by Hope Ford
Curvy Ride
Men of Valor MC
Hope Ford
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1. Ice
2. Ice
3. Addison
4. Addison
5. Addison
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Curvy Ride
He’s cold as ice, except when it comes to the curvy school teacher…
I know better than to get involved with James “Ice” Cole.
Men like him don’t go for women like me unless they want one thing…
To get in my pants and then get gone.
Not only is he older…he’s also a member of the Valor MC.
And everyone knows what they’re about.
But the man doesn’t seem to want to take no for an answer.
He’s bossy and overbearing.
Possessive and demanding.
He’s also irresistible.
There’s no escaping the pull.
He draws me too him and makes me feel safe despite his reputation.
I want to believe the promises he makes me.
Only we’re from completely different worlds.
And when those worlds collide, there’s no telling who will survive the carnage.
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1
Ice
I’m getting too old for this shit. I glance around the Pussy Parlor, and it’s all the same. All the same women that would give anything to go home with one of us. Savage, Knight and Wild talked me into coming out, but I should have just stayed home. It’s the same thing always. The ladies are dancing and doing their best to get with Knight. He’s a pretty boy, and no matter where we go, the women flock to him, but he doesn’t have any interest in the strippers or the sweetbutts at the club. Savage is, well, Savage. He’s broody, and I don’t know any woman that’s been brave enough to take that on. And Wild, well, he just drinks and watches. He’s so far in his head, it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. And then there’s me. Bored and over it all, but don’t know what to do about it.
Kitty, one of the dancers that also hangs out at the clubhouse a lot is grinding on my lap. In the past, I would have taken her up on what she’s offering. But now, well, getting my dick wet doesn’t interest me anymore. I want more, and I never dreamed I’d feel this way. I know it’s not in the cards for me. I’m forty-five years old, grumpy and set in my ways. I’m the asshole that speaks his mind, and I can’t see myself changing. I spent twenty years in the army and saw more shit than anyone should see in a lifetime. Once I got out, I built up my business, Valor Customs, and I can pick and choose my customers because I’m that sought after. Fuck, I’ve got men offering me their women as payment if it means they can get their bike in with me. I could literally have anything or any woman I want. But that’s just the thing—I don’t want just some easy piece of ass. I want more.
I sit back in my seat and take a long draw off my beer bottle, amazed at how easy it is to ignore the bare breast in my face. They do nothing for me. My cock is limp in my jeans, and there’s no indication he wants to come out and play. Fuck, I’m in a rut. If bare tits and free pussy doesn’t get me hard, then I’ve got a problem. I’m just about to make an excuse and tell the guys I’m outta here when the front door opens. Knight, Savage, Wild, and I all look, probably because of our history in the military and always needing to be aware of our surroundings. The other guys turn away just as soon as they see who walks in the door. But not me. I couldn’t look away if I tried.
I’ve never seen anyone like her. She looks nervous until she pulls her shoulders back and lifts her chin like she’s a woman on a mission. Her hair is in a knot on the top of her head. She has big eyes, and from where I’m sitting, I wish I could tell if they are blue or green. I’m just too far away. She puts her hand on her hip, and while she’s looking around, I’m looking at her thick thighs, the curve of her waist, and the large breasts she’s hiding in the oversized shirt. Instantly, my dick wakes up. I can’t resist sliding my hand to my crotch and squeezing my hardening length. It’s like he’s telling me, “She’s the one.”
But there’s no doubt she doesn’t belong here, so I have to wonder what her plan is. Is she here to apply for a job? Because she can fuckin’ forget that. The only dancing she’ll be doing is for me. I watch her, knowing that I’m not going to let her out of my sight.
Addison
I’m so sick of this. Just because they’re police officers they think they can do whatever they want. Well, I’m sick of it, and I’m not going to take it anymore.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself as I stand inside the door of the Pussy Parlor. It’s a strip club owned by the Men of Valor MC. When I pulled into the lot, I parked around the back, the farthest spot from the street. I looked up and down the road just knowing that the principal of the elementary school I work at was going to be driving by any minute and see me walking in. I’m a kindergarten teacher, and I’m sure it would be frowned upon for me being seen here. But I don’t care. I’m tired of being bullied by the two police officers that don’t want to seem to leave me alone. I don’t know how I got in their sights, but it’s almost like they’re determined to make my life a living hell.
I stand inside the doorway and try to build up my courage. I don’t belong here, that much is obvious. I’m definitely the woman with the most clothes on. If they were giving out awards for that, I’d win. It’s dark inside with a few flashing lights. I take in the pink and gold décor and am a little surprised. It’s actually a lot classier than I ever would have imagined. My eyes are drawn to the stage as a woman without her top dances. She’s rubbing her hands across her body and then cups each bare breast. Quickly, I avert my eyes and search for the reason I’m here. Officer Johns and Officer Green. My two biggest nightmares.
I search the room and find them sitting at a booth, both of them in uniform and both of them throwing back a frosty mug which I assume is beer. I mean, they’re on duty, are they even supposed to be drinking? I’m sure that’s violating some kind of rule, but that’s how the cops are here in Valor, Wyoming. They do what they want when they want… and I’m sick of it.
I muster all the courage I can and walk up to them. “Give it back to me,” I demand.
The officers look at each other and then bust out laughing. Officer Johns stops first and smirks at me. “You must really want it if you’re going to chase me for it. It’s okay, honey, I’ll give it to you. Let’s go to the back room and I’ll give it to you… I’ll give it to you good.”
He’s looking up and down at me, and I can see the lecherous look on his face letting me know why he wants me to go to the back room with him. My stomach spasms in knots. I knew the cops were dirty, I guess I just didn’t know how dirty. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Now, give me back my wallet.”
2
Ice
She walks straight up to the two dirty cops, and I have to admit, I’m curious. Is one of them her boyfriend? Becaus
e if so she has shitty taste in men. She must not know how dirty the cops are here, especially those two.
I can’t hear her from where I’m sitting, the music is too loud, but I can tell she’s getting upset. I must be staring a hole in her because she looks my way, and as soon as our eyes connect I lose my breath in a big whoosh. I can feel her glance as if she physically came over and touched me. She looks at me, scrunches her nose up and then goes back to talking to the two policemen. It’s then I realize that I still have Kitty dancing on my lap. I grab on to her arms and lift her off of me, pushing her toward Knight. I’ll let him deal with her; no doubt he’ll send her up to the dance floor. “I’ll be back,” I tell the guys before walking over to my girl. Just saying it, I let the feeling settle in my chest. I wait for discomfort, but all I feel is contentment. Yeah, I don’t know her, I don’t even know her name, but she’s definitely my girl.
I walk right up to her, my front pressed to her back. Can she feel my hard cock pressed against her ass? Probably. But I need her to know what she does to me. I put my hands on her shoulders. “What’s the problem here?”
My girl’s shoulders flex under my hands, and I can feel her draw in a big breath. I’m hoping it’s me that’s causing her to be flustered as she stutters out, “These guys took my wallet and won’t give it back.”
“Officer Johns and Officer Green,” I say with a nod. “Do you have the lady’s wallet?”
The cops may be dirty here, but they also know that the Men of Valor MC is not anyone to mess with. We’ve had numerous run-ins with them over the years, and it seems their cheating and lying ways go deep down the lines of command.
When Johns realizes I’m not moving until I get an answer, he finally answers me. “Yeah, but it was just a joke.”
“Joke’s over. Hand me the wallet.” I pull the woman behind me and hold my hand out, and Officer Johns leans back in his seat and pulls the wallet from his pocket before handing it to me. “Great. Thanks. I’m sure since you’re still on duty, you probably need to get out of here, right?” I ask them, but even they know it’s not a question. That’s my way of telling them to get the fuck out of our club.
They both slide out of their seats, and the woman tries to move, but I tuck her under my arm and pull her against me. She’s holding herself tightly against me, but she doesn’t try to get away. She obviously realizes that this is a tense situation, and it could go south fast. I’m not worried though. I can take these two blindfolded, but it doesn’t hurt that Savage, Knight, and Wild are here too.
The officers start to walk away, but Officer Johns turns. “Bye, Addison. We’ll be seeing you.”
I have to give it to her. She doesn’t flinch or act like she’s scared. The only indication that the officer’s words affected her any is the way I feel her hand grab at the shirt on my back. She’s worried, and that shit pisses me off. “Stay away from her, guys. That’s the only warning you’ll get.”
At that, both guys stop. “You threatening the law? I always took you for a smart man, Ice. But a smart man knows better than to threaten two cops.”
I can hear the sound of chairs scraping backwards behind me, and I know that my brothers are at my back. Johns and Green are stupid, but they’re not so stupid they believe they can get out of here if they start shit.
“Stay away from Addison,” I tell them again as I pull her in tighter against me. I just met her, only know her name because that’s what Officer John’s called her and already I’m feeling territorial over her. Her curves are fitting me perfectly, and right now, I just want the cops out of here so I can talk to the woman that has already claimed my heart.
It’s a stare-down, and eventually Officers Johns and Green turn and walk out the door.
I can feel Addison’s chest rise and fall against me as she takes a deep breath. She unwinds herself from my arms. “Thank you for that. But you probably shouldn’t have done it. You pissed them off, and they’re going to get even.”
Looking at her, I want to cup her jaw and press my lips to hers. She’s worried about me. And heck if that doesn’t make me want her more. I haven’t had someone worried about me in a long time... if ever.
“I’m not worried about me. Why are they bothering you?”
She rolls her eyes, and I realize then that she’s younger than me, probably too young. But I don’t care. I’m going to claim her.
“I dunno really. They’re bored, I guess. Can I have my wallet back?”
“How did they get your wallet?”
“They’ve made a habit of pulling me over at least once a week. Usually messing with me and telling me they’re watching me. This is the first time they’ve taken anything though.”
Instead of handing over her wallet, I grab on to her hand she’s holding out. “I’ll be back, guys,” I tell the three men behind me and pull Addison out the front door of the club. The police cruiser with Officers Johns and Green inside it is sitting at the edge of the parking lot. When they see Addison and me, they put the car into gear and take off, but not before waving at us. My fists clench at my sides. “How long have they been bothering you?”
She’s embarrassed and shrugs her shoulders. “A few months. It seems to be more lately.”
“Why? What do they want from you? How’d you get in their crosshairs?” I jumble all the questions together, but I’m trying to get all the details of what’s going on.
Still she looks embarrassed and unsure. “Well, I’m assuming from the comments they’ve made, that well, Officer Johns at least, likes me. He didn’t seem to take it well when he asked me out and I turned him down.”
“You’re not going out with him,” I tell her.
She looks up at me in confusion. “I know. I just told you that.”
“You know you shouldn’t have followed them in there. They’re bad news.”
She snorts and then stops suddenly, her face turning a pretty red. “Well, what would you suggest I do? Call the cops on the cops?” She gestures to my cut and the Men of Valor MC patch on it. “I’m sure you know that all the cops are dirty in this town.”
“You call me. Next time something like this happens, you call me.”
She doesn’t agree, but instead asks me for her wallet again.
I shake my head, knowing I’m no better than those cops because of the fact that I don’t want to give her the wallet. “Give me your phone.”
She starts to argue with me, but I grunt again, “Give me your phone.”
Fuck, I know I’m an ass and I need to be a little nicer, but that’s not who I am. I want something, I get it. So I know I sound demanding, but I don’t care. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket and hands it to me grudgingly.
I call my phone with it so that I have her number. Then I program my number in her phone.
I hand her phone over to her. I open her wallet and scan her driver’s license. Addison York. I calculate in my head her age and realize she’s twenty-five years old. Fuck, she’s twenty years younger than me, but I don’t care. I then memorize her address before tucking her ID back in her wallet and handing it over.
“Did you just memorize my address?”
“Yes.” I won’t lie to her.
“Uh, well that’s creepy. How do I know you’re one of the good guys?” But before I can respond, she’s already holding her hand up. “Forget it, I know you’re a good guy, you sort of saved me back there. But why do you need to know where I live?”
I have two reasons, but she doesn’t need to know them both. “Johns and Green are not going to just let this go away. They’re going to come back, and until then, I’m going to have someone watching your house to make sure you’re okay.”
“That’s not necessary.”
I shake my head. She doesn’t realize it, but as soon as I say the word she’s going to have the whole MC at her back. They’ll protect her like she’s one of our own.
“Where’s your car?”
She points around back, and I grab her hand and wa
lk her around the side of the building. I pull my phone out. “Patriot. I need you at the Pussy Parlor.”
“Be right there,” he says, and I shut off the phone.
When we get to Addison’s car, I still have a hold of her hand, and I don’t want to let it go. “So, Addison York, what do you do?”
“I’m a kindergarten teacher,” she answers, and automatically I know it fits.
I can picture her on her knees surrounded by kids and books and shit. She’s pure and sweet and everything I’m not. But I can’t make myself care. Now that I’ve seen her, I know she’s going to be mine.
“Uh, what do you do?” she asks, and it’s obvious she’s worried how I might answer. I could fuck with her, but I won’t.
“I’m ex-military. But now I run Valor Customs. I paint bikes.”
She nods just as Patriot pulls into the lot and stops beside us. He gets off his bike and walks over to us. Patriot is nineteen years old. He always wanted to join the military, but the hearing aid he has to wear stopped him from being able to join. The man needs to fit in somewhere, and now he’s figured that is with the Valor MC. He’s proven over and over that he has the brothers’ backs, and I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s a member of the club. He has to be good, because I wouldn’t trust just anyone with Addison.
I introduce Addison and Patriot, making sure he knows she’s off limits. I then give him the address and tell him to tag along and keep an eye on her. Patriot takes it all in, and it’s obvious he’s proud to do this job. He gets on his bike and waits for Addison.
