She shakes her head as tears fall from her eyes. “I love you, Ace. You don’t have to say it back and it has nothing to do with stuff. It’s just, you wanting to give me everything I could dream of, I love you for that,” she whispers.
I don’t tell her that I already knew she loved me. I don’t tell her that I love her back. I kiss her, wet, hard and long. Until we’re both turned on, panting, and two seconds from peeling off our clothes and fucking right here in the back parking lot of the Cash Bar with or without Axe in the backseat.
“Get in the truck,” I grunt.
She doesn’t argue or hesitate. I watch as she slips past me, running to jump into the passenger seat. I then watch as she turns around to check on Axe and my lips twitch in a satisfied smile. Yeah, she’s my fuckin’ woman, my future.
“Ready to see the shit I bought?” I ask, shifting the SUV into reverse.
She hums. “I’m a little nervous, what on earth could you have picked out? I’ve seen that room of yours at the clubhouse.” She cringes.
I can’t help but chuckle at her observations. “Had the girl at the store help me, though she was scared out of her fuckin’ mind. Pretty sure she thought I was going to club her over the head and drag her back to my cave and claim her,” I grunt.
Not sure what the deal with furniture girl is, but Free warned me she was skittish around him when he took Whitley shopping a few months ago. The ride to the house is silent, and I actually grow nervous the closer we get. What if she really hates the shit I picked? I don’t want to disappoint her already, I’m sure I’ll do enough of that as time goes by in other areas.
Once we’re in the driveway, I look over at her and notice she’s not moving. “Carson?” I ask.
She turns to me, her lips breaking out into a huge ass smile. “It’s prettier than I remembered, grander,” she whispers.
I shake my head, unsure how a single story, three-bedroom, twenty-year-old house is grand in any way, but to her it is and that makes me want to give her the goddamn world. “Yeah, Sweet Pea, it sure as fuck is,” I say. However, I’m not talking about a fucking house.
CARSON
I’M DEAD TIRED, but the surge of adrenaline keeps me going, especially as I take in the house in front of me. A real house. Ace walks in front of me, Axe held close to his chest, draped over him like a sleeping sack of potatoes.
“Stay here, I’ll put him to bed, be right back,” Ace murmurs once we walk into the dark entryway.
I stand in the dark room, my eyes attempting to adjust around me. I don’t see much, just shapes. I can make out an L-shaped sectional sofa and a big black box on the wall, which I assume is a gigantic television.
Ace returns several moments later, he doesn’t walk straight up to me though. I watch his shadow, he reaches out flicking the lights on. I gasp at the sight in front of me. It isn’t just an L-shaped sectional. It’s the most beautiful couch I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
The fabric looks soft, like velvet. Slowly, I walk toward it and reach out to touch it. “Microfiber,” he grunts. It’s chocolate brown, and breathtaking. “Girl said it was the most durable. Easy to clean up spills, and will last us until the kids are old enough to not spill shit everywhere,” he explains.
“Kids?” I ask adding extra emphasis on the plural part of the word.
He lifts his chin. “Yeah, Sweet Pea, kids. Planting my babies inside you sooner rather than later,” he announces.
His long legs move quickly toward me, and without a moment’s hesitation, he bends slightly, wrapping his arm around my thighs and picks me up so that my face is directly in front of his. His lips graze my own before he strides toward the master bedroom. He reaches out flicking the lights in the living room off on the way.
“Ace,” I say with a warning tone.
He grunts as he walks us into the bedroom, slowly lowering me to my feet. “I don’t decorate, that’s woman shit. I picked out a sturdy headboard and bedframe because I like fucking you hard and I don’t want to break anything. I had Ginger buy me a set of sheets for tonight. The rest of the house is up to you to make a home,” he murmurs, lifting his hand to cup my cheek.
I can’t see his blue eyes in the dark room, but I imagine they’re practically sparkling right now. His thumb slides over my top lip before he continues to speak. “You’ll make this a home for your boys, won’t you Sweet Pea?” he says, his voice deep and husky.
Slowly, I sink to my knees, unsure of what I’m doing but feeling the need to take him inside of my mouth. “Carson,” Ace hisses.
I unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his jeans before shoving them down his legs. His cock is freed and juts straight toward me. Tipping my head back, I look up, able to see a bit more of his face as the moon shines in the room.
“I’ll take care of my boys,” I rasp, wrapping my fingers around his thick length.
Ace grunts. “Fuck.”
Opening my mouth, I take him in as far as I can. His hand slips into the back of my hair and grips the strands tightly. “Stay just like that. I’m going to fuck that mouth, Carson. Take me, yeah?”
I give him a short nod, my mouth still full of his hard cock. He sinks farther down, then slowly pulls out. I breathe through my nose, keeping my mouth open, and silently wait for him. I can’t see his face well enough to see the expression on it, but I can hear his heavy pants.
“I want to fuck your face so goddamn hard, you feel so good,” he says, his voice sounding in awe.
He lowers himself inside, his body held tight, he’s in complete control but it’s difficult for him. I can tell he’s seconds from slipping. Sliding my hands up the backs of his thighs, I grab ahold of his ass, pulling him a bit closer, causing him to slip a bit farther down my throat.
“Goddamn,” he hisses.
Digging my nails into the cheeks of his ass, drool sliding down my chin, my man fucks my face. It’s sloppy, I’m not an expert by any means, I’m a fucking mess. Ace’s grunts fill the room as he shallowly fucks my mouth. It’s fast, his body in control but only barely, and by the end, when he comes, he shoots ribbons of his release on my lips, in my mouth, and down my chin.
Once he’s spent, he sinks to his knees, kicking his boots and pants off before he lands in front of me. I’m panting, attempting to catch my breath as he slips his cut off and yanks his plain cotton t-shirt off. Ace’s hand lifts and his fingers touch his release that’s landed on my face.
He drags his cum from my chin down my neck, painting me. “Sweet Pea,” he rasps. “You took my ink, you take my cock, and you wear my cum. Is there anything you won’t do?” he asks, sounding almost in awe.
I snort. “There’s not a lot I won’t do, I’m sure, if pushed,” I whisper, my throat scratchy.
He traces my lips with his cum next, not saying anything for several minutes. The silence deafening. “I think you’d do anything for Axe. Anything for me, anything for the people you love, wouldn’t you Sweet Pea?” I don’t know what he’s getting at, what he wants to ask me to do, but he isn’t wrong.
I would do just about anything for him and Axe. It’s ridiculous, he has me figured out. I want to tell him not to use that information for evil, not to use it against me, but I can’t.
He’ll do what he wants.
He’s a man.
He’s an outlaw.
He’s a fucking Devil.
“Let’s get to bed, I need some of that sweet cunt,” he chuckles.
I reach for him, my arms wrapping around his neck to keep him in front of me for another minute. Placing my lips at his ear, I whisper. “I’ll do whatever you want, Ace. Just don’t hurt me. You have the power to maim me if you want,” I admit.
His hands wrap around my waist and he squeezes me, holding me against him. “You do too, Carson,” he admits.
His words cause my breath to hitch. I want to kiss him, but my lips are covered in his cum. “Shower with me?” I ask, my face feeling hot and I’m glad he can’t see my embarrassment.
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nbsp; His nose slides alongside my own. “I’ll take care of you,” he mutters as he stands to his feet, bringing me along with him.
“In the shower?”
He grunts, his hands still wrapped firmly around my waist, even as we stand. “In the shower, in the bedroom, in goddamn life. Take care of what’s mine, Carson and you’re mine,” he murmurs.
I close my eyes for just a second, taking in his words. He’ll take care of me, but he isn’t offering sweet words of love and tenderness. He’s offering me stability, and children. Maybe it will turn into love, but if it doesn’t, if it’s just some mutual respect and physical release I know how those stories always end.
I’ve seen it play out more times than I can count. I’ve seen women hitch their star to a man, hoping to be taken care of, in the end, that man does whatever the fuck he wants, woman at home be damned. It’s better than the life my mom had, the life Sadie led. I’m just not sure it’s what I’ve always envisioned for myself, but for a girl like me with my background, it’s really probably the best offer I’ll ever get.
We make our way to the bathroom. I’m surprised to see a small box with all of my toiletries neatly packed inside. “Ace?” I ask, pointing to them.
“Picked up all your shit today and brought it here. Left all the kitchen shit for Roxie and Houston. But brought all your personal things,” he shrugs as he turns the water on in the shower.
Reaching into the box, I gather all of the things I need for a shower and hand them over to him. Quickly I strip out of my dirty, sweaty beer stained top and jeans. Discarding my bra and panties on the floor I quickly follow behind Ace into the steaming shower.
I glance behind me once the door is closed and look over at the bathtub, wondering how good that’s going to feel, because tomorrow night I’m going tubbing. My achy muscles demand it, and it’s bigger than any tub I’ve ever had before.
“You want a bath?” Ace asks from beside me. Turning to look over at him, I blink as the water washes against the dried cum on my face.
“I do, tomorrow, or later tonight, rather,” I shrug.
Ace cups my cheeks and pulls me close to him. Slipping my arms around his waist, I press my bare chest against his. Moaning when my nipples scrape across his sculpted torso. His lips touch my now clean ones, licking and tasting me. “Then you’ll have your bath tonight, Carson,” he mutters, his lips touching mine.
I giggle for only a second because when his tongue fills my mouth, the giggle dies—dead. His hands find my thighs and pick me up, pressing my back against the cool tile, his kiss deepens and for the first time in my life, I have sex against a shower wall.
It’s hot, wet, slippery, and one of the sexiest experiences in my life, although with Ace almost every time he’s inside of me, he sets that sexy bar a little higher.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CARSON
MY EYELIDS FLUTTER open and I take in the room around me. I’ve been living in this house for a few days, and still, it seems surreal, unreal. Stretching, I roll over and am not surprised to find myself alone in bed. Ace has been getting up in the mornings with Axe. He told me it was their male bonding time. I’m not sure what they do together, but it’s been nice not to have to worry about making breakfast after working all day, or all night.
I’m anxious about tonight though. We’re going to the party at the clubhouse, and Axe is staying with Lea. I’ve met her, Gracie, and Whitley. He’ll be starting the daycare Monday, but all night? I’ve never been away from him all night before, not like this. My anxiety is high just thinking about it.
Grabbing Ace’s black t-shirt off of the floor, I slip it on over my naked body and make my way into the living room. I’m still in complete awe of the size of this house, and the fact that I get to live here.
Ace and Axe aren’t anywhere in sight, and I frown at the empty couch, which is where I expected them to be. I hear a noise out in the backyard and smile when I catch them out there.
Ace is sitting in the lone chair we have out on the back patio, it was left by the previous tenants, it’s turquoise and he looks hilarious sitting in it. Axe is on the ground in the middle of the lawn, laying on his back and pointing at something in the air.
Quietly, I walk outside, closing the door behind me and make my way over to Ace. I think he hasn’t heard me, assuming I’m stealthy, but I’m wrong. His arm shoots out, wrapping around my hips and he tugs me across his lap.
“Kiss me, Sweet Pea,” he growls, his voice deep and husky with sleep still.
Smiling, I look up at him from my position across his lap. I lift up slightly and press my lips to his, inhaling the scent of him, black coffee and sex, and us. His hand grabs ahold of the top of my thigh, squeezing me. I curse the fact that he can’t do more, can’t relieve the ache between my legs, that just his kiss alone creates.
“Tonight, Carson. Wear a skirt, no panties, I want full access, all night long,” he grinds out. My breath hitches and my breathing speeds from his words, turning into pants. I watch as his blue eyes sparkle, a smirk appearing on his lips. “You’ll like it, swear to fuck,” he winks.
I don’t know if I’ll like it, but the look in his eyes, I like that. “Have you eaten?” I ask.
His eyes darken a bit at my question and he chuckles. “Sweet Pea, ate that pussy just a couple hours ago,” he reminds me.
My face heats and I look over my shoulder to Axe who is still laying in the grass. “Ace,” I hiss.
He did eat me though. Slow, gentle, and achingly beautifully so. He did it the way I imagine a man in love would. His signals are totally throwing me off, too. It’s making me feel even more off-balanced with our type of relationship.
“I’m good with coffee this morning, what do you want?” he asks, sounding as normal as any other day when now all I can think about is his mouth between my legs.
I lay my head against his shoulder, twisting around to look at Axe. “What’s he doing?” I ask, ignoring his question about food.
Ace slides his hand up from my thigh to my waist and then sifts his fingers through my messy hair. “Looking at the clouds, finding shapes and using his imagination,” Ace explains.
I glance up at the sky noticing the clouds. “Our clouds are poofier in Texas,” I point out.
Ace chuckles. “Yeah, Sweet Pea, noticed that shit. It’s also hot as fuck there,” he grunts.
I can’t deny that fact, so I don’t. Instead, I keep my eyes glued to Axe while I keep my body curled into Ace. A quiet morning, in our castle.
My life can’t get much more perfect.
I have a man that is here for us, available and nice. Something I haven’t really had a lot of in my life—nice men. I have my son and a job. I have mornings like this, curled into Ace’s warmth after a late night and early morning of gorgeous orgasms.
THE SKIRT IS SHORT. It should be, I’ve had it since I was a freshman in high school. Back then, I was six inches shorter than I am now. I should have gone shopping. I tug it down, turning around in the bathroom mirror to look at my ass. I cringe at the sight. My cheeks are practically hanging out. Hopefully it will be dark in the clubhouse, so between my black skirt and the dark room, you won’t see my ass hanging out.
The top I’m wearing is high cut in the front but completely open in the back. A swing back style so my tattoo and entire spine are on full display. Sliding into a pair of flat ballet shoes, I frown. I should really have high heels or something, but I don’t own any. I do not look like a biker babe. I don’t even look appropriate enough to go out in public, really.
Gathering my hair, I braid it down one shoulder, the way Ace seems to like it, which also ensures that my brand is on display. A knock on the bathroom door startles me.
“Truck’s leavin’, Carson,” Ace shouts from the other side of the door.
Reaching for the door, I turn the handle and slowly open it. Ace’s eyes travel from my feet up to my face, slowly. Then his eyes move back down to my skirt and he frowns. “Your ass is hangin�
� out,” he announces.
I look behind me to the reflection of my ass in the mirror. “It’s not hanging out,” I state.
“You wearin’ panties?” he asks, lifting his gaze to meet mine.
My face gets hot and I shake my head. “Christ. It’ll be hanging out before the night’s through, guaranteed,” he grins.
Ace doesn’t allow me to speak, he reaches for my hand and tugs me behind him. “We’re spending the night at the club. Axe’ll be fine, got a couple men on Gracie’s place. Lea’ll have all the kids. I’m fuckin’ you all goddamn night,” he states as he pulls me out the door.
“As opposed to any other night?” I ask.
He stops dead in his tracks, turns to face me and dips his chin so that he’s looking directly at me. “Sweet Pea, I’ve fucked you, yeah but I haven’t fucked you all night long. Be prepared, that pussy is going to hurt for a fucking week.”
Pressing my thighs together, I curse the fact that I listened to him and didn’t put on panties. His words are exciting, they send shivers of pleasure throughout my entire body. He grins, knowing what he does to me, the smug bastard.
Loading up in the shiny black SUV, my new SUV, one that I haven’t even been behind the wheel yet because Ace is insistent on driving everywhere, we head toward Gracie’s place. It doesn’t take us long to get to her house, and I smile when I see a couple of little ones outside playing with Lea.
“Kids,” Axe cries from the backseat.
He’s excited about tonight. I had a talk with him about how to behave, and he halfway listened, his focus being on playing with the other kids and probably sneaking candy if he could get away with it. Basically, he’s his father, in one ear and out the other and he’ll do what he wants.
A smile plays on my lips at that thought. I didn’t know Ace all that well when Sadie dated him. Now, I know him enough to think things like that, to see his personality come out in Axe and I love it. I also see bits of my sister in him. Pieces of Sadie when she was young, before life tore her apart, before she morphed into the woman she was when she died. I get to see the good parts of her shine out through Axe.
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