Diesel (Aces MC Series Book 1) (2 page)

Harlow started to gather her things and I noticed the look she
was giving Jimmy. It wasn’t a pleasant look which made me curious. Had he said
something to upset her? Her stare then moved to me and she looked me up and
down, unconsciously licking her lips. Her eyes caught mine and I thought she
may get embarrassed but she continued to check me out before smiling sweetly. My
cock started to twitch again and I was trying to compose myself, thinking of
things that would keep it under control.

Harlow

He’d caught me checking him out, how embarrassing! I was
trying hard to come across worldly and a little older than my 20 years but my
confidence was deteriorating the longer I was around him. I was so excited at
the prospect of working in this shop but I was trying to keep that excitement
bottled up as I didn’t want to make a tit of myself.

Jimmy pulled me from my thoughts as he ushered me out of the
main room. To my amazement, he hadn’t noticed that I was the same person that
had turned up yesterday for the job. Dickhead!

As we walked to the door Jimmy had the nerve to put his hand
on my lower back. I turned quickly grabbing his arm and twisted it. “Did I say
that you could touch me, you fucking dickhead?” I saw a flash of surprise on
his face. “You’re so thick you didn’t even realise that it was me that came in
yesterday looking for a job.” I could hear my voice getting louder but I didn’t
care.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that yesterday you looked like a Librarian
and today you just look fucking hot!” I twisted his arm further and he let out
another cry of pain. “Fucking idiot. From Monday I’m working here and if you do
as much as look at me in the wrong way, I’ll break your fucking arm. You got
me?” All composure was lost and I was now screaming at him.

“Yes, yes I understand. I’m sorry.” I let go of his arm and
he immediately started rubbing it. “Pussy!” I spat at him as I left the
building.

Diesel

“What the fucking hell is going on out there?” Duke asked us,
looking towards the curtain leading to reception. “I’ll go and have a look.” I strolled
into the reception area, where I found Jimmy sitting in one of the chairs
rubbing his arm, trying to get the circulation back into his hand.

“What happened to you?” I asked him with a smirk. “She went
fucking nuts. Started shouting at me about yesterday.” I was sick of talking in
riddles. “What happened yesterday?” I was slowly losing my patience with him.

“She came looking for a job but she wasn’t dressed like…well
you know, like that.” Jimmy continued to rub his arm and looked sheepishly at
the floor. “I laughed at her and she left obviously annoyed.” I shook my head, “She
was right, you are a fucking idiot.” I opened the door to go and find Harlow, “And
fix those fucking bells!” I shouted, slamming the door behind me.

I found Harlow leaning against a black Honda further down
the high street, taking her inhaler. I leant against the car next to her, “That
was quiet a performance.” She looked at me with those gorgeous eyes, “Did he
tell you what he did yesterday?” She asked folding her arms across her ample
chest. She didn’t wait for me to respond, “I’m sick of people judging me for
who they think I am, rather than getting to know me first. Have you ever
experienced that?” I could see that she was upset as her eyes were getting
watery. She turned her head slightly looking in the opposite direction, clearly
not wanting me to see.

“Every day of my life babe.” I said waving my hand up and
down my cut. “The thing is though, I don’t let it bother me.” I turned to face
her. “If you want to work in a place like this, you need to toughen up.” I went
to put my arm around her but Harlow flinched and moved further away. “What, you
think I’m a push over?” She pushed off the car, putting her hands on her hips
looking directly at me.

“You think I can’t handle myself? You know nothing about me
and what I’ve had to deal with.” Now she was shouting again. She crossed her
arms in an almost defensive stance. I tried to defuse the situation, “Do you
wanna talk about it?” She looked sexy as hell when she got annoyed and I
debated whether to keep pushing her for my own sick gratification but my comment
had obviously surprised her by the look on her face.

“Look I’m sorry. You must think I’m a lunatic?” I raised my
eyebrow slightly which made her laugh. “I’m not usually this emotional. He just
upset me by judging me for looking like a tart.” As she spoke she looked at the
floor swinging her right foot from side to side, I thought this may be a
nervous thing. I placed my hand under her chin lifting her head slightly so she
looked directly into my eyes. “You don’t look like a tart, you look fucking hot
Harlow.” With those words, it was as if everything around us had stopped. She
looked at me intently and it was only her and I in this moment, sizing each
other up. I could see the pulse in her neck steadily beating and could hear her
breathing accelerate. She reached out to touch my face but the moment was
broken by the car I was leaning on being unlocked.

A short overweight man came up to the vehicle and Harlow
moved slightly to let the man get closer to his car. He huffed and muttered
something under his breath which I thought was brave but he soon stopped when
he noticed me glaring at him. He drove away quickly leaving us standing on the
pavement.

“I thought that was your car. Do you want a lift home?” I
asked looking up and down the street to see if there was another vehicle. “No
I’m fine, I’ve got my ride.” She turned and walked over to the Heritage Softail
Classic Harley and cocked her leg to sit comfortably on the seat. She secured
her helmet, which made her look even hotter, if that was at all possible. She
could see from my face that I was totally shocked and she was clearly enjoying
my reaction.

“Thank you for calming me down and hopefully I will see you
again soon ‘Diesel’?” Before I knew it she’d pulled away into the traffic,
giving a little wave with her left hand at the guys who had now congregated
outside the shop. “You certainly will, Harlow.” I said to myself walking back
towards the shop.

All four of my Brothers were standing outside the shop
laughing at the entertainment that had just been played out in front of them. “Was
that your girl riding the Harley?” Duke asked with humour in his voice. “It
certainly was.” I said more to myself than to Duke. All of them started
laughing at my expense. I barged past them as I walked into the shop, “Fucking
pricks!”

Harlow

It was a bright sunny Monday morning which had put me in a
good mood. I couldn’t stop thinking about the events that had taken place on
Friday and the mere thought of Diesel gave me butterflies in my tummy. Diesel
was one hot alpha male. His short dark hair, chiselled features and his bulging
biceps were probably the reason for the butterflies, I am so shallow!

I arrived at the shop with coffees in hand. As I walked
through the door the bells chimed which made me chuckle to myself. Jimmy came bounding
into the reception area with a smile on his face until he saw me. He turned on
his heels, ready to go back into the main room, “Jimmy, look please hold on a
minute.” I said quickly. Jimmy stopped and turned around looking at me blankly.
“I’ve come with a peace offering.” I held a cup of coffee up in the air so that
he could see. “I’m sorry about the other day. I think we got off on the wrong
foot.” Grinning at Jimmy I waited patiently for him to respond. Jimmy took the
cup and mumbled “Thank you.” under his breath. He stood there fiddling with the
lid like he was pondering on something, then quickly turned and walked into the
main room. This didn’t mean that we were now friends but it was a good start.

The morning had run smoothly and it was getting close to
lunch time, I could hear my stomach rumbling as I was finishing CJ’s tattoo.
“Are you hungry girl?” CJ asked with a smile on his face. CJ was a hulk of a
man. There must be something in the water around this area, to help create such
beautiful men. CJ had an incredibly toned body and must work out regularly to
achieve such stature. “Sure am.” I said almost embarrassed that he had heard my
stomach.

That’s when I felt him before I even saw him. The hairs on
the back of my neck stood up. “Good job I’ve brought you some lunch then.”
Diesel held the white plastic bag up as he stepped further into the room. “I’ll
be out back when you’re ready.” Winking at me he casually walked into the
kitchen area. A flush came over my body and my mouth went dry. CJ started
chuckling at my obvious discomfort. I looked over at Spike as he watched Diesel
walk into the back room but I couldn’t read the expression on his face.

I finished up with CJ and went to find Diesel. The backroom
consisted of a kitchenette, containing a small oval table with four chairs and
a comfortable sofa bed that was positioned at the back of the room, next to the
door leading to the bathroom. It was clean and practical but was missing a woman’s
touch, something I was going to rectify over the next couple of weeks.

“So what brings you here?” I asked as I washed my hands and gathered
two plates. “I was hungry.” Diesel said with a smile on his gorgeous face. “How’s
it gone so far?” I turned to see him stuffing a ham sandwich into his mouth.
That mouth was just beautiful and I started to imagine it on various parts of
my body. He caught me looking and I mentally kicked myself.

“It’s been great. I’ve always wanted to be a tattooist but haven’t
had the opportunity to do it until now.” I quickly stopped myself from babbling
further. Diesel had a way of extracting information from me. “So where did you
learn how to do it? You obviously have a talent and you don’t just learn that
overnight.” Diesel put his sandwich down, his eyes searching mine. I had his
full attention and he was waiting for me to explain. “I had friends who spotted
my talents and they introduced me to tattooing. I wanted to work in their shop
but I wasn’t allowed.” I could see Diesel pondering on my answer. “Why weren’t
you allowed? Did your parents stop you?” He was looking at me intently. “Yeah,
something like that. Do you want a drink?” Not waiting for a response, I got up
and pulled two glasses out of the cabinet.

“You don’t like talking about your past much do you?” I
looked around to see the concern on his face. I gave him a weak smile and
poured the two glasses of orange squash. “Obviously the main reason I came here
was to have lunch but I also wanted to invite you to a party on Saturday.” He
must have seen my hesitation. “It’s a big get together at the club house. You
can meet the rest of the club members before you leave your mark on them
permanently.” He said with slight humour in his voice. I looked at my watch and
noticed that I had 10 minutes before my next appointment. “I’d like that
Diesel, thank you.” His creased face lifted a little as the tension left his
body, as he was obviously worried of my response.

Comfortable silence surrounded us as we sat there eating our
lunch. I thought I’d better break the silence, although I could look at him
forever. “Thank you for bringing me lunch.” It came out almost breathy. I
grabbed my sandwich taking a quick bite to try and stop the fact I was making
an idiot of myself. “I don’t mean to be rude but my next customer will be here
soon.” I said trying to regain my composure. “Not a problem Ink, I’ve gotta get
back to work anyway.” Diesel gulped down the rest of his orange squash and
placed the empty glass on the table. Had I heard him correctly, had he just
called me Ink? My heart rate increased as I started to get excited.
Stop
being so stupid, you’re acting like a child with a crush.
I mentally told
myself off as I stood clearing the leftovers. Diesel helped me clear away our
plates and I was amazed by how easy this all felt. “Oh, you do actually work
then. I thought you just went around buying women lunch.” The humour in my
voice was evident and I was trying to get a reaction out of him. “Only the
lucky ones, Ink.” He said with a wink opening the door. There it was again
‘Ink’. It seemed to roll off of his tongue effortlessly and gave me butterflies
in my tummy again.

“Ah shit! What’s she doing here?” Diesel asked as he walked
over to my next customer. “Hello Ethan, nice to see you too. I thought this may
be the place to get a tattoo, dumb arse!” She stood on her tip toes to give him
a kiss on his cheek and he picked her up in return, swinging her around in a
giant bear hug. “You know you can’t stand the pain, so why put yourself through
it?” The concern on Diesel’s face intrigued me. He most certainly had a softer
side and cared deeply for this lady. I observed their interaction closely and
could see that they weren’t sexually attracted to each other by their body
language. “It’s all in the name of beauty.” She said as she sat in the chair.
This woman was a very attractive red head with a natural wave to her hair. She
was slim and petite at around 5’3” and was wearing faded jeans and a vest top
displaying a Harley. Very fitting, I thought to myself.

I walked further into the room when Diesel bent down and
kissed me on the cheek taking me by surprise, “See you Saturday Ink.” He left the
shop leaving me all hot and bothered and earned me another unreadable glance
from Spike.

“Wow! How long have you been seeing my brother? Is it serious?”
Amy was bouncing around in the chair like an excited child at Christmas. “One,
we’re not dating and two, it’s not serious because we’re not dating!” I said
defensively crossing my arms. I had had the wind knocked out of my sails. I sat
in the chair next to Amy and sighed heavily, rubbing my forehead. “Oh baby
girl, I know that look. I would say that you like Ethan, a lot.  If he’s
calling you anything but your real name and has invited you to the party on
Saturday, then I would say that he’s into you too.”

I could tell that my skin was still flush. “Do you mind if I
take a minute before I start your tattoo? I’ve just had lunch and need to pop
to the bathroom quickly.” I stood not waiting for her to respond, walking
swiftly towards the back room.

I locked the door behind me and walked over to the sink,
looking into the mirror at my flushed face. Leaning on the counter I tried to
compose myself, breathing slowly. I splashed a little water onto my cheeks,
then reapplied my lip gloss. I needed a couple of minutes before I was bombarded
with further questions from Amy.

Amy

“Not at all baby girl, you go and compose yourself.” I said
to myself as I grabbed Harlow’s phone which was left on the side. “Jackpot!”
Harlow’s phone wasn’t locked.

Diesel obviously liked Harlow so I was going to play cupid.

Hey Diesel, thank u for lunch. Can’t wait 4 party on
Saturday but would like 2 C U B4 then. How about meeting Thursday? X

I sat there impatiently waiting for a response.

Thursday’s good, what do you want to do? D

Man of many words, no wonder he’s single!

Surprise me! X

That should get him going!

Pick you up from shop at 6.00 on Thursday. Wear
something warm! D

“What are you doing?” Harlow shouted catching me red handed
texting on her phone. “Playing Cupid. I’ve got you a date on Thursday evening.”
I stated, proudly showing Harlow the messages on her phone.

Harlow lifted her hand covering her mouth whilst sitting
down in the chair. “What, did I get this all wrong? Are you not interested in
him?” I asked panic clearly evident. “No, it’s just that, oh I don’t know.”
Harlow let out a loud sigh, “I like him but like all bikers and no offence I
know he’s your brother but all bikers are players. I don’t think I have the
energy to be cocked about.”

I slid off the chair and bent down between her legs. “Look,
Diesel’s had a rough couple of years. It’s not my story to tell so if he
decides to tell you then you should feel honoured. Just cut him some slack, he
obviously likes you ‘Ink’.” I moved my eyebrows up and down animatedly to try
and lighten the situation which made her laugh.

I stood and got back into the chair, “Now are you going to
give me this tattoo before I shit my pants?” We started to giggle like a pair
of young teenagers.

For the next twenty minutes Harlow worked on my tattoo with me
screaming like a baby. Time flew and I realised we had a lot in common
considering the six year age difference. When I couldn’t handle the pain any
longer, Harlow stopped and booked me in for Friday morning to finish it off.