Kace (Shattered Souls MC Book 3)

by Heather Dahlgren

  KACE

  Heather Dahlgren

  Contents

  Also By Heather Dahlgren

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Note From The Author

  About The Author

  Acknowledgments

  Other Books by Heather Dahlgren

  Heather Dahlgren

  Copyright © 2020 Heather Dahlgren

  Cover Design: Emma Nichole

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  For my handsome son and beautiful daughters. You are all growing up and I’m so incredibly proud of each of you. Never let anything stand in the way of your dreams!

  Also By Heather Dahlgren

  Shattered Souls MC

  Brooks Madden – President

  Enzo Hynes - Vice President

  Zane Madden - SGT at Arms

  Kace Chambers - Member

  Riley Giddens - Member

  Porter Lawson - Member

  Alex Mannes - Member

  Finn Ganley - Prospect

  Raging Devils MC

  Hawk – President

  Bane – Vice President

  Damon – Member

  Casper – Member

  Prologue

  Kace

  “Congratulations, brother. No one deserves this more than you,” I say, giving Zane a quick hug. It’s been a day long in the making, watching Zane and Harper get married. They’ve walked through the flames of hell to get here, so when I tell Zane no one deserves it more, I fucking mean it.

  “Thanks, Kace. I don’t think I would’ve survived everything without you.” He grins at me but is quickly distracted by his new bride.

  I laugh and grab a beer from a bartender that Harper brought over from Souls Two. “You better get back to your bride if you are gonna get lucky tonight,” I say, laughing as I watch Harper with her hands on her hips.

  He slaps my back and smiles up at me. “Oh, don’t worry about me getting any tonight, that’s a fucking given.” He glances over at Ivy and back to me. “Maybe you should be the one trying to get lucky tonight.”

  “Fuck off,” I say, only half joking.

  “Come on, the best man and maid of honor, it doesn’t get any more cliche than that,” he teases, not picking up on the fact I’m done with this conversation.

  Harper, thankfully, interrupts. “Kace, I’m gonna need my husband,” she says, grabbing his hand.

  “All yours,” I say, waving my beer.

  I was a little surprised at their choice to have the wedding at Souls, but seeing it all now, it makes sense. The tables are all moved to the side, creating a big dance floor. The DJ they hired is set up on the stage, keeping the music flowing. It’s more like a party then a wedding. Harper is in a black dress, Zane is in jeans, there aren’t flowers all over or tablecloths. It’s the perfect Shattered Souls type wedding.

  My eyes drift to Ivy as she dances. She’s got on a strapless, short, red dress that is tight until her waist and then it kinda flares out. Her long brown hair is curly and all up, showing off her slender shoulders. She’s got on these black heels that are so damn high she’s probably close to my neck. She’s short as hell. Normally, she just about reaches my chest. She looks fucking hot and she’s had my dick pressing against my zipper all day.

  Who the fuck am I kidding, she’s had the attention of my dick since I dragged her out of her house all those months ago. She was yelling and honestly pissed off. She was this little angry ball of fire, it was hot. But, once she said she was scared of us, it was like someone splashed cold water on me. We’ve been fighting the attraction for months now and fuck it’s been hard, literally, but I can’t go there. She deserves more than I’ll ever be willing to give her. She’s innocent, naive to this world. I’m not looking for a relationship, but I have no doubt she is. I’m not going to hurt her by starting something I’ll never finish. A fuck buddy would be one thing, but a girlfriend isn’t something I’m willing to even entertain. She deserves a guy that wants the same things as her. All she’d get from me is my dick.

  “Damn, how many shots have you tossed back?” Riley asks, laughing.

  I glance down and smile. “Shit.”

  “You trying to drink away your hard on?”

  “Fuck you, Riley,” I say, shoving him.

  “Oh, fuck no, not at my wedding,” Harper yells, stepping between us.

  Riley slings his arm over her bare shoulders, laughing. “No fighting, but fucking is okay, right sweetheart?”

  I want to rip his beating heart out, but instead I grab a beer and walk away. The last thing I want to do is cause shit for Harper. I sit down at an empty table and tip back my beer. Ivy comes into view and I close my eyes. The urge to drag her into one of the rooms in the back is getting the best of me. The alcohol I didn’t even realize I was tossing back, is sloshing around my head, making the idea sound good.

  “Hey.”

  I snap my eyes open and they crash into Ivy’s soft brown orbs. She’s chewing on her bottom lip, that is still bright red from her lipstick. Fuck. I clear my throat and tip my chin. “Hey.”

  She pulls out a chair and sits next to me. “It was a beautiful wedding, don’t you think?”

  I look down at her, grinning. “Yeah.”

  “Why are you sitting here alone? I figured you’d be out there dancing with Zane and the others,” she questions.

  We barely talk, so this is strange. Maybe she’s been drinking as much as I have. “I’m just watching.”

  She slowly nods her head, keeping her focus on the dance floor. “I know you’re a good dancer.”

  Her voice is so soft and sweet, almost nervous. It shouldn’t turn me on like it is. I finish off my beer and turn in my chair to face her. “You remember that, huh?”

  It seems so long ago that we danced. She’d just come around at that point and I was determined to prove that I wasn’t someone she should be scared of. We didn’t talk, we just danced. If I was a different guy, I would’ve kissed her that night. But even then I knew she deserved more.

  “Of course, I do. I remember everything, Kace,” she whispers, peeking at me from under her long lashes.

  Fuck.Me. “Ivy, go back to the dance floor,” I warn.

  She searches my face, but I have no idea what the hell she’s looking for. Whatever it is she’s not gonna find it.

  “Why?” she asks so quietly I’m not even sure she asked it. But her heated eyes are waiting, so I know she did.

  “Sweetheart, I’m drunk and I’m pretty sure you are too. Staying here with me is going to have us both giving in to everything we’ve been fighting.” I run my hand through my hair and sigh. “We’ve been
fighting it for a reason.”

  She bites that fucking lip again and I just about lose my resolve. “I’m going back home after the wedding. There’s no reason for me to stick around. Working at Souls Two has been amazing, but I was offered a job in California and I’m going to take it. Fresh start and all.”

  “You’re leaving?” I nearly yell.

  “It’s time I start living my life. Being here just reminds me of all the mistakes I’ve made or chances I never took. I’m ready for something more.”

  Even knowing that I would never have anything with her, the fact that she won’t be around all the time is beyond disappointing. At this moment, I kinda wish I did get to know her better. Maybe, become her friend. I glance out to Harper and Zane dancing and I wonder if they know and didn’t tell me. It’s not like I can do or say anything about it, even if they did. I’m not anything more than a guy that she hung out with for months, but never alone. I guess Harper was right when she said we were like a bunch of horny teenagers, finding any reason to hangout without hanging out. It almost makes me laugh, but I look down at Ivy’s soft brown eyes and it turns into a sigh.

  “I would’ve liked to be better friends, but it is what it is. I do wish you the best though,” I say, forcing a grin. She visibly swallows and bites that lip. I reach over, using my thumb to pull it from between her teeth. “You need to stop doing that, sweetheart.”

  Her eyes bounce between mine, searching for something again. “Why?”

  “Because it makes me want to suck on that lip,” I honestly say.

  She blushes, dipping her head. After a few minutes she lifts her head and I see the heat in her eyes. “You need to stop playing with that lip ring for the same reason.”

  My dick presses even harder against my zipper as I move closer to her. I rest my arm behind her on the chair, moving close to her ear. “My lip ring turns you on, huh?”

  She turns her head, our lips just a breath away from each other. “Fuck yes,” she whispers.

  Between my dick and the alcohol, I am no longer in charge. My head is swimming and my dick is begging for attention. I bite her ear lobe and she sucks in a breath. “You should see my other piercings, sweetheart.”

  I pull back and her shocked, yet curious eyes are wide. Her plump lips begin to lift, and I know I’m going to do something I shouldn’t. She surprises the fuck out of me when she leans over and whispers, “Show me.”

  I sit up straight, looking to see if she’s going to laugh or tell me she’s joking. However, there is no sign of that. Her intense eyes, flushed face, and increased breathing tell me she’s serious. I rub the back of my neck and blow out a breath.

  “Ivy, I’m not looking for a relationship or anything,” I quickly say.

  She giggles and stands up, holding her hand out. “I’m leaving in a few days, Kace. I’m not looking for anything either.” She nods her head to the door that leads to the back and smiles. “Now show me.”

  Who the fuck am I to reject her? I’ve been waiting months to know what it feels like to fuck her. I stand up and grab her tiny hand, leading her to the door. I push it open and the blasting music, loud voices, and constant laughter are silenced when it closes behind us. I don’t say anything as I escort her to a room. Once inside, I close the door, locking it. It looks similar to all the other rooms here. Ugly brown walls, a dresser, a bed, and a bathroom. It’s made for fucking and sleeping, not much more. My eyes drag down Ivy’s sexy body and I’m hoping for fucking and no sleep.

  “Take off your dress,” I demand, stepping closer to her.

  She bites her lip and I wrap my large arm around her tiny waist, pulling her to me. My mouth crashes to hers and I suck that bottom lip into my mouth. She lets out a soft moan and my fingers sink into her side. I don’t kiss her though. I pull back, my eyes crazy as I look at her. “I fucking told you not to do that,” I breathlessly say. I step back and cross my arms. “Take off your dress.”

  This time she obeys, reaching back to the zipper. I watch every move like I need to commit it to memory. The way the curls in her hair bounce as she turns her head. The way her slender arms reach back and tighten as she works down the zipper. The way her breathing picks up as she turns around, letting her dress pool at her feet. Fuck.

  My eyes travel from her heated brown eyes, down to her red lips, and continue to her tits, which are on full display. Her hard, pink nipples tell me she’s as turned on as I am. Her body is even more breathtaking than I ever imagined, and I fucking imagined. Her skin looks like silk, her waist is as small as she is, but damn her tits are either fake or she has the best tits I’ve ever seen. I adjust my cock through my jeans as my eyes travel further down to her black thong. The need to rip it off of her to finally see her completely naked is causing me to shake. I swallow and clear my throat.

  “Fuck, you are incredibly beautiful, Ivy,” I say.

  “Thank you,” she whispers.

  I once again pull her to me, my hand resting on her ass, as my eyes burn into hers. “Tell me again this is nothing more than one night,” I order.

  Her hands run up my chest and her eyes widen when she feels that my nipples are pierced. I’m briefly surprised Harper never told her, but that is an extremely brief thought when Ivy’s sweet, soft voice says, “Kace, I want one night with you. I’ve fought the want for so long, I deserve this before I leave. No guilt, no promises, no regrets.”

  “Fuck,” I whisper. I press my lips to hers and she opens right up for me. The second our tongues touch, I stop thinking. I deepen the kiss, swallowing the moan she lets out. Her hands are pulling at the bottom of my shirt, as mine dig into her ass. I don’t want to pull away because having her taste in my mouth is fucking hot, but she wants more and I’m going to give her more than she ever bargained for.

  I break the kiss as she lets out a disappointed groan. It makes me chuckle as I step back, pulling my shirt over my head. Her eyes widen as she takes in my pierced nipples. She bites her bottom lip as she studies me, finally bringing her brown eyes to mine.

  “Does it hurt?” she asks, reaching her hand out, but dropping it.

  I grab her wrist and put her hand on my chest. “No, it doesn’t hurt. It makes my nipples more sensitive, so don’t be afraid to pull, bite, suck. It all feels good, sweetheart.”

  Her fingers lightly dance over both of my nipples, feeling the bar that goes through them. “So, this is for sexual pleasure?”

  She seems almost naive in this moment, but it’s a turn on. “You’ve never been with someone with piercings, have you?”

  Her eyes lift to mine as she shakes her head. “No.”

  Fuck.Me. I nod and unbutton my jeans. I shove them along with my boxers to the floor and step out of them. She bites her lip, but as soon as she notices her head snaps to mine. “Your dick is pierced?” she shouts.

  I laugh as I grab my cock. “Yeah it is.”

  “That’s a Prince Albert, right?” she asks, nervous to look back down.

  “No, it’s an ampallang and it’s for your sexual pleasure as much as mine,” I explain.

  She glances back down, so I begin to stroke my extremely hard cock. “I’ve never, umm.” She clears her throat. “Been with anyone with that before.”

  I laugh again and she looks at me from under her long lashes. “I figured since you already said you’ve never been with someone with piercings.”

  “I just didn’t think, well, that you had one in your cock. I mean that has to hurt,” she says.

  I step to her and wrap my arms around her small shoulders. “I’d much rather show you what my piercings can do, instead of talk about them.” Her eyes instantly darken, and I push my cock against her covered pussy. “Get on the bed.”

  As she does, I grab a condom out of the dresser and toss it on the bed. I start at her feet, removing her heels and slowly work my way up her legs, kissing, sucking, and licking, until I reach her thong. I don’t say a word, I don’t seek her permission, I just rip them off of her, tossing the shred
ded material to the floor. I can see her arousal and it just intensifies the need to fuck her, but I need to taste her first. I push her legs further apart and her pussy glistens.

  “Fuck, you are so wet for me already. It’s so damn hot,” I say, my breath blowing against her.

  “Oh God,” she moans out.

  It’s a powerful feeling knowing she’s this turned on without me even touching her. I grab her thighs and lift her ass off the bed, dragging my tongue from her ass to her clit. Her taste hits my tongue and I about come on the spot. She tastes sweet, making me crave more. I feast on her, biting, sucking, and licking. She is moaning, moving her hips trying to get more. I smile against her before biting her clit and slamming two fingers into her tight pussy.

  “Fuck,” she screams.

  She’s so tight, I pull back and glance up at her. “Ivy, please tell me you aren’t a virgin.”

  “I’m not,” she breathes out.

  Fuck, it must have been a long time since anyone has been inside her, because she’s squeezing my fingers like she’s never been touched. I don’t focus on it long because she rocks against my fingers. I start finger fucking her as my mouth continues to suck on her. Her moans are getting louder, so I furiously lick at her clit, while my fingers pump in and out.

  “Oh Kace,” she yells.

  “Mmm, let me taste you, sweetheart,” I say against her.

  It only lasts a few more minutes before her first orgasm tears through her. She comes on my fingers and I pull them out to lick up everything she has to give.

  She grabs onto my hair and pulls, urging me up. I leave a soft kiss on her wet pussy, before I kiss my way up to her tits. I grab them both, moving from one to the other as I suck on her hard nipples. My cock is painfully hard now and I need relief, so my mouth travels up to her neck as I pinch and twist her nipples. My cock drags against her and she jumps in surprise.