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Own the wind by kristen ashley5/31/2023 ![]() ![]() So huge and powerful, I’d never make it to the top. I hadn’t even recovered and another wave crashed over me, bigger than the first. I knew what a piece of tail looked like riding on the back of a bike, and I knew what a biker’s woman looked like. I’d grown up in the world of bikers and I knew. Heartbreakingly, her cheek was pressed to his shoulder.Ī huge wave crashed over me, pulling me under, whipping me around. I jerked down and my lungs turned to ash, I struggled for breath as I heard a Harley roar, and I pressed against the cement at the side of the steps, my eyes glued to the forecourt so I could see them as they drove by, Shy on his bike, the woman pressed to his back.įortunately, Shy’s head was turned away from me. I lifted up and peeked over the stairs toward the Compound and my lungs burst into flame at what I saw. My lungs started burning and my body tossed itself to the side of the cement steps that led to the office, hiding me from the couple. Walking out of the Compound hand in hand with a tall, buxom brunette. I was heading toward the Compound to see if Shy was there and he wanted to share a drink when I saw him. The good part about not holding a grudge against Shy anymore was that I was at Ride more, on Chaos more, with the boys more, my family more, and, obviously, Shy more. ![]() “Cool,” I finished and then wandered out of the big garage bay at Ride. “No problems, Tab, be done in about half an hour,” Lenny called back. “Thanks, Lenny,” I called to the man under my car. ![]()
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