Copyright © 2017 Annelise Reynolds
Ridin’ Nerdy
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Twenty-seven
Epilogue
Epilogue Two
Dedication
When you are dealing with someone who is stuck on stupid, ask yourself, ‘What would Leah say?’
“Eat a bag of dicks.”
Acknowledgements
I have so many people to thank for being a support system to me. I will start with my heart and soul…
My kids: I love you guys so much, and I hope one day you realize that only you can make your dreams a reality. I hope and pray that is one lesson you learn from me.
To my sisters: Lili, Paula, and Katie, you three have shown me what family really is. I love you guys, and I can’t thank you enough for all the encouragement and support that you have given me over the years. I know that I have three of the best friends and sisters in you guys.
To Leah: Thank you for being my inspiration for this character. You truly are one of the strongest women I know, and I’m so glad I finally got to hug your neck. I hope I did the story justice for you and you love your character as much as I do.
To Dawn Lewis, my wonderful editor. Thank you for taking a chance on me. I know I don’t write in your favorite genre, but still you kill it every time. I greatly appreciate all you do.
Jaye Cox, thank you so much for your work formatting. You make my work look so professional, and I can’t thank you enough for that.
To Jemma and Addy: Thank you girls for starting this journey with me. I can’t wait to meet you both in person so I can hug you, and finally say thank you for everything you have done.
To Amy: You’ve had one hell of a year, but you’ve stuck with me through thick and thin. Thank you for your continued support and friendship.
To my Vixens: God, you guys, kick ass. I never would have thought anyone would love my first book enough to stalk me for the second, but you guys are around on a daily basis kicking ass, taking names, and showing me support. It amazes me what all you guys do. Thank you. Thank you for loving Phoenix and Grit enough to want to be a part of my team, and thank you for loving Ember and Titan sight unseen. Now on to book six and following behind me with my author ADD, you guys just fucking rock.
To the amazing author friends that I have met along this journey: I cannot wait to meet you guys in person. Y’all have been amazing. Thank you for shooting the shit with me, Pepper. You make me laugh when I feel like crying, and I cannot thank you enough for that. Debbie, you are fucking awesome. Thank you for being a sounding board and a voice of reason when I need it. Becca, you amaze me. Your support and encouragement have been steadfast, and I am so lucky to call you my friend. Krystal, damn woman, you are such an encouragement and have gone above and beyond for me. Thank you. I can’t wait to meet you again. V Kelly, I’ve gotten to see you at two signings now, and it has been a blast both times with tons of laughter. (It puts the lotion on the skin). For Dawn Sullivan, my word witchy friend, thank you for the laughs and the encouragement. I can’t wait to hug your neck again.
There are so many more that I’m leaving out, and I’m sorry. Please don’t be hurt, there are just too many people to thank.
Chapter One
Leah
The classic Mustang parked next to all the Harleys as I rode into the parking lot stood out like a sore thumb. Meatheads was not a place where the upper crust of the city came to work out – this was the place where you came when you wanted to get the shit beat out of you, or beat the shit out of someone else. I should know. Meatheads has been in my family and part of the club since my granddad ran it. My dad took it over from him and – one day – I’ll take it over from my dad. But, for now, I just run the books and work the counter.
“Hey, Papa,” I said, walking into the gym and seeing my granddad behind the desk. “Someone get lost or something?”
“Or something,” he notched his chin to the gym floor.
I turned to see who he was looking at. It wasn’t hard to pick the Mustang’s owner out from the crowd. Where the rest of the guys were covered in tattoos, he had none that were visible. His skin was untouched by an ink gun and he wasn’t walking around shirtless, or in a wife beater, like every other man in the room. His arms were strong and toned, but not overly bulky with muscle. Much like his car didn’t fit in the parking lot, this guy didn’t fit in here.
“Why?” I couldn’t keep the incredulity out of my voice. He looked way too put together, and god knows his car was worth way too much for him to be just an average Joe blow. This guy was wealthy and not at all our normal clientele.
“No idea, Baby Girl. He just came in wanting a membership. Paid the year up front.” Papa was still in great shape, though he didn’t use the gym anymore like he used to.
“He won’t last a month,” I scoffed.
Papa laughed. “We’ve got a poll going, you wanna get in on it?”
“What’s the longest someone has him in for?”
“Three weeks,” he said, laughing.
“And the shortest?”
“Three hours.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Some of the guys weren’t the brightest; I could guess who made that bet. It was the same guy that was taunting our newest member.
“Ox is trying to get him out of here early. Does he not realize the guy is probably not going to work out for three hours straight, so he’s already lost the bet?”
My granddad laughed. “We tried to talk him out of that bet, but he was adamant.” He shrugged, it was easy money into the pot. “I guess, technically, he could still win if the guy doesn’t show up again, but he did pay the year up front. Chances are, he’ll be back at least one more time.”
I shook my head. “Where’s Dad? I didn’t see his bike outside.”
“Needle was giving him another tattoo this morning when he opened his shop – a gift for your mother, I think.”
“Ah. She must have finally talked him into getting her n
ame put on him. So, he roped you into taking his morning shift?” I shook my head. Dad was great for business because the man knew how to fight, but he hated the business side of the business. Running this place was not his favorite thing to do, unless he was in the ring fighting or teaching someone how to box.
“Maybe. I left the new guy’s paperwork on your desk.” Papa didn’t mind picking up shifts at the gym, he was still around here more than he was home, but I figured that had more to do with him being lonely than anything else, though I doubted he would ever admit that.
“Alright, that’s my not so subtle hint to get to work.” I laughed and kissed him on the cheek before heading to my desk. I saw the contract on my desk, but I ignored it for the time being. I had a few things to get done before I input him into the system.
For some reason, my eyes kept drifting back to the new guy. His dark hair was sticking up in different directions as if he ran his fingers through it a million times; he had glasses on – the black frames just adding to his nerdy appearance; he had a firm jaw and full lips. I didn’t realize I was staring at him, until his eyes met mine from across the room.
I watched as he took off his glasses and wiped his face with a towel. He still looked in my direction, but I doubted he could see me anymore without his glasses on, so I turned away and got started on my paperwork.
“William Atwood Carver III, holy crap dude. What the hell are you doing at Meatheads?” A name like that is going to get the shit beat out of him if it gets out.
“Talking to yourself again, Pebbles?”
“I told you not to call me that, Bull,” I said, purposely getting Ox’s name wrong. I didn’t mind getting called Pebbles by people I like and care for, but for some reason it sounded condescending when Ox said it. Maybe it was just because I couldn’t stand him, I don’t know, but whatever the reason, I hated when he called me by my nickname.
“You are a stubborn woman, Leah. When are you finally going to go for a ride with me?” Ox was built like an ox. He was solid muscle, to the point where it looked enhanced. I love muscle as much as the next girl, but there is such a thing as overkill, and Ox hit that about two years ago.
“That would be never, Ox. I don’t date anyone from the club. You know that.” We’d been over this before. I have rules, and I don’t break them. Rule number one – no club members. This rule also makes it hard to date since I don’t really meet anyone outside the club, but oh well. It is what it is, and I’m not changing it for anyone.
“That’s a stupid rule when you’re part of a club, Pebbles.”
“Well, it’s a stupid rule I live by, so you can get the fuck over it and go find a Sweetbutt to entertain you.” I shifted paperwork around on my desk, hoping he would get the hint that I was busy – he didn’t. Ox was as dumb as a box of rocks. The best theory we can come up with is his momma took one too many hits when she was pregnant. It was either that or he was dropped on his head.
“One day, Pebbles, you and me are gonna go for a ride.”
“One day, Bull, you are going to realize that is just not going to happen.”
He went out to the gym floor again leaving me in peace. I filed all of Will’s paperwork, burying his name as far as I could, so the guys didn’t stumble across it. I logged him into the system as Will Carver. It still sounded like a preppy name, but it was better than his full name and the numerals.
I looked back over at him again, and saw him lifting an impressive amount of weight. He didn’t look that big, so he was either bigger than he appeared from across the gym, or he was stronger than he looked. It wasn’t necessarily the same thing.
“Pebbles!” my dad called out from the ring. I hadn’t seen him come in, but it looked like he was about to do a bit of sparring with Tuck.
“Hey, Daddy.” I went to the ring and pulled myself up on the side with ease. I’d done it a million times, so it was nothing to just hop up without using the steps. “You got new ink, I hear.”
“Yeah.” He uncovered the new ink on his arm, revealing a few swirls and stars surrounding a date. “Ox told me you two are going for a ride,” Dad changed the subject from his tattoo after showing me.
I groaned. “Ox is out of his mind. I told him no, again, and that is not what Mama wanted,” I said, nodding to the tattoo. Sure, her road name was Star, but I don’t imagine that a few stars were going to cut it.
“She’ll love it,” he said. “He’s not that bad, Pebbles. When’s the last time you went on a date?”
Fuck. I looked over to see Will looking on, his eyes interested and a small smirk on his face. So, embarrassing, my dad is trying to hook me up with one of his guys. “It’s been a while, Daddy. If you would stop scaring off every guy I date, that would be helpful.”
“Why won’t you date someone from the club? They don’t scare so easy.” His grin showed he didn’t mind that he’d scared the last few guys I dated away.
“I have my reasons. Now is there a reason you called me over here, or is my love life the most interesting thing you have going on?”
“Damn smart mouth.” He shook his head. “I was going to tell you to make sure there are towels in the locker room, and for your smartass remark you get to open in the morning.”
“Very funny, I’m already on the schedule to open tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes, then hopped down from the ring.
“Hey, Leah,” Tuck said as I walked by.
“Hey, Tuck.” He was hot; the only problem was he knew it. He was aware of his sexual appeal; each and every one of the Sweetbutts, as well as some of the old ladies, were given a taste of what he had to offer. He’d made moves on me a few times, but he seemingly let it go when he realized that I’m not going to break my no dating the club rules for him.
I went into the laundry and found a heap of towels yet to be washed. “What the hell?” Dammit, Dad. He closed last night, and didn’t do the laundry. I love my dad, but he can be such a caveman sometimes. Laundry is women’s work, so he doesn’t do it and leaves it for me. This is really a perfect example of if it’s not boxing or working with a fighter, then he just doesn’t want to do it.
I grabbed a pair of gloves and started the wash; high heat and lots of soap and bleach. There were still towels in the dryer. I clenched my teeth in annoyance. If I’ve got to do this shit regardless if I open or close, then I would just rather close and sleep later in the mornings, because four am fucking sucks.
“Daddy!” I called out after folding all the damn towels. He was still sparring with Tuck and, despite the age difference, Daddy was holding his own.
They stopped when I approached, my hands full of the folded towels. “What’s up, Pebbles?”
“I want to change the schedule. If I do all the laundry anyway, I’d rather just always close rather than my schedule being all over the place. Because when you close, laundry never gets done.”
“Come on, Pebbles. We were in the middle of something, this couldn’t wait?”
“No. It’s your gym, you can either put me on closing all the time, or chip in when it comes to towels. If none of those options works, I can always find another job elsewhere.”
If anybody else talked to Rock like this, they would be talking through a straw. I guess it’s one of the many perks of being the President’s daughter. Andrew ‘Rock’ Slate was a force to be reckoned with, and nobody talks back to him, except for his baby girl.
“Your Mama doesn’t like you closing.”
“Well, I’ve got Lucille with me at all times, I’ll be fine.” Lucille is my baby; my baby blue twenty-two. I got my concealed carry permit, and I can outshoot some of the guys. Daddy taught me young, and he taught me well. I have a standing appointment at the shooting range once a week. It’s why Papa had to open this morning, since Dad was at the tattoo shop.
“Only if Ox or Tuck are here with you.”
“No. Ox hits on me every chance he gets, and Tuck annoys me.”
“Hey, what did I do to you?” Tuck said, coming over with his wat
er bottle in hand.
“Nothing yet, but imagine having to babysit me every night as I closed. You wouldn’t be able to do your regular bed-hopping, horndog routine, so what would you be doing? Bitching about me closing, and you having to babysit.”
“She makes a valid point, Rock,” Tuck said. He was leaning on the top rope, his face sweaty. I threw a towel at him – he caught it mid-air, flashing his charming, dimpled grin. I just rolled my eyes.
“Its fine. I can still open, Daddy, but I refuse to be the only one that does the laundry when it’s supposed to be done at night.” I stared my dad down, hoping he would concede – not at all sure he would.
“Fine. Two conditions: one, Lucille is with you always; and you’ve got to bring a cage. No riding Charlie up here.”
What the fuck? Fucking hell. Being a woman in a man’s world sucks donkey balls sometimes. I’d take the deal. Daddy wouldn’t last long on the no riding thing anyway. He knew I loved Charlie, and part of the reason I did was because he bought her for me.
Chapter Two
Will
Meatheads. Never thought I would be working out at a gym called ‘Meatheads’, but the name fit. The big guy that’d been trying to get a rise out of me for the last thirty minutes was a ‘Meathead’.
“Hey, Pussy Boy,” he said again, trying to get my attention. I avoided looking at or talking to him. I just went about my workout. His taunts were juvenile and nothing I hadn’t heard before.
Being in high school, six foot three inches, and lanky, unable to put meat on whether I ate like a horse or not, sucked. I wasn’t much into sports, preferring my computer and video games, but even my sedentary lifestyle didn’t let me gain weight. I was stuck at one sixty-five and holding.
About a year ago, I’d picked up weight lifting, and it kicked my ass, but I kept at it. Slowly, I saw results, and now I love it. I came here because I wanted to start adding in some boxing, and I’d heard this was the best place around to do it. From the looks of it, it’s heavy on the brawn and light on the brains. At least in regards to this asshole. I looked up at the shadow that came over me.
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