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“We've hit the hot guy motherlode.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Truth, honesty, perseverance, strength, love of all kinds and forgiveness are all beautiful, Tack. The most beautiful stories ever told are the most difficult to take.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Baby,â€� his voice gentled, “this is me seeinâ€� to that soft spot when I say quiet-like that I... will... be... there... in ten. And what I mean is, when I get there in ten, your ass better be there.â€�
Oh boy.
“Are you coming on your bike?�
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“I’m in a tight, short, little aquamarine dress with high heels. I can’t get on a bike.
“You’re in a tight, short dress and high heels?� Tack asked.
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“I’ll be in there in five.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Oh," I whispered.
"Fuck, I'm not even close."
"To what?"
"The heart of you. You run so fuckin' deep, I'll never get there."
God.
"Lookin' forward to a lifetime of diggin', babe."
God!
"Now you're being sweet," I accused, my voice wobbly.
"Used to it yet?"
"No."
"You got a lifetime to get there too."
Seriously.
I could take no more.
"Shut up."
"I will, you kiss me."
"Rush and/or Tabby might be here any minute."
"I didn't tell you to go down on me.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“You have no clue," he whispered.
"No clue about what?" I whispered back.
"What you handed me last night."
I took in a deep breath and asked softly, "What did I hand you, honey?"
"What's lyin' in that bed."
That was when I stopped breathing.
"I claimed it," he went on. "But last night you gave it to me. Gift's given, no takin' it back. You get that, Tyra?"
"I think so," I whispered.
"Get that, baby, it's important.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“The perfect I was looking for wasn’t perfection. The perfect I was looking for was the one. And he was you.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Tack grinned.
"You know," I started, "it's annoying when you grin all know-it-all."
"This isn't my know-it-all grin, Red. This is my I'm gonna get me some later grin."
I felt a couple of quivers that were on the high end of pleasant scale.
Still, I shared. "That's even more annoying."
"Don't know why since me gettin' some means you're gonna get some.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Got it all scheduled,â€� he noted.
“Yes,� I returned.
“What’s a huge-ass wedding?�
“Don’t ask that,� I advised. “Just show up.�
His grin turned wicked and I liked it. That was, I liked it until he enquired, “You askin� me to marry you, Red?�
I wasn’t even sipping coffee and, still, I chocked. Then I pushed out, “What?�
“I accept.�
I shook my head and kept shaking it when I requested clarification, “Let me get this straight. Did you just accept my non-marriage offer?�
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“I didn’t ask!� My voice was rising.
“So you just wanna shack up?� he asked but didn’t wait on my answer. “I’m good with that too.�
Gah!
“I’m getting my huge-ass wedding,� I declared.
“So you are askin� me to marry you,� he noted.
Gah! Gah! Gah!!
Sharp as a tack.
Someone kill me.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Darlin' you're the greediest piece of ass I've had in my bed in a long fuckin' time. I got a taste for greedy, you think I'm not gonna take it?”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Not liking that," I clipped and his brows went up again.
"Are you shittin' me?"
"No!" I cried. "I deserve to be wooed!"
"Right, then I'll amend my statement. I'll woo you by gettin' you off as many times as I can with my mouth, fingers and cock, cookin' for you when I have time, not firin' your ass when you fuck shit up, which is often, and puttin' up with your bullshit. Bullshit like now when you're playin' even more games because you know I like it when you also know what you really wanna do is kiss me."
"Actually, handsome, I don't want to kiss you. I want to kick you."
His smile came back. "Bullshit games.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Silence then, "Are you smashed?"
"Completely and totally."
"What are you wearing?"
"Who cares?"
"I do."
"Why?"
"'Cause you're smashed, you been with your girls, you somehow got riled up about somethin' and once I settle you down about whatever's aggravating you, I'm gonna rile you up a different way.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Day in, day out, you peel the layers back for me. Smart mouth, funny, sweet, wild in bed. Chattin' with bikers like they were insurance brokers. Holdin' my girl's hand, givin' her strength when her Mom's bein' a bitch. Keepin' your chin up when your people show in the middle of a full blown drama. But so fuckin' vulnerable, you're scared shitless of livin' life."
"You don't know me, Tack."
His head came up and his eyes pierced mine. "I know you, Tyra."
"You don't."
"Life's a roller coaster. Best damn ride in the park. You don't close your eyes, hold on and wait for it to be over, babe. You keep your eyes open, lift your hands straight up in the air and enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“I'm not going to work in a place where I can't eat donuts.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“(...)The ride is not over but if I can keep my Club together and find a sweet, feisty woman who's got my back and enough to her that she'll stay there, holding me up not dragging me down, I figure I'd find my way to beauty eventually. And I'd find absolution because I'd know, I earned the love of that woman, a woman who's got so much to her it'll take years to dig down and find the heart of her, that would be my reward."
Ohmigod.
Ohmigod!
Ohmigod!
Did he just say that?
Did. He. Just. Say that?
"And you told me," Tack continued, his face coming closer, "I had that when I first met you.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Babe, look at me.â€�
“Kiss my ass,â€� I replied.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“My eyes narrowed and I snapped, “You’re not allowed to do that shift.â€�
His head jerked slightly and he asked, “Say again?�
“Be sweet and make me all melty and want to jump you when I ‘m celebrating my heretofore unknown badassness with a bunch of bikers and their bitches. Not to mention, I’m hungry.�
Tack grinned as his arm snaked around me and he yanked me close.
“You wanna jump me?� he asked.
“I always want to jump you,� I answered.
“Good to know,â€� he muttered.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“I felt his forehead against mine, another swipe of his thumb to wipe the wetness away and I heard him whisper, "Baby, I can't keep up.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“You been asleep, baby."
My body went still at his words.
Tack kept talking.
"Green tea. Yoga. No TV. Placemats for your coffee table. Thursday night takeaway. You got a night for takeaway. Scheduled. A narrow, little world. Fuck me. Crazy. Fuckin' whacked. I woke you up, opened your eyes to a bigger world and scared you shitless.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“you don't know this, baby, but some men have dream women too"
Tack-Motorcyle Man”
― Kristen Ashley

“But you know what else never happened to me?"
"Tell me," he ordered, still...freaking...grinning.
"Seeing him just a day later in a clinch with a brunette."
"You knew me, you'd know she didn't have staying power and you'd know you do."
"And how's that?" I snapped.
"She's dark, you're red. I'll fuck dark, I'll fuck sun but only red has staying power. Considered sun once. Lost her. Now it's you.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“His eyes traveled the length of me and as they were doing this, he cut me off again. “Jesus, what the f**k you got on?â€�

I looked down at my yoga clothes then back at him. “I just got back from yoga.�

His eyes took their time sliding back up my body before they locked on mine. “You finish that Employee Handbook, you make that,â€� he tipped his head to me, “the dress code.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man