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

noodles with butter, salt, pepper, and maybe a few shakes of soy sauce. Maybe she would sauté some spinach to toss it in with the pasta.
    While the water boiled and the spinach sizzled away on low Maggie went to the front of the house. She heard the rumble from the street and peaked out the front windows in time to see Ash on his bike cruise slowly by. He saw her peeking out the window and nodded as he passed. Just that little acknowledgement made Maggie catch her breath. “Lord Maggie. You really need to work on some self-control if you’re going to be seeing him every day. Every day. Morning and night….” Maggie paused and assessed her pulse. “Yeah, you’re screwed.”
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 9
    Reef
     
     
    “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Reef screamed and pounded his fists against the steering wheel as he raced toward the gym. He needed to work some of this anger off. It was all he could do not to haul ass up to her door and kill her with his bare fists.
    It was bad enough that she was now traipsing around town with that piece of shit on a motorcycle, but then she had the audacity to look happy . He saw her. She couldn’t deny it. She was laughing and smiling when she walked from her car to her house.
    She barely even glanced around to look for him. She always looked for him when she got out of the car. It was like their little signal that she knew he was there keeping an eye on her. He’d even come to believe that maybe she appreciated knowing he was there watching out for her. But she spent a half hour in the company of that criminal and suddenly she has a smile on her face for the first time in months. Years even.
    He couldn’t remember the last time she’d smiled at him. Not those thin-lipped placating smiles she would offer that made him want to slap her, but a real smile. The kind of smiles she gave him when they were dating. The kind that lit up her face and made him fall in love with her. He hadn’t seen that smile since a few months after their wedding, and now there she was throwing it around for anyone to see, and only minutes after being with the biker. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He bashed the steering wheel again before jerking it around to turn into the parking lot of the gym.
    He needed to lift some weights. He needed to work this aggression out of his system before he drove back to her house and strangled her. He didn’t think he could get away with killing her at this point, and honestly he didn’t want to. He still wanted to make her understand that she was his. That she shouldn’t be smiling for anyone but him.  
    Reef snatched his gym bag from the back seat and headed inside. He barely acknowledged the smoothie girl as he made his way over to the free weights. He grabbed a set of dumb bells and began doing bicep curls while watching his reflection in the mirror. He watched his muscles bunch as he felt the burn. He watched the sweat slide down his arms and torso.
    Working out often reminded him of his father. His father had been a tyrant about health and physical activity. He had taken Reef to body building competitions and harped on him about his diet and daily routine. His father taught him that there was no such thing as perfection. You had to constantly look for the flaws that were inevitably there. You could always be healthier, your house could always be cleaner, your clothes should be spotless and void of creases, and if your wife gave even the barest hint of disobedience you made sure you set that shit straight right away.
    His sister Dove had not come away from their upbringing with the same level of intensity that Reef did. He guessed maybe she just wasn’t able to understand their father the way Reef did. She was a woman. She would never process life with the same amount of common sense and drive that a man would. He occasionally felt bad that his only living family, his baby sister, no longer spoke to him.
    She used to come for yearly visits. He had been very careful to only