Free Payce's Passions by Piper Kay Page B

house demos for a while. This means I have three days off, no problem with that.
    I’ve been waiting for a break and it’s finally here. Now I can focus on my baby. After changing clothes, I walk out the door straight to her, right where I left her waiting.
    As I approach her my heart starts racing, adrenaline pumping hard. I’ve played this scene over and over from start to finish in my mind. There are so many possibilities with her, where do I even begin?
    She’s a total mess. I don’t know the extent of the damage yet, but seeing her like this is heartbreaking. She’s definitely been through a lot. I’m not good at having patience, but I better learn it quick if I’m going to pull her through this in once piece. It won’t be easy. Thank fuck I have the self-confidence of a goddamned bull. I’m just cocky enough to believe I can pull this off. I put both hands on her, close my eyes and gently glide up and down her body, familiarizing myself with every curve.
    It’s a step-by-step process, but I’ll slowly strip her down, naked and vulnerable. That’s when I’ll play with her, testing her reaction with every twist and turn I make, ensuring she’s nice and tight for me in all the right spots. Little by little she’ll respond, but the test will finally come and that thought gets me harder than morning wood. Knowing what I expect and demand, she’ll finally submit, and I’ll straddle across her and grind myself into her. She might sputter and jump a little, but when she begins to purr, I’ll grin, almost begging, as I cut loose listening to her scream for me as we rip down the road. It’ll be a proud day in my life, a sense of accomplishment, showing everyone that this sexy lady belongs to me. Let them gawk and stare all they want, only I know the real truth. She’s really in disguise, and no one sees that, they don’t need to. She’s my naughty little bitch, that’s why she’s between my legs.
    My ’72 Harley Shovelhead. Fuck, she truly is going to be my naughty bitch when I’m done. This is my first rebuild, only worked on a few motorcycles before, but I think I can figure it out. I’ve been grabbing the parts I’ll need for a while now.
    I’m starting with the seat, I had the 2-up seat gel-filled and restitched with red flames. It cool as hell, so I slide it on and bolt it tight, just to see what it looks like. A much needed improvement for her. Now the breakdown begins with draining all the fluids. After that, I’ll remove all the lights, signals, and yank the wires. The handles on her now are trashed, so I’ll replace them with ape hangers, and the exhaust pipes are out of here too, I picked up an old set of fishtails, and finally I’ll remove everything necessary so I can pull the motor.
    With tunes cranking the whole time, I’m in my own little world. I didn’t even notice sunset. Glancing at the clock, it’s after ten at night, so I climb off the concrete floor of my garage, heading in for a shower and bed to crash. I’m exhausted from lack of sleep, no doubt I’ll get some tonight.
    If it hadn’t been for the bike work today, I’d be bat-shit crazy right now from thinking about Brax. He’s the one thing I want out of my mind and the same thing that refuses to leave. As much as I’d like to see him again, I’m not making any moves or going to his place again. I gave Sparks one of my cards and told him to stay in touch. I’m sure he’ll call, who knows when though. I’m going to handle the Aaron situation another way.
    After my shower, I click on the stereo and climb in bed. Six or seven songs play, I lose track, but I feel sleep coming on, and turn on my side situating the pillows. My minds starts to drift off almost immediately into one of those sleeps where you hear the things going on around you, but you’re too wiped out to figure out what it is.
    I roll to my back and open my eyes, snapping out of the hazy dream. My cell rings. It better not be another situation with