Chapter 7
7
LESLIE
I wake slowly, awareness returning in stages.First, the delicious ache between my thighs, reminding me of the hours Ace spent worshipping my body with his hands and mouth.Then, the solid warmth of his chest pressed against my back, one muscular arm banded around my waist holding me close even in sleep.
Carefully, I turn in his embrace until we're face to face.In the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, the hard planes and angles of his features are relaxed, making him look younger.More vulnerable. My heart clenches at the trust he's showing me, letting his guard down like this.
As if sensing my thoughts, his arm tightens around me, tucking me more securely against him.I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in the musky scent of his skin.He stirs, a sleepy rumble vibrating through his chest.
"Mornin'," he rasps, voice rough with sleep.The sound shoots straight to my core."You watching me sleep, darlin'?"
"Maybe," I admit, tracing the tatts on his chest with my fingertips."Does that make me creepy?"
"Makes you fuckin' adorable." He rolls suddenly, pinning me beneath him.I gasp at the feeling of his morning erection pressing insistently against my stomach."Among other things."
His head dips, lips grazing my ear."You sore, baby?"
"A little." I shiver as he trails open-mouthed kisses down my neck."But I like it. Reminds me of how well you fucked me last night."
He groans, hips rocking into mine."Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty."
I grin wickedly, hitching my leg over his hip and using the leverage to flip us so I'm straddling him."Oh yeah? Well, wait until you get my Valentine’s Day gift."
I kiss my way down his chest, learning the ridges and valleys of his muscles with my tongue.He groans when I flick my tongue over his nipple, arching up to give me better access.I lavish attention on the hardened nub before moving lower, trailing kisses over his rippled abs.
"Leslie," he grits out when I bypass his straining cock to nip at his hipbone."Darlin', I'm dyin' here."
"Patience." I echo his words from last night back to him, smirking up at him through my lashes."I've been thinking about this all night.I'm going to take my time with you."
He lets out a strangled curse when I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, squeezing lightly.His cock is thick and heavy in my hand, velvet-covered steel, and I can't resist leaning in to run my tongue along the prominent vein on the underside.
"Fuck!" His hips buck off the bed as I lap at the sensitive spot just below the head.I pin his thighs down with my forearm, taking control.
"Uh-uh, biker boy. I'm running this show now." I punctuate my words with little kitten licks to his weeping slit, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of his pre-cum."You just lay back and let me make you feel good."
Ace groans, fists clenching in the sheets as I slowly pump my hand up and down his rigid length.I tighten my grip, twisting my wrist on the upstroke.His cock twitches in my palm, more moisture beading at the tip.
Unable to resist, I wrap my lips around the swollen head, suckling gently.Ace makes a guttural sound, his stomach muscles quivering under my splayed hand.Emboldened, I take him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his considerable size.
"Fuck, baby," he pants, fighting the urge to thrust up into my mouth.I hum around his thickness, the vibrations making him curse.
Bobbing my head, I set a steady rhythm, taking him as deep as I can on every downstroke.My hand works what I can't fit, stroking and squeezing in counterpoint to the suction of my mouth.Ace is reduced to incoherent groans and grunts above me, his body tensing and flexing with the effort to stay still.
I can tell he's getting close by the way his balls draw up tight, and his cock starts to throb against my tongue.Doubling my efforts, I suck him hard and fast, my cheeks hollowing with the force of it.
"Fuck, Leslie, I'm gonna..." he warns, trying to pull back.But I grab his ass, holding him in place as I take him to the root, swallowing around his spurting cockhead.
"FUCK!" Ace roars, coming hard down my throat.I gulp it down greedily, milking him with my lips and tongue until he's shaking and pushing weakly at my head.
I release him with an obscene pop, licking my lips to catch every pearly drop.Ace hauls me up his body to plunder my mouth, groaning at the taste of himself on my tongue.
"You're going to fucking kill me," he rasps when we finally come up for air.
I grin impishly. "But what a way to go, right?"
He laughs, a deep rumble I feel in my bones."Shower. Now. Before I throw you down and fuck you through this mattress."
Giggling, I run off to the bathroom, squealing as he gets up and chases me.The moment we step under the steaming spray, his hands are on me, pulling my back flush against his chest.
"You drive me fucking wild, you know that?" he growls in my ear, nipping at the sensitive skin just below it."Watching you suck my cock like that, like you couldn't get enough of me... Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you."
"Then take me," I breathe, already aching for him despite the slight soreness from last night's activities."I'm all yours."
With a low groan, Ace spins me to face the tiled wall, kicking my feet apart and forcing me to widen my stance.I brace my hands on the slick surface, shivering as he molds himself along my back.His cock, already hard again, slides between my ass cheeks, making me gasp.
"Keep those hands on the wall, darlin'," he commands roughly, reaching around to palm my breasts."Don't move them unless I say so."
"Yes, Sir," I whimper, arching into his touch as he plucks at my nipples, rolling the hardening buds between his fingers.
One hand drifts lower, skimming over my quivering stomach to delve between my thighs.I cry out when he parts my folds, rubbing firm circles over my clit.
"Always so fucking wet for me," he praises darkly, dipping two fingers into my clenching entrance."This greedy pussy just begs to be filled, doesn't it, baby?"
"God, yes," I pant, rocking back onto his hand, seeking more."Please, Ace, I need your cock."
"Since you asked so nicely..."
He withdraws his fingers, ignoring my whine of protest, and lines himself up with my dripping center.With one hard thrust, he sheaths himself fully inside me, stretching me deliciously.We groan in unison at the sensation of my fluttering walls gripping him like a vise.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he rasps, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a demanding pace."I fucking love how tight you squeeze my cock, like this cunt was made for me."
"It was," I gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the obscene slap of wet skin on skin echoing off the bathroom walls."I was made for you, Ace. Only you."
"Damn right, baby." His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me from behind, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every pass."No one else gets to see you like this, to have you like this.You're mine."
"Yours!" I cry out.
The coil in my belly winds tighter as Ace continues his merciless rhythm, his thick cock driving into me over and over, pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust.
"That's it, baby," he growls, reaching around to rub rapid circles on my clit."Cum on my cock."
With a wordless scream, I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me in wave after wave of intense pleasure.My inner muscles clamp down on his pistoning shaft, fluttering wildly as I'm lost to the overwhelming sensations.
"Fuck, Leslie!" Ace roars, slamming into me one last time before stilling, his cock pulsing as he empties himself deep inside me.I can feel every hot spurt painting my walls, prolonging my own release.
We stay like that for a long moment, both panting harshly as we come down.Ace presses open-mouthed kisses along my neck and shoulders, his hands stroking soothingly over my trembling body.
Eventually, he slips out of me and turns me in his arms.I loop my arms around his neck, sighing contentedly as he nuzzles my temple.We simply hold each other under the warm spray, basking in the afterglow.
"We should actually shower," I murmur after a while, trailing my fingers through the wiry hair on his chest."We have a big day ahead of us."
"Fuck the wedding," Ace grumbles, but he reaches for the body wash all the same."I'd much rather spend all day in bed with you."
"Mmmm, don't tempt me." I tilt my head back as he starts to lather the soap over my body, his touch reverent."But we both know you need to be there.For Emma, if nothing else."
He sighs, working the suds over my breasts and down mystomach."I know. I just hate the thought of watching Lucy play happy family with that prick while I have to pretend the asshole didn't fuck my wife behind myback."
My heart clenches at the rare vulnerability in hisvoice.Cupping his face, I pull him down for a soft, sweetkiss."You won't be pretendingalone.I'll be right there with you, holding your hand and silently plotting creative ways to dispose of thebride."
That startles a laugh out of him, his eyes crinkling at thecorners."Careful, darlin'. Talk like that might make me want to keep those ideas forming in my head that this relationship isn't sofake."
I freeze, my breath catching in mythroat.Does hemean...?
But he's already moving on, turning me so he can wash myback.I try to breathe normally, to act like his casual words didn't strike a chord in mybrain.But I can't. This stopped being fake for me a long time ago, and Shari's right, I need to let him knowthat.
"Ace," I start, gathering mycourage."There's something I need to tellyou--"
CRASH!
The shattering of glass fills the bathroom as something hurtles through the bedroomwindow.Ace immediately pushes me behind him, his body tensing as he shifts from tender lover to lethal MC president in the blink of aneye.
"Stay here," he orders, wrapping a towel around hiswaist.His voice carries that dangerous edge I remember from thebar.
I quickly grab his discarded shirt, following despite hiscommand.In the bedroom, glass litters the floor around a brick wrapped inpaper.Ace's jaw clenches as he reads themessage.
Next time it won't be abrick.Leave the teacher alone, or she'll pay theprice.
The paper crumples in his fist as he pulls out hisphone."Tank. Yeah, now. Geteveryone.Some fucker just threw a brick through my window with a message about Leslie." His voice drops to that deadly calm that makes my blood runcold."Find Ian Davidson. I want himalive.But whoever threw thisbrick?Handle it however you seefit."
He hangs up, crossing to me in twostrides.His hands frame my face, eyes blazing with protectivefury."No one threatens what'smine.I'm ending thistoday."
I should protest that I'm not his, that this was supposed to befake.Instead, I lean into his touch, letting him pull me close as sirens wail in thedistance.
Whatever comes next, there's no morepretending. Not for either ofus.