Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Liz
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. I imagine if Memaw were looking down on me right now, she’d be turning in her grave. I’ll have to get out my cards and see what she’s thinking. That’s something Ace doesn’t know about me and I don’t know if I have the will to tell him and lose the way he looks at me now. Every time someone finds out about who my Memaw is, it sends them running far away from me.
With the way Ace makes me feel beautiful, wanted and respected, I don’t want to lose that, but I won’t hide who I am either. With my mind made up and me fully clothed, I can think properly again. I head for the door and wait for Ace. I turn around and lean against the wood, watching him. Can he handle what I am and where I came from? I watch him slide on a pair of jeans over his long muscular legs. I notice Ace’s tattoo crawling over his back. It’s a full-back tattoo with the Savage Saints logo. Normally I find full tattoos gaudy, but the way it’s designed, it’s nothing but flawless, making him even more appealing.
I love tattoos, which is why I have a ton of them, but nothing of this detail. I’d love to meet the artist who did this one. Ace slides a shirt over his head, covering up his body and I lose my eye candy. I think I whimper cause his head whips in my direction with a smirk on his face.
“Something on your mind, Sweet Cheeks?”
My face flames red from embarrassment. “Nope. I’m good. You ready to eat?”
Ace stalks over and pins me against the door. His nose drifts down the column of my neck, inhaling my scent. “For more than food, but I need to keep you fueled for what I have planned next. We only have a few hours until I have to leave and I’m going to spend it reminding you who you belong to when I’m gone. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for days.”
“Promises, promises,” I whisper against his skin.
“A promise I will keep.” Ace nips at my neck sending a tingle down my spine.
“What are we waiting for then? I’m starving and you’re stalling.”
Ace releases me from the door and pulls it open. The music from downstairs pours up into the hallway making the walls vibrate. “I’m going to warn you again, Liz. There will be some things you’ll see down there that might make you blush. But you’re safe with me. No one will touch you or do anything to you. My brothers are down there, letting off steam and partying it up since most of us are leaving in a few hours. Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve got you.”
Ace puts his arm around my shoulder, kissing the top of my head. I love it when he does this. “OK, let’s get this done with. If this is going to be my life, I’ll need to get used to it. But Ace.” I look up at him to make sure he’s paying attention to me. “I’m not as innocent as you think I am. I might not know much about the biker's life, but I do know about sex. I grew up in the swamps of Louisiana with a grandmother people turned to for help. God rest her soul.” I rub the crystal around my neck while my thoughts drift to the sweet, no-nonsense woman I love with all my heart. Everyone around her loved and respected her just the same. Well almost everyone. Someone killed her and I don’t know who or why. But it’s something I need to find out. And when I do, those fuckers will pay for messing with my family. Maybe Ace and the Savage Saints can help? Can I bring him into my world and get the answers I need?
“You’ll have to tell me about her when you’re ready. I’d love to hear more.” Ace says pulling me out of the darkness trying to take over. The look in his eyes tells me he knows where my head was going. Maybe we’re more alike than I thought.
“That would be wonderful. But not tonight. There’s so much to say, we wouldn’t have time.”
“I’ll be here and ready to listen when you’re ready to talk.”
We make our way down the stairs and the first thing I see is the guy Tex from the mechanic shop getting a blow job from some girl with chestnut brown hair. I avert my eyes to give them some privacy. I laugh a little and tuck my head into Ace’s chest. I can hear the deep rumble of his voice against my ear. We make our way to the kitchen but before we enter through the door, Ace loudly knocks and shouts before walking in. I look up at him with a raised brow.
“The kitchen isn’t a safe place to just walk right into. I don’t know how many times I’ve caught either Kayne and Poison or Blayde and Siren in compromising positions.” We enter the kitchen and Kayne and Poison are fixing their clothes. Her hair is a mess and Kayne has a satisfied look on his face.
“Oh my God. That’s funny. Has anyone ever caught you in a compromising position?” I tease. I really want to know the answer but am afraid to ask.
Poison snorts. “Ace has never been caught in a compromising position.” She stands up and makes her way to the fridge pulling two waters out. She hands one to Kayne and sits on his lap. “I think that might change though.”
“Poison.” Ace growls.
“What?” She bats her eyelashes like she's all innocent and sweet. “I’m not saying you’re a prude, Ace. I’m saying what you do, stays behind closed doors.” Poison looks me over and smiles. “But I have a feeling that might change.” She winks at me and turns her attention back to Kayne.
“Sit here.” Ace pulls out the barstool at the island. He glares at Poison, “I’ll keep you over here so she can’t corrupt your mind while I fix us something to eat.”
Poison laughs as I take a seat. “Oh, c’mon Ace. I’m just teasing you. It’s good to see someone finally catch your attention.”
“Poison,” Kayne growls low in his throat warning her. “Leave the man alone and stop meddling.”
Ace told me Kayne’s word is law so it doesn’t surprise me when Poison stops and huffs out a breath. “Keep it up woman and I’ll punish your ass.”
“Promise?” Poison grabs Kayne’s face and kisses him hard. You can feel the love the two of them share and it feels like I’m imposing by watching such an intimate scene. I find myself craving what they have. Is it something Ace and I might have? It’s hard to say this early on, but I flick my eyes to him and he’s watching me with a hunger radiating from his whisky-colored eyes. I bit my lip and he groans. He’s affected the same way I am.
“C’mon, let’s give Ace and Liz some time alone. You can meddle later.” Kayne stands and lifts Poison with him. She wraps her legs around his waist as they exit the kitchen, leaving Ace and me alone.
A powerful surge of something I can’t put my finger on radiates from my body as Ace stalks over to me with two bowls of food in his hands. He gently sets them on the counter and sits next to me. Ace slides my stool until I’m practically straddling him and we eat in a comfortable silence, stealing looks and touches. Once I’m finished, I push my bowl away and wait for Ace. Being this close to him sets my skin on fire. Like I can’t stop touching him. There’s something about him that drives me insane with want and need.
Ace brings his nose against the side of my neck and licks my skin causing goosebumps to roll down my spine. I try to hold back a whimper, but he’s been teasing me since we got down here and I want him. I want him like I’ve never wanted another man in my life.
I bring my lips to Ace’s and kiss him hard. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling his waist. My greedy core pressed against the bulge behind his jeans. I want him inside of me, I don’t want to wait. I unhook his belt and pull down the zipper of his jeans. I do the same with my jeans and pull them down one leg. Ace doesn’t say a word but sits back in the barstool and lets me do what I want. I straddle him again, sinking onto his thick shaft.
“Fuck.” Ace hisses through clenched teeth. My core contracts around him.
“God damn it, Ace. You feel so good.” I kiss him hard and push down onto his shaft all the way. I raise my hips and push back down again. Ace’s grip on my hips tightens as he thrusts up into me.
“Oh fuck, Liz. You’re driving me crazy.” Ace groans. He bites my nipple through my bra and piston his hips, hitting the right spots.
I shift down onto him at the same time he thrusts his hips, causing friction on my nub, sending me spiraling higher and higher. My toes curl and a deep sensation rolls into my gut. “I’m coming Ace. Fuck. I’m coming.” And I do. I come so hard, my vision blurs and it feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
“Fuck, keep going, Sweet Cheeks. I’m right there with you.” Ace growls against my neck. I slide up and down his shaft, soaking him. He swells inside of me and grips my back, pushing me down onto him when he pushes up into me, sending me over the edge again. Ace empties himself inside of me. Breathing hard, I curl into Ace’s arms and let my body relax against him.
“Damn it. Not you too!” A deep throaty laugh comes from the door but I’m too worn out to look and see who it is.
“Fuck off.” Ace’s grip tightens around me and I snuggle into him further totally spent. Ace kisses the side of my head. “Let’s take this upstairs.”
I reluctantly climb off him, missing his warmth and we go upstairs. We make love and talk late into the night and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. I don’t know when it happened, but sometime throughout the night, something between us shifted and I don’t want to be anywhere but with Ace for the rest of my life.
When I wake up, I’m groggy, confused and disconnected. My thighs ache deliciously and most of what happened in the last twenty-four hours comes flooding back. I peel one eye open. Ace is sleeping next to me and I take my time observing him. He’s on his back with his left leg out from under the covers, showing me his smooth, muscular tattoo covered thigh. His left arm, also covered in tattoos, is draped over his eyes and his mouth is partially open. There’s a dark shadow forming on his face from not shaving and it ramps his sex appeal up to smoking hot.
My gaze travels down to his lightly dusted dark chest hair. He has skulls and a pair of red boxing gloves covering his chest trailing down to his abs. He has a flaming ace sleeve tattoo on his right arm. The smoke from the ace opens up to a grim reaper that expands his right shoulder and disappears out of sight. This man is a walking work of art and sex appeal and I’m not sure what he sees in me. I’m as plain Jane as they come. The only thing even slightly appealing on me are my Voodoo tattoos.
Before I can gaze even further down his body, Ace’s raspy voice pulls my eyes up to meet his. “Are you done checking me out or do you want me to pretend to sleep some more? Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll lift the covers.”
My mouth drops open from being caught checking Ace out and my cheeks flame as bright as my hair. “I wasn’t...”
“Don’t even say it. I could feel your eyes all over me.” He rolls to his side so we’re face to face. His whiskey-colored eyes are lighter than normal. I bring a fingertip to his cheek and lightly caress his face. A shudder wracks through Ace’s body and he groans, pulling me against him. I straddle his thighs and plant kisses across his face. His light beard scratches my lips. We’re both naked from last night and it’s easy for me to slide down onto his growing shaft. I’m soaked and he slides right in. We both exhale at the same time.
Ace grips my hips hard enough to bruise, but I’m so lost in the feel of him, I don’t care. He lifts me and pulls me down onto him at the same time he lifts his hips and slams into me. “Holy shit, Ace. Fuck that feels good.” I slide onto him at the same time he impales me. I’m so close to an orgasm, I can’t breathe.
“Fuck, Liz. I’m not going to last long.” Ace bites my neck hard enough to leave a mark but I don’t care. I sit up, driving Ace deeper into my swollen, greedy core. I ride him, swiveling my hips back and forth. Ace sits up with me, his huge hands expanding across my back. I come so hard, I can’t think, let alone breathe. Ace moans before he swells inside of me.
“Fuck. Me. Liz.” He grunts against my chest. I feel another orgasm right on the brink and I keep moving my hips, sheathing him even tighter. “I’m coming.”
“So am I again, Ace.”
Ace cups my face and he explodes inside of me at the same time he kisses me and I follow right behind him. His kiss turns from frantic to tender before we both need to breathe.
Ace flops back onto the bed, pulling me with him. He’s still inside of me but he’s growing soft. “Hmm... That’s the best wake-up call ever.” Ace kisses the top of my head and his fingers gently caress my back. Once my breathing evens out, I kiss his chest, right over the red boxing gloves and climb off him. Ace doesn’t take his eyes off me. It should make me nervous, but it doesn’t. “That’s the most fucking beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
“What? Your come dripping between my legs?” I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. There’s no shame in our game.
“That and the just thoroughly fucked look you have going on. I’ve marked you woman. You’re mine now.” Ace climbs out of bed and scoops me up over his shoulder so my bare ass is in the air.
“Ace, what are you doing?”
“Getting you clean to get you dirty again before I have to leave.” He swats my ass with an open palm before running his nose along my thigh and inhaling. “You smell like sweetness, sex and a dirty biker. I love it.” For some reason, that turns me on again, but I don’t tell him that. I’ve turned into a God-dam nympho around this man. I need to control myself or I’ll never know if what we have is strictly sex or something more.
Ace slides me down his body and I cup his face. “Ace, we need to stop. I need a break.”
“You’ll get a break when I leave. I want you to feel me until I come back, hungry for me.” He kisses me hard and my willpower snaps. I kiss him back with everything I have. Fuck it, he’s leaving for a while and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted another man in my life. Pouring every emotion I’m feeling into this kiss, I give in. Ace growls low in his throat and before I know it, my ass is planted on the bathroom countertop and he’s pounding into me hard and fast. I’m coming and my orgasm detonates like the Fourth of July firework show. Once he comes inside of me again, we take a shower where we get clean and dirty at the same time.
What is this man doing to me? He’s driving me insane with lust, want, hunger and need. He’s satisfying me in ways I’ve never been satisfied before. He’s my addiction and I don’t want to give up this drug. Not now, not ever.
I send up a silent prayer to Memaw to keep her eyes closed while I find myself and who I want to be. Because I have a feeling deep down, that I’ve been living under a rock, hiding in the shadows of who I really am, and Ace is the man who will help me spread my wings and fly.