it’ll hurt like hell. I’m well aware of it but I need to. I need to breathe and he’s the only oxygen I need right now. Even if only for a few minutes.
Crossing the neighborhood gate feels awkward and I haven’t missed the smirk on the guy’s faces as they checked on my ID. By night this place looks quiet, and…safe. It’s like stepping intoanother world. Houses are lined up along the driveway, bikes are parked on the lateral driveway while in front of the garage are parked a car or two. There’s plenty of space between the houses and I guess it is for privacy. When I came here on my bike, I hadn't looked around, but I’d dare to say this looks more like a fancy neighborhood than a biker's one. It seems bikers have a good taste after all. I park in front of his house and kill the engine. Maybe he's not here or worse maybe he's with someone. “Please be alone.” I murmur under my breath, while I take out my cell phone and start typing a text but then I change my mind and hit the call button.
“Hello?” His voice hits me. I can hear his tiredness mixed with…worry?
“Hey, Rock, it's Ashley.” All my bravery fades away as I peer at the steering wheel.
I hear sheet noises in the background and my heart stops “Is everything okay, Princess?”
One beat.
Two beats.
Three beats.
“Yeah, how are you?”
He chuckles. “I'm good, I was trying to sleep.”
“Are you alone?” I ask, wanting to slap myself. “Home. I mean, are you home?”
“I'm home andalone, Princess.” He heaves out a long breath.
“Then open up.”
“Open… you're here?” The lights of his bedroom switch on.
“Yeah…” I say as I take the key off and get out of my car.
The door swings open, and my mouth dries in a second while staring at Rock wearing just his pants.Sweet mother of lord.
Zane
Seeing her call scared the hell out of me. My heart was about to get out of my chest.
The more I tried to forget her the more she sank into my mind and after tonight I was darn sure she would ever want to have anything to do with me. I wanted to follow her home, but it would have raised more questions from Harrison than I would like. Di informed me they got home safe and a patrol was escorting them but still she followed my orders and followed them until home.
Opening the front door and seeing her here makes my heart race again. “Hi, Princess.”
“Hi, Rock.” She peers at me. I can feel her gaze on every inch of my chest following my tattoos.
I move from the door letting her come in. She takes off her jacket and my mouth goes dry instantly. Fuck me, she’s wearing almost nothing.
“Is it a new trend?” I ask, amused.
She looks down at her pajama shaking her head. “I just got out of the shower.”
“Hmm…” I shut my eyes because images of her naked pop back into my mind. Again. It’s a fucking torture.
I walk to the fridge and open it trying to focus on something else otherwise I’ll pin her to the wall and claim her right now and to hell all my good purposes. “Do you want something to drink?”
“No, I'm okay.”
I take out a beer and sit on a stool waiting for her to say something. She stares at me and I get lost in her amazing eyes.
“Rock,” she eventually whispers.