Curvy Ride: An Age Gap Romance (Men of Valor MC) by Hope Ford (best romantic novels to read TXT) 📕

“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.

I’ve finally let go of her hand, not because I wanted to but because she needed to get in the car. I crouch down beside her before she could shut the door. “I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself in there, but from now on, you have me to do it for you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“But you don’t have to anymore.”

Her mouth is wide open. “But—but I don’t even know you. Heck, I don’t even know your name,” she says.

I lean in and kiss her forehead only because I know if I touch her lips like I’m dying to do, she’ll never get to the safety of her home. “They call me Ice. And you may not know me yet, but you will. Be safe, Addison. I’ll text you later.”

I stand up and shut her door, and she’s staring up at me before she finally shakes her head, starts her car, and pulls out of the lot. Patriot follows behind her, and I watch, knowing that my life has been changed forever.

3

Addison

Are you home?

MY phone dings, and that’s the message on it. The name on the ID says Ice.

I text him back, still surprised by the change of events tonight. Yes, I’m home. But I’m sure Patriot has already told you that.

Yeah, I knew. But I wanted to hear it from you, he replies.

My heart starts to race in my chest. Ice is like no man I’ve ever met. He’s tall, dark and handsome with tattoos, and even with the scowl he carries on his face, he still makes my stomach flip-flop.

Well, I’m home. Thanks again for your help. I type it in and hit send as I stare at my phone, wondering if he’ll text back.

Don’t thank me. I have an ulterior motive.

My excitement instantly dwindles. Of course he does. Don’t most men? At least the men I’ve dealt with only do something if it benefits them. I toss the phone onto the coffee table and lie back on the couch. It dings again, but I don’t pick it up. Who knows what he’s sending me now or what he’s going to ask for?

When it dings two more times, I finally can’t hold back. I open the messaging app and read I want to get to know you.

Then the second one came shortly after. Hey. Did I scare you off?

Then the third. Are you okay, Addison? Text me or I’m coming over.

I start to type. Why do you want to get to know me?

I hold my breath after I push send.

There’s a thousand reasons but half of them would probably scare you off. For now, I’ll tell you this. Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Because you’re strong, willing to take on two bad cops without backing down. Because I already know I like you.

My heart melts a little in my chest, but then it hits me. What am I thinking?

You do realize that not an hour ago there was a woman grinding on your lap? You can’t blame me if I’m not falling over myself to believe you.

You want the truth?

Yes, I type, rolling my eyes. Why do people even ask that? Like I want him to lie to me?

It was more out of habit than anything. She always dances for us. But I wasn’t hard for her. She doesn’t do it for me.

I’m pacing now, back and forth in my living room and shaking my head. He just lied to me, even after he said he was going to tell me the truth.

That’s a lie. You were hard. When you came to help me, I could feel you pressed into my back and you were definitely hard. I’m finished with this conversation now. I gotta go. Thanks again for your help earlier.

I hit send and squeeze the phone in my hand. Why am I such a fool? I’m about to toss it across the room when it rings in my hand.

My mouth drops and I hold it up. It’s him. It’s Ice calling.

When the ringing stops, another text comes through. Answer the phone or I’m coming over.

The phone starts to ring again, and this time I accept the call.

I hold it to my ear but don’t say a word.

“Addison?”

But I still don’t answer. Maybe it’s because I’m mad he lied. Maybe it’s because I can’t get the image of that bare-chested woman