Ace (Knights Corruption MC Series-Next Generation Book 3)

by S. Nelson

  Instead of coming back with a smartass comment, Ace schooled his expression. “And tell me you’ll cooperate with me on all the other stuff. I need to know you take what I said seriously.”

  My instinct was to buck against every bit of it. I was independent and could take care of myself, but through all my stubbornness, my sensible side somehow emerged. He could’ve lost his life the other day and he pretty much admitted he wasn’t out of danger yet, which meant neither was I or anyone else associated with the club.

  “I’ll stay here until everything is dealt with.” Ace’s upper lip twitched. “But I want you to be the one with me when I have to go to work or anywhere else. Unless of course I’m mad at you, then I want Brick, Linc, or Kaden. Not that bastard whose truck I hit. I don’t know him.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth and by the surprised look on his face, he was shocked as well.

  “Okay.” He nodded. “Okay,” he echoed. “One other thing.”

  “Haven’t you pushed me enough already?”

  He shook his head. “While you’re here with me, do you think Linc and Maddie can stay at your place until they find one of their own? He’s having a hard time finding one and this solution would be perfect for now.”

  I moved back while remaining on his lap. “Wait. You said my place wasn’t safe. So why would it be safe for them, especially Maddie?”

  His face scrunched up a bit. “Uh, that’s the other part of my question. Can he install a security system there, complete with indoor and outdoor cameras?”

  “Do I have to pay for that?”

  “Of course not. He will. Then if you want to go home after everything has calmed down, I won’t have to worry as much about you being there alone because your house will be armed like Fort Knox.”

  “If I want to go home? Is this all just a ploy to get me to move in with you?”

  Ace shifted beneath me again, wincing this time with the slight movement. “I wish it was.”

  “Yeah, me too.” I groaned when I tried to stretch my leg. “I’m cramping up.” This time when I attempted to remove myself from his lap, he let me.

  He rose from the couch right after I did, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room toward the steps.

  “How about we take this upstairs? I need to lie down.” I knew exactly why he needed to lie down, and I was completely on board.

  24

  With my hand firmly grasped in his, I walked a step behind Ace while he guided me down the hallway. My brain was a jumbled mess, and I barely had the mental stamina to remember how I ended up here, following the man who infuriated me just a few hours earlier, only to come to find out he’d been through his own ordeal. Ordeal. What a strange choice of word for attempted murder.

  A slight tug on my hand pulled my focus back to him. “You okay?” We stopped in the middle of his bedroom, him hovering close, so close my skin erupted in goose bumps with the proximity of the promises his eyes made.

  “Yeah.”

  His fingers released me, and I moved toward his bed without thought, running my hand over the softness of his white comforter. Not too long ago, I was on my back, naked in my own bed, being teased by his skillfulness, only for him to pull away just when I needed him the most.

  “You sure?” He was suddenly behind me, the heat from his body chasing away the sudden chill that cascaded over me. I released a shaky breath and nodded. “Do you just wanna go to sleep? I know it’s been a long day, for both of us.” His lips breezed over the side of my neck. “I’d understand.”

  And he would. Ace had always given me the space I needed, even when I didn’t realize it was necessary. Some of those times had been after we argued and didn’t have any communication for a couple days, but still, he’d never been pushy. Even when he threw out his ultimatum, he gave me the twenty-four hours he promised he would.

  I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, stretching up on my tiptoes so my face was as close to his as I could manage. “Yes, I wanna go to sleep.” His face fell a fraction. “After I ravage you, of course.” Bright eyes shone back at me.

  “I think I can accommodate but you might have to do some of the work.”

  “I guess,” I moaned. “If I have to.”

  A quick smack on my ass called forth the smirk I’d been hiding. “You know you like it on top,” he mumbled against my mouth. “I know I do.”

  “Then why don’t you let me do it more often?”

  “Because I like to be in control, and that position makes me feel vulnerable.” His words were sincere, and for some reason, I never imagined Ace would feel exposed in any way, vulnerable like he just confessed. He always seemed so sure of himself, of us, that it didn’t dawn on me he may feel much like I did.

  “You do know I’d never intentionally hurt you, right?” I asked.

  “Not intentionally… yeah.”

  “But I guess that doesn’t matter now because I don’t think you’re gonna let me go even if I did.” I grimaced when my tone didn’t match the one in my head, which was not as stern.

  “Right” was his only response.

  Twirling a strand of his hair between my fingers, I licked my lips, then toyed with the center of my bottom lip, my teeth creating a dent in the sensitive flesh before I released it.

  “Are you nervous about something?” he asked, a small crease forming between his brows.

  “Nervous? I don’t think so.” My answer made as much sense to me as it probably did to him. We’d had sex countless times, in every position possible, and while I wasn’t self-conscious about my body or my skills in the bedroom, this time was different.

  I’d be having sex with someone I was in an exclusive relationship with, the same someone who professed his love to me earlier today.

  My heart thrashed around inside my chest. It seemed I had a touch of the nerves, after all.

  “I just don’t want to disappoint you,” I finally uttered, again, not completely understanding my own words.

  “You won’t.” His lips claimed mine as he walked me back toward the bed, his tongue dipping inside and exploring the depths of my mouth. I’d kissed my share of guys before, but Ace was the best I’d ever experienced. He was gentle but firm, possessive but yielding.

  A small quiver of excitement churned through my body when he fumbled with the side zipper of my skirt. The sound of the teeth parting echoed in the room, the anticipation of being with him again exciting beyond measure. Last time we never made it to the good part because he got all ultimatumey on me.

  “I don’t like this skirt,” he grumbled, tugging on it a few times before it fell to the floor.

  “Because it’s not easy to get off?”

  “Because it’s too damn short.” I couldn’t tell if he was serious or just messin’ with me, his expression not indicative either way.

  “I like it,” I rebutted, but he had already moved on to my shirt.

  “I don’t like this either.” The material cleared my head and was tossed somewhere behind me.

  “Why?”

  “Leaves nothing to the imagination.”

  “It’s a black T-shirt.”

  “It’s too snug. Guys’ eyes go right to your tits.” This time the muscle in his jaw pulsated.

  “Makes for good tips.”

  “Not funny.” I backed up a step. Then another. “Why are you movin’ away from me.” Then his eyes widened. “You gonna do a little striptease for me.”

  I didn’t bother answering because after I said what I needed to, the last thing he’d be thinking about was a striptease. We might even get into an argument, depending on his reaction.

  One more step back gave me the space I needed. “Just because I’m with you now, and staying here until things are safe again, doesn’t mean you get to make comments on my clothes. I’m not gonna change what I wear just because you’re my boyfriend now, and I won’t tolerate you harassing me every time I choose a snug shirt or dress or whatever else I want to wear. I’m still
gonna flaunt my body when I want because I’m proud of it.”

  He stepped toward me quickly, crowding me, and even in his injured state he exuded strength and power.

  “Say it again.” His palm cradled the back of my neck and he tugged me into him, bending down so we were nose to nose.

  “Say what? The whole thing?”

  “The boyfriend part.” His smile kicked into high gear and I rolled my eyes. “Come on, baby. Say I’m your boyfriend.”

  “You know you are, although I didn’t have much of a say,” I reminded him, but I wouldn’t change things.

  “Say it.”

  With a faux annoyed shake of my head, I repeated, “You’re my boyfriend.”

  “I love it.” He reached around my back and unclipped my bra before I even saw his arms move, leaving me only in my white panties. “Now get on the bed.”

  I looked him up and down. “What about you?” He carefully removed his clothes until he was completely naked.

  “Better?”

  “Hmmm… definitely.” I’d never tire of looking at a naked Ace. His body was perfection. It was a shame it was now marred with a constant reminder of violence. “How’s your side?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Are you in pain?” I reached to touch him, but he moved around me and gave me his back.

  “I’m fine,” he repeated. The tattoo of his club’s emblem never looked so big before, spanning the entire space between his shoulder blades. But it was his ass which drew my attention. I just wanted to bite it, then use it as a pillow.

  “Are you starin’ at my ass again?”

  “You know I am. How is it so perfect?”

  His shoulders bounced before he reached for the covers, tossing them to the other side of the bed before sliding in and moving on to his back. Once he settled, he wrapped his fingers around his large arousal, stroking from root to tip a few times while he looked at me.

  “Wanna ride?”

  Bending at the waist, I curled my thumbs into the waistband of my last piece of clothing and pushed them down my thighs, stepping out and kicking the material behind me. The way Ace watched me turned me on, and when he motioned with his finger for me to come closer, it was everything I could do not to pounce on top of him.

  But when I made a move toward him, he held up his hand to stop me. “Wait. Let me look at you.” The air in my lungs froze at his simple request, and although he’d seen me naked countless times, a rush of warmth enveloped me, my heart flitting inside my chest alarmingly fast. He twirled his finger in the air, and I slowly turned in a circle, stopping for several seconds so he could stare at my backside like I’d just done to him.

  When I faced him again, I took a few seconds to rein in my good sense. Otherwise, I was gonna rush things between us, and I wanted to savor the buildup as well as the sex. Who knew when the next time would be when we slept together? With my mouth and his pain-in-the-assness, it could be days.

  Walking toward the end of the bed, I crawled on top. His eyes shimmered the closer I moved toward his cock, licking his lips in eagerness of what I would do next.

  I placed a hand on either side of his waist, sinking into the shape of the mattress, bringing me closer to the one thing I wanted. He parted his lips, but before he could utter a word, I dipped my head and ran my tongue over the length of him, taking his swollen head into my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck!” he growled, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. “I love your mouth so much.”

  I didn’t respond, too hungry for more of the taste of him. Leaving my hands on the bed to anchor my weight, I swallowed him until he hit the back of my throat, his thickness swelling the quicker I bobbed up and down on him, my tongue swirling around the tip before I sucked him back in further.

  “Don’t go so fast, Chels. I’m so revved up right now you’re gonna… make me…” He tripped over his words, his stomach muscles constricting as he jerked on the bed. His groans urged me to go faster, but when his fingers grabbed a chunk of my hair, he pulled my head to the side and he slipped from my mouth. The slight sting only made me want to suck his dick again, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t gonna let me. He might be okay with me on top, but there was no doubt in my mind that he was still completely in charge. “It feels too good,” he panted, exerted even though he barely moved.

  “Isn’t that the point?” I stared up at him in wait, but he didn’t say anything right away. Instead, his lids drooped, and the slightest smile tipped his mouth. He drank me in, and it was as good a time as any to reciprocate. Typically, I’d rush to convince him to allow me to finish, not wanting to share intimate moments like this with him because of my fear of getting too close. But something about the way he looked at me, mixed with the knowledge of how he truly felt about me, shoved all my paranoia aside and allowed me to indulge in the tenderness. And he saw a fraction of my wall crumbling with the curve of my lips.

  Ace attempted to pull me up his body but stopped when I smacked his hand away. “What did you do that for?” he asked, confused over my reaction. But when I pointed to his side, he nodded.

  “I’ll come to you. I don’t need you bleeding on the sheets.”

  “They’re my sheets to bleed on,” he countered.

  “Yeah, but I have to sleep on them, too, don’t forget.”

  “Ah, yes. How could I?”

  The back-and-forth amused me, comforted me even, although we were talking about his blood spilling on the bed coverings, the severity of the topic not lost on me.

  I moved until we were face to face, me straddling him much like I’d done on the couch, only this position was much more fun. Kissing along his slightly bearded jaw, I came to his ear, nipping his lobe before whispering, “You can fuck me bare if you want.”

  He gasped and I smiled.

  His hands wrapped around my upper arms, pushing me back until he could see my face. “Are you serious? Don’t tease me.”

  “If you want” was my only response.

  “I promise I’ve always been safe before.”

  “I know. I trust you.”

  And it was with those words that the rest of the fortress around my heart came crumbling down. The stones of doubt and uncertainty I’d been carrying around inside me for years were obliterated all because of Ace’s persistence, loyalty, and love.

  25

  How did we get here? One minute I walked away for good because of her lack of commitment and the next she was sitting on top of me, careful not to nudge against the healing gunshot wound on my side.

  “So, what’s it gonna be?” she asked, placing her hands on my chest and gingerly pushing herself back into an upright position, her glorious tits staring me in the face.

  Lost in my own damn thoughts, it took me a second to remember what it was we were talkin’ about, then everything rushed over me like a tidal wave.

  She told me I could fuck her bare.

  “Is that a real question?” I shifted beneath her, my cock nudging against her opening. She inhaled a gulp of air before raising herself up, suspended above me while her hand disappeared between our bodies. In the next moment, she slid over my length, taking me into her body nice and slow, the grip of her inner walls squeezing me and making me lose my goddamn mind. This was the first time we’d had sex without a condom and the feeling was incredible, her warmth setting my body on fire.

  “Take it slow,” she warned, her hands moving back to my chest as she began to rock back and forth, impaling herself on me with one slow and final movement. “You’re so big.” Her gaze held mine, a flutter of a strained expression casting over her face when she tried to move again.

  “Is it too much? Do you want me to get on top?”

  “No. Just give me time to adjust.” It was all I could do not to go against her wishes and flip her onto her back, plunging into her over and over until I had my fill, which right now, I didn’t think was possible.

  “I’m not gonna break.” I gripped her waist and pushed her back,
reveling in the feeling of her tightening around me. “You’ve gotta move or I’m gonna lose it. Fuck the stitches,” I growled.

  “I want to savor this.” Her whisper resounded in my ears as if she shouted the words. It wasn’t often I relinquished control like this to her, so I clamped my mouth shut and let her enjoy the moment, enjoy me.

  Several heartbeats later, she started to move, her gyrations slow at first, but then she rode me hard, chasing after her orgasm, which I had no doubt loomed close. All her tells gave her away.

  Her skin turned a sexy shade of pink.

  Her breathing hitched, then froze, only to come rushing from her lungs in a frenzy.

  Her eyes squeezed shut and her lip disappeared between her teeth, each moan escaping louder than the last.

  Her pussy gripped my cock and if she didn’t come soon, then let me draw out my own release, I’d be exploding first.

  “Fuck, baby!” I groaned, my fingers digging deeper into her flesh. “Are you—”

  “Yes!” she shouted. “Oh, fuck yes. Jaime… oh my God,” she said, my name falling on a plea, released with a shaky breath of air.

  “Look at me.” She kept her eyes closed. “Chels, look at me.” I seized her waist harder and her eyes popped open. “Does my cock feel good?” She was barely able to nod, her mouth dropping open when I thrust upward. “Tell me how much you love fuckin’ me.” My demand came out deep and raspy, my own restraint faltering.

  “I do.” She lowered herself, planting her hands on either side of my head. “I love it. You’re the best I’ve ever had.” Her compliment inadvertently stroked my jealousy she’d been with anyone other than me, but I tried not to focus on my irrational feelings because I’d been with other women. But none of them compared to her.

  None.

  I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Kiss me.” Her mouth crashed to mine before I could take another breath, her tongue stroking my own just like her body stroked mine. The familiar tingling started and there was no way I was gonna be able to hold off now.