Free Steel Love: Alpha BBW Motorcycle Romance by P.J. Rider

her shoulders as his mouth trailed down her neck. Lord that made her heat up.
    As Maggie pushed the key into the lock on her front door she heard the loud screech of tires and turned in time to see a blue car race past her house and down the street. “That was weird.” She thought to herself as she watched the taillights fade. Drag racing was not a common occurrence in this quiet old neighborhood, but it was probably just some punk kid messing around. She unlocked the door quickly and slipped inside closing it behind her and throwing the dead bolt.
    The tightness in her shoulders let go as she leaned back against the door with a sigh. She never felt safer then when she was in her house. This was home. This was where nothing bad could ever happen to her.
    Maggie moved through the house taking stock of the doors and windows. Even though this was the one place in her life where she did feel completely safe, part of the reason for that was her ability to have complete knowledge and control of her environment.
    No one came in or out of her house without her knowing. She had little safe guards set up all over. Little signs to let her know if someone had broken in while she was gone. Like flowers in vases on windowsills set just perfectly so she would know if they had been moved. A dish of stones, one in the center with writing on it, set exactly in the center of the sill so she could read it standing at the window. If anything was even slightly out of place Maggie would know.
    After making her way through all the downstairs rooms and confirming everything was in place she went up the stairs to her bedroom switching on the lights as she went. Illuminating the dark corners. When she got to the top of the stairs she put the baby gate in place with the bells on it. It leaned lightly across the threshold, not locked down into place but just sort of sat there. It was easy enough to climb over but if someone even brushed against, or lifted it to move it out of their way, the bells would ring.
    The last of her safeguards was the house alarm. Maggie was a huge fan of horror movies in her teens and knew that alarms could be disabled by simply cutting a few wires so in reality this was more for show then anything, but it didn’t hurt to have it set. She liked that the keypad was at the top of the stairs, and not by the front door. She only set it at night when she was going to bed, or when she was getting ready to take a shower.
    Maggie walked into her bedroom at the end of the hall. Her father’s room was slightly bigger then hers and had a private bath, but it faced the back yard. Maggie liked to be able to look out her window to the front yard if she heard anything or was feeling nervous. Someday she would move into the larger room. After the divorce was final.
    Sometimes it felt odd being back in her old room after so much time away. The lilac walls that were freshly painted when she was thirteen now faded. She’d had to beg her father to let her paint the walls. He was hesitant to see the yellow paint and duck print wallpaper border removed. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she wasn’t a baby anymore, or that her mother had picked out the color and border that made her father so reluctant. She had begged him for nearly six months and he had finally given in by surprising her on her thirteenth birthday.
    Maggie still remembered that day so vividly. Her birthday had fallen on a Sunday that year. Every year from as far back as she could remember he would take her for her favorite breakfast at the diner in town; stuffed French toast with bananas, strawberries, blueberries, and topped with whip cream.
    She was so stuffed after eating that he had to push and cajole her to go into the home improvement store with him. She didn’t want to, but he made her go. She walked alongside him, hands stuffed in her pockets, trying to ignore her bloated stomach when she realized her dad was no longer beside her. She’d turned and looked back