Kace (Shattered Souls MC Book 3)

by Heather Dahlgren

  “I’ll try to talk to her and see what she really wants.”

  The next few hours are nothing but laughing, drinking, and talking. It’s relaxed and fun, something we haven’t had. Mia and Finn have been flirting and Riley has had no problem pointing it out. Ivy, Harper, and Mia talked for a while in the bedroom and it took all my restraint from going in there to demand they include me.

  “It’s been great meeting you all, but I need to get going,” Mia says. “Ivy, call me when you get your phone tomorrow.”

  “I guess we’ll go find a hotel,” Zane says, standing up.

  “No, you guys can stay here,” Ivy says.

  Riley laughs as he stands with Zane. “You’re nice Ivy, but my ass isn’t sleeping on the floor.”

  “I’ll stay on the couch,” I say, crossing my arms.

  Ivy says goodbye to everyone and when she closes the door, she leans against it. “You don’t have to stay. I’m fine, you can be with your friends.”

  I slowly walk toward her, her brown eyes following my every step. When I reach her, I put my hands flat on the door above her head and look down at her. “I don’t want to be with them, I want to be here with you,” I whisper. She gives a visible shiver and I grin. “I want to talk to you without fighting.”

  She searches my eyes and nods. “I’d like that.”

  I push off the door and take her hand in mine, leading her to the couch. When we sit down, I turn to face her. “I know it’s late and you’re probably tired, so if you want to talk in the morning, we can do that.”

  “No, I’d like to talk now,” she says.

  I nod and run my hand through my hair. “Tell me what you want Ivy.”

  She looks down for a minute, but before I can force her to look at me, she lifts her head. “I wanted to move here and start a new life. I wanted a fresh start, but it seems everything is all but forcing me back to Vegas. I’m jobless and don’t have enough money to survive. I won’t be able to get a job that will allow me to afford this beautiful apartment and view.” She takes a deep breath and bites her lip. “I don’t want to be here raising the baby by myself. You want to be in his or her life and I don’t want to be the reason you aren’t. Harper said she’d hire me back at Souls Two and I’ll look for a place while I try to get out of my lease here.”

  I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face as I look at her. It’s almost everything I wanted. I reach across and grab her hand and this time she doesn’t pull away. “We all want a fresh start, sweetheart, but running from it never works. I’m sorry it didn’t work out how you wanted, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy you’re moving back. You don’t need to look for a place to stay, you’ll stay with me. I already told you I want you there.” I pull her closer to me and grip onto her hips. Her breathing hitches and it makes my cock take notice. “I pushed you away because I have trust issues, not because I didn’t want you. I’ve never been more attracted to another woman. You’ve gotten under my skin without me even noticing and I’d like to see where this goes.”

  A tear runs down her face and I quickly wipe it away. “I’m not scared of you Kace, I’m scared of falling for you and losing you.” She dips her head biting her lip. “I owed you that truth.”

  I reach up and pull her lip from her teeth. “I’m not gonna walk away, sweetheart. I’m not that guy.”

  She lifts her head and her sad eyes slam into mine. “I’m scared you’ll be killed, not walk away.”

  The realization hits me hard and I close my eyes. I lean forward and rest my forehead against hers. “I’m not going to be killed. You’re giving me more reason than ever to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck and buries her head into my neck. She’s crying and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me. I know it’s her being pregnant that is making her cry so much because in all the time I’ve known her, I never once saw her cry.

  She suddenly jumps up and runs down the hallway, slamming the bathroom door. I rush after her and find her on the floor with her head in the toilet. I squat behind her and rub her back while she empties her stomach. When she’s finished, I wet two washcloths. I hand her one and the other I place on the back of her neck. She sighs as she lays her head down on her arm, still on the toilet.

  “Are you okay?”

  She lifts her eyes to me and shakes her head. “Yeah but I’m tired.”

  I lift her into my arms as she tries to protest. I carry her to the bedroom and sit her down on the bed. “Let me help you out of these clothes and then I’ll get you some water,” I say. I pull her shirt off and I need to remind myself she’s not feeling well when I’m met with her perfect tits. She’s got no fucking bra on. I keep my focus on her pink and white shorts, pulling them off her legs.

  “I’ll grab a shirt,” she says, keeping an arm around her chest.

  “Where is it?” I ask, stepping back. She tells me where to find it and once I do, I hand it to her. I don’t trust myself to be any closer to her naked body. Once she has it on, I pull back her comforter and she crawls under it. I pull it up around her and smile before leaving the room. I grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge and I look for crackers in the cabinet. I did a little research when she left and read that crackers can help with morning sickness.

  When I return, she is in a ball appearing so much smaller than normal. I can see she doesn’t feel well, and it kills me that I can’t do anything else. I sit on the edge of the bed and place the water on the nightstand. “I read that crackers can help with morning sickness. Do you want to try to eat a couple?” I ask, running my hand through her hair.

  “Maybe later, I’ll just have a little water,” she says reaching for it.

  She takes a few very small sips and I take it from her when she reaches to put it down. “Try to get some sleep,” I say, leaning over and pressing a kiss on the side of her head. “If you need anything, I’ll be in the living room.”

  As I stand, she grabs my arm and I turn my head to look at her. “Can you lay with me awhile?”

  I search her face noticing the exhaustion and hope in her eyes. “Of course, I can, sweetheart.”

  I strip out of everything but my boxers and climb into bed next to her. I can’t remember a time I just laid with a woman, but in this moment, I don’t want anything more. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close to me. The feel of her small body pressed against me makes me feel peaceful for the first time since I was a kid.

  I flatten my hand on her stomach and she startles. I give it a minute to see if she tells me to move it, but she doesn’t. I rub my thumb lazily against her feeling overwhelmed that my baby is inside of her. I press a kiss below her ear and sigh. “I know we didn’t plan this, but right now holding you and my baby, it’s the most peaceful and happy I’ve felt since I was a kid,” I whisper.

  “I feel safe in your arms,” she whispers.

  “You are sweetheart. You both are.”

  She doesn’t say anything, but I can feel her relax more into me. I can also feel her wipe her tears. There’s nothing else to say, I just keep my protective hand over my baby as my arm keeps Ivy safely against me. I could get used to this.

  “I’m going to try to get her to come back with me,” I say to Z as I stand outside smoking.

  “Brooks wants us back, so the sooner you get that going the better. Harper wants to come say goodbye, but then we have to go,” he says.

  “Alright, give me an hour because she’s not awake yet. She was sick last night so I want to try to get her to eat something,” I say, tossing my cigarette into the ashtray.

  He laughs and I roll my eyes. “You’re sounding like a boyfriend.”

  “Fuck off. I’ll text you when she’s awake,” I say, hanging up.

  I didn’t get much sleep last night. I kept thinking I would close my eyes and be back in Vegas, but the little I did get, it was nice waking up with her still in my arms. She slept through the night and a few times she eve
n whispered my name in her sleep. It was hard not to roll her over and give in to whatever it was she was dreaming about, but I knew she wasn’t feeling well.

  When I get back inside, I finish my coffee and go check on her. I’m not sure what she’ll want to eat, but I’ll make sure she has it. When I push the door open to the bedroom she is sitting up in bed.

  “Where did you go?” she asks.

  “I was outside having a smoke,” I say walking toward her. “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m good.”

  She bites her lip as she stares at me. I reach forward and release it. “Sweetheart, what did I tell you about doing that?” She licks her lips and I know she’s doing it on purpose. I search her heated brown eyes and grin. “Take that shirt off, Ivy.”

  Her eyes widen, but when I lift my shirt over my head, she does the same. I unbuckle my jeans and let them fall to the ground. Her eyes roam over my entire body, making my dick painfully hard. She’s drinking me in and I want to do the same. She still has the comforter covering her, so I step closer leaning my hands on either side of her head. Her breath hitches as I move my face close to hers. “We aren’t drunk this time, but it doesn’t mean you can hide from me. I want to see that sexy body of yours.” I pull the covers away, exposing her. She tries to cover herself, but I pin her arms above her head. “I want you Ivy. I want you so fucking bad, but I can’t have you hiding from me. We still have a lot to learn about each other, so I’ll tell you this - in the bedroom there is no withholding. If you want something, ask. You can’t be shy here because the more open you are, the better I can make you feel.”

  She drops her eyes and bites her lip again. “I’m not usually this awkward,” she whispers.

  I let go of her hands and bend down to grab a condom out of my wallet. I place it on the nightstand and pull my boxers off. I climb on top of her, pressing my hard cock against her panty covered pussy. She lets out a moan and I suck on her neck slowly moving toward her mouth. When my lips touch hers, she opens immediately, and our tongues collide. I growl when I taste her. I suddenly realize I missed her taste and I’ve only had it once. It makes me question a lot of things that I can’t focus on right now.

  Her hands roam my back and I press harder against her entrance. I break the kiss and rest my forehead on hers. Her brown eyes lazily meet mine and I grin. “You’re not awkward, sweetheart. You’re passionate.”

  She pushes up on her elbows and presses her soft, plump lips to mine. “I’ll be honest, you intimidate me,” she whispers.

  I bite her bottom lip and then run my tongue along it. “I know what I like but it shouldn’t intimidate you, it should inspire you to do the same.” I run my hands down her body and slowly move down her body. I stop at her perfect tits and sink my fingers into them. Her eyes close and her mouth opens slightly. I suck each of her hard nipples into my mouth, biting both before rolling them between my fingers. “I want to make you come, Ivy. I’ve thought about it so many times since we were together.”

  The truth just spills out of me. I tried to forget about her taste, her smell, her silky skin, but I couldn’t. I used sex as a distraction, but it only made me crave her more. Having her under me now, I’m going to take full advantage. I kiss a path down her stomach and as I do I stop. I place several small, soft kisses along her stomach and my heart races. I glance up at her and she has tears in her eyes. She runs her hand through my hair and smiles.

  I place one more kiss and continue moving down to her panties. I hook my fingers in them, sliding them down her legs. My hands grip her thighs, pushing her legs wide. Her pussy glistens with her arousal and I growl at the sight. The only thought that now consumes me is making her come. I drag my tongue along her slick pussy up to her clit. She moans out, lifting her hips slightly. I pin her down and feast on her. I’m a mad man as I lick, suck, and bite her. I don’t slow my frantic pace as I continue to taste her sweet essence. She’s trying to move under me but I won’t allow it.

  I push two fingers into her tight heat and close my eyes as she sucks me in. She’s every bit as tight as last time and a part of me feels relief. It’s fucked up, but I’m a fucked up guy. Her loud moan refocuses me and I finger fuck her hard as my tongue relentlessly thrashes against her clit.

  “Oh God,” Ivy screams.

  I can feel she’s close, so I continue pulling her toward the edge. I curl my fingers as I bite on her clit and she shouts my name as she falls over the edge. I remove my fingers and lick her pussy as she continues to come.

  Once she starts to come down, I drag my body up hers and slam my mouth to hers. She kisses me with fire, pulling at my hair. I rub my dick on her dripping pussy evoking a moan from her. I can’t wait any longer, I need to feel her around me. I flip us over so she’s on top without breaking our kiss. My fingers sink into her hair as I deepen the kiss. I pull her hair, breaking the kiss and nod over at the nightstand. “Grab the condom and roll it on me,” I demand. She does as I say, but once her delicate hands touch my cock, I grab her wrists. It’s too much. Her touch is searing me, and she has no idea. “I’ll do it.”

  Once I get the condom on, I grab her hips and position dick at her entrance. I search her eyes and grin. “Fuck me, Ivy.” I let go and put my arms behind my head, taking in the spectacular view. Her hair is falling around her beautiful face. Her porcelain skin is glistening, and her tits are begging for more.

  She slowly sinks down on my dick and I grab the pillow under my head to prevent touching her. We both let out a hiss as she takes me all the way in. My piercing will hit her in the right spot as soon as she starts moving and I’m intrigued to see what she’ll do. She slowly starts to move as she grabs onto my shoulders. I allow her to go slow but after a few minutes I can’t take it anymore. I need more and I know she does too.

  I grab her hips, digging my fingers in. “Move like you want to make me come. My piercing dragging against you when you fuck me fast feels better for us both.” I help her find a rhythm and once she does, I remove my hands. She’s riding me like she needs this orgasm to live and I fucking love it. Her tits are bouncing, her mouth is open, and her eyes are closed. She looks hot as hell above me but I need more. “Play with my nipple piercings, Ivy,” I groan out.

  She snaps her eyes open and her dark eyes collide with mine. She runs her fingers down my chest, leaving a path of heat behind. She doesn’t hesitate when she reaches my nipples, she pulls and pinches, sending shocks through my body. My hands grab her ass and I pull her closer so I can suck on her hardened nipples that are begging for my mouth. She lets out a moan, pulling my piercings harder. “Fuck yes, use your mouth,” I command.

  She obeys and the second her hot mouth takes in my nipple I can’t control myself. My fingers dig into her ass as I fuck her hard and deep. I can’t slow my pace as she moves from one nipple to the other as she moans her pleasure.

  There is so much I want to do to her, but right now I’ll make another orgasm. Our bodies slap together as we both race toward our orgasms. She is using her mouth on one nipple and her fingers on the other and switching, which feels fucking amazing. I can feel myself getting close so I reach down and pinch her clit. She screams against me and I do it again.

  This time she screams as she arches her back as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy grips me even tighter and I only last a few minutes before my orgasm rips me apart. She collapses on me and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly to me. It takes a bit for us to get our breathing under control, but I finally press a kiss on the top of her head.

  “Move in with me Ivy,” I whisper.

  She rests her chin on my chest and her eyes bounce between mine. “Is that really what you want? I don’t want you to do it because I’m pregnant and you feel you need to.”

  I sigh and push her hair off her face. “You being pregnant is why I want you to move in so quickly, but I do want you there, Ivy. I want to make things work so we can raise the baby together.”

  She kisses my chest and gives me
a small smile. “If I wasn’t pregnant you wouldn’t ask me to move in, right?”

  Fuck. I can’t lie to her. “Not yet no, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t eventually. You can argue it all you want, but the baby changes everything. He deserves two happy parents and you make me happy. Do I make you happy?”

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “So, move in with me. Let me take care of you both,” I say, rubbing my hands on her arms.

  She swallows a few times but eventually nods. “Alright.”

  I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. “Fuck yes.”

  She giggles and it makes me feel like I’m doing something right. “We still have a lot to learn about each other,” she says, quickly dropping her smile.

  I sit up and pull her onto my lap. “Ask me anything,” I say.

  “You can’t put me on the spot like that,” she says, glancing up at me. “What if I told you to ask me anything?”

  I tighten my hold on her and rest my chin on the top of her head. “Have you ever been in love?”

  She quiet for a minute and I imagine she’s remembering every great relationship she’s had. I know nothing about her dating life, family life, sex life. Just like she knows nothing about mine.

  “No, I haven’t,” she whispers. “Have you?”

  “I’ve loved but I’ve never been in love. What are your biggest fears?” I ask, hoping she just lets the love question go.

  “You didn’t love Rachel?” she asks.

  I close my eyes as I think about that question. It’s a simple no, but it’s creeping into my trust problems. I blow out a breath and open my eyes. “No, I didn’t love her.”

  “Really?” she asks, moving off my lap and sitting next to me. She pulls the sheet around herself as she bites her lip. “You seemed kinda hung up on her.”

  “She left me when I needed someone the most, so it fucking hurt.” I grab her hand and kiss her palm. Tell her the truth. “My trust issues have to do with being left. Everyone that I have ever cared for has left me in some fucked up way. She continued that pattern, so I resent her for it. I didn’t love her, I cared for her. When I tell you something, you don’t need to question if it’s the truth. I have no intention of lying to you. I’ll just say it again, I’ve loved before, but I’ve never been in love.”