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To Find Love Again

By Presley's Angel All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Other

Chapter 3

Josiah only had to wait one ring before Lucas picked up sounding half asleep.

“Lucas Lawson.”

“Good morning Lucas, this is Josiah. I need a painter, a good one, today.”

“Uh...and you’re calling me about this why?” Lucas asked, then yawned.

Josiah laughed and said, “Because you have lived here a long time, so you should know things. Now use that big shot lawyer attitude and get me a painter here within the hour. Thanks.” Then he hung up on Lucas with a smirk.

“Wow Mr. A aren’t you feeling bossy this morning.”

He turned to see Jem standing there. “That’s how you get things done, don’t give them time to argue. Always be polite though, notice I said thanks.”

Jem gave him a pouty face and asked, “Is that a dig at me?”

Josiah sighed at her childishness, he didn’t have time for it. So, turning on the stool to stare out the window he told her, “Jem, you are a pretty girl, but you need to learn one thing.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” Jem questioned, sounding a bit belligerent.

“You’ll catch more flies with honey then with vinegar.”

“Ew! Why would I want to catch flies?” Jem asked incredulously.

“That’s an expression Jem!” The cook, James, hollered from across the café.

Jem turned to look at James and asked, “Okay then Mr. Know-it-all, what does it mean?”

“It means… I bet Carol gets better tips because she smiles and talks sweet. Unlike you who forgets to even take a customer their drink...” James voice faded as Josiah tuned him out.

Josiah turned once more to stare out the window, thinking about what still needed to be done. That’s when movement caught his eye. So, standing, he moved closer to the door.

Across the street he saw Brooke, the woman from the lawyer’s office walking. She looked like a woman on a mission, head high, walking along at a fast clip.

What he noticed though, as she passed, was the way she filled out the pair of jeans she had on. They were faded, and lovingly hugged her curves, and oh did that woman have sexy curves!

Josiah soon realized that he wasn’t the only one thinking that, because four men passed her, and all four turned back to watch her sway her way down the sidewalk. She paid them no mind though and kept right on walking.

The fifth guy didn’t though.

No, that one made a complete one eighty and turned around. He must have called out to her because she stopped. It looked as if he was doing some fast talking, but she shook her head and turned to leave.

The man then grabbed Brooke by her arm and Josiah tensed up. For some reason, the man touching her bothered him. He didn’t know where the feeling came from, but it was a feeling of...wanting to protect her. He also felt almost possessive over her, as if she was his and his alone.

These strange feelings he was having over a woman he’d only met once puzzled him greatly. Not only because she was a stranger to him, but because he hadn’t felt that way about a woman since his wife Misty.

At the thought of his wife, his right hand moved up to rub over the tattoo that simply said ‘Misty’ on his left forearm. He missed her, had loved her dearly, but he was lonely and ready to move on. Maybe, just maybe Brooke is the woman who can fill the lonely places in my heart and in my life. I think I’d at least like to give it a chance, if she’ll let me.

He saw then that Brooke was trying to pry the man’s hand off her arm, but he wasn’t letting go.

“Uh, uh buddy. You won’t be assaulting a woman on my watch,” he muttered to himself.

Then, he headed out the door and across the street, ready to do some damage if need be.


Josiah walked up, catching part of their conversation.

“Look Ron, just leave me alone,” Brooke was pleading. “You should know by now that I’m not interested in you, at ALL!”

“Oh, come on BB, you know that isn’t true. You know you enjoyed our last date,” Ron said with a smirk on his face.

I’d like to smack that smirk off his face, Josiah growled internally.

Brooke looked almost ready to cry now. “Stop it Ron! That wasn’t me and you know it! You gave me something that made me...!”

“Keep telling yourself that BB, but you were just too good at it for it to have been the first time you’d done it. Personally, I think you’d been holding out on me,” Ron said with a mocking laugh. He then moved closer to her and pushed her up against the building.

Now that he’d gotten close enough to do something, Josiah almost snarled as he said, “I think the lady asked you to leave her alone.”

Ron turned to look at Josiah. As he did, he also moved away from Brooke.

Josiah held out his hand to Brooke and said, “Come here Brooke.”

Brooke moved quickly away from Ron, a relieved look on her face, as she took Josiah’s hand.

Josiah could feel the tremble in her fingers as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

She stood staring at him for a moment, and he figured she was wondering if she’d jumped from the pan into the fire.

Josiah gave her a smile. He then reminded her, “We met yesterday, I’m Josiah, remember? I won’t hurt you.”

She gave him a small nod. Then she softly said, “I remember.”

“Who told you to butt into my business? BB is mine, go find your own woman!” Ron snapped as he made a grab for Brooke.

Josiah grabbed Ron’s wrist and pressured back on it. It wasn’t enough to break it, though he easily could have, but it was just enough pressure to make it hurt. He then snarled, “I saw nothing that would lead me to believe she’s your girl. Now, she’s going to come with me and you’re going to leave her alone. This will be your first, and last, warning.”

Then Josiah wrapped his arm around Brooke, leading her back across the street to the café. When they reached it, he ignored everyone’s curious looks and lead her to the back office. After showing her in, he closed the door and turned her to face him.

“Are you alright baby? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He asked her gently as he took hold of her arm to look for bruising.

She shook her head but didn’t say a word.

He looked into those green eyes and lost himself in them. He felt like she could see all the way to his soul. All his pain, all his disappointments, as well as all his joys.

“Why do you call me baby?” She asked him in a whisper.

He felt a heat flood his face when she asked him that. He really hadn’t intended to call her a pet name, it just slipped out.

I mean seriously! I just met the girl, but when I saw her walking down the sidewalk, oblivious to the stares all I could think about was that old country song, ‘Baby’s got her blue jeans on’! He thought as he felt his face heat up. Yeah, that’s right, big tough biker guy listening to county music. Aren’t I supposed to be listening to rock and roll or something? He gave an internal snort at his own thoughts, whatever!

“Um...sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“No need to be sorry because it doesn’t upset me. I was just surprised that’s all,” she murmured. Then her tongue slipped out to wet those full, kissable lips.

He barely held back a groan. Suddenly, he wasn’t thinking with his head anymore, which caused him to step closer to her. He watched as her eyes widened, and her breathing pick up. He then said, “Baby, you do something to me that hasn’t been done in three years.”

“What did I do?”

He kept walking forward, and she moved backward, until he had her backed up between him and the desk. His hands moved to grip her waist as he leaned in, unable to resist her any longer and as he moved close to her ear, he whispered, “You’ve made me aroused.”

Then, unable to help himself, he kissed her! He moaned at how soft her lips were and plundered them like a starving man. He felt her hands slowly move his chest, causing him to moan again.

She grabbed a hold of his t-shirt as he rubbed his lower body against her. This move caused her to make a feminine sound, causing his blood to heat and his cock to harden.

He lifted her up to place her on the desk. With one hand, he moved her thighs apart, so he could stand between them. His other hand moved to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back to give him access to her neck. He next began to trail kisses down her throat.

“Josiah” she whimpered.

“Mm...?”

“I...”

He pulled back, trying to clear the sensual fog from his head as he realized what he was doing.

He wanted her so badly, wanted to bury himself deep inside her, losing himself in her wet heat. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, but he knew deep down that no matter how much he wanted her, he couldn’t have her. Not like this, he’d just met her, and he had no right to use her body that way.

It was wrong of him, he’d been raised better than that. His Mom, and his Pops, would roll in their graves if he used a woman just for his own satisfaction.

So, he started to back away from her, only to have her wrap her legs tight around his hips. This move put his hardened arousal right where it so badly wanted to be. Gritting his teeth, trying to hold back, he whispered, “Brooke we shouldn’t, we’re practically strangers.”

“I know,” she whispered back. “But it feels so good and I…I like it.” Then her hand was moving, pushing his shirt off his shoulder. She kissed and licked, then she bit down low on his neck and sucked.

The feelings that the simple act of her giving him a love bite was unreal and pushed him right back into a fog filled desire! Misty had never given him a love bite, so the feeling of receiving his first one had him once more grinding against the woman under him. He was now almost crazy with the need to make her his, strangers or not.

With a low groan, he yanked himself away from her, breathing hard. “Baby, we can’t, this isn’t right.”

He backed up slightly from her.

She straightened her clothes, her face bright red. “I-I’m sorry Josiah,” she whispered. “I’ve just never felt that way before and…”

“No, baby don’t. Don’t apologize for something I started,” he said as he moved back toward her, his arousal now semi under control. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman and I got carried away.”

She lifted her eyes to look in to his and whispered, “Okay, but I want you to know, I liked it and….”

“And what?”

She cleared her throat and looked back down as she said, “I wouldn’t mind it, if you kissed me again sometime.”

“I’d like that too,” he murmured as he lifted her chin to give her a light kiss. He then stepped back once more. Before he could say anything else though, there was a tap on the door. Turning to look at the door, he called out, “Yes?”

“Mr. A, the painter is here,” Jem called out from the other side of the door.

“Tell him I’ll be right there,” he answered.

“Alright,” Jem said.

Then they heard her footsteps as she walked away.

He turned and looked at Brooke as he said, “I need to take care of this, but would you take a ride with me afterward?”

She gave a nod as she smoothed back her hair.

“Alright, come on then,” he murmured before taking her hand and leading her out of the office.


Brooke walked out of the office, her hand in Josiah’s, on shaky legs. She didn’t know whether she should be embarrassed at her actions, or excited that a man she’d just met had given her so much pleasure with just his kisses and a few touches. Having never know the good kind of love from a man, she was leaning toward snatching the happiness he’d given her and running with it! True, they had just met, but she felt it would be super easy to fall for this sweet biker man.

She had heard the whispers of course, after he rode in on that big motorcycle of his. How motorcycle clubs were full of nothing but thugs and criminals.

Nothing about him seems to scream thug or criminal though, she thought.

Her own mother had grumbled on and on about how Mr. Tucker had left his business to a criminal. Mom said it wasn’t right, and that Rose’s Café should have been left to Marg, since she’d been running the place.

Brooke herself didn’t care who Rose’s Café had been left to. After meeting Josiah though, she was glad it had been left to him because it had brought him here for her to meet.

After overhearing Lucas and Mr. Lawson talking yesterday, she decided Josiah deserved the business he had been left.

Mr. Lawson told Lucas that Josiah was a good man, and that his club didn’t do guns and drugs. Instead, they owned all kinds of businesses, and apparently one of them was even a heart surgeon. He told Lucas that owning a motorcycle didn’t make him a criminal.

Brooke also heard him say that running his club was all that had kept Josiah sane when he lost his wife. She couldn’t believe he had been married. She had to wonder who his wife was and how long they were married. Did he have kids? How old was he anyway? He didn’t look much older than her own twenty-two so...

“Brooke? Are you ready?”

She blinked up at Josiah who was looking at her, his head cocked. Not quite knowing what he’d said she asked, “I’m sorry, what?”

He chuckled. “I asked if you’re ready to go.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m ready,” she answered, feeling her face heat with embarrassment.

Josiah just chuckled again, and after kissing her cheek, he led her out the door. As he led the way to where his motorcycle was parked, he asked, “Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?”

“No, but I’m always up for trying new things,” she said with a grin.

“Okay then, here’s my helmet. I know it will be a bit big but...” he shrugged, “safety first and all that.”

So, after helping her put it on, he helped her onto his motorcycle before getting on himself.

“The motorcycle shop I’m now the proud owner of, is in the next town over,” he told her. “So, hold on tight.”

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and with a roar of the engine, they were off.

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