Rebellion MC 2: Ace & Mae's Story

by Nicola Jane

  I hear movement around the room; it’s exciting not knowing where he is or what he’s going to do. I suck in a breath when I feel a light touch running over my stomach. It’s soft, maybe a feather or some material. My skin breaks out in bumps and I shiver in anticipation.

  “I wanted to fight this, to stay away from you. But you told me how you felt, and it opened my eyes to you. I saw you in a different light.” His voice is low. The soft touch of the feather moves up my stomach and across my breasts, circling each nipple slowly. “God will strike me down for this, but us bikers knock on Satan’s door anyway. If I’m gonna go there, I may as well go happy that, for once, I was selfish and took what I wanted.”

  I smile. Hearing him admit how he feels warms me inside. Ace’s hands grip the top of my leather pants and unfastens the button before dragging them down my legs and removing them completely. He pauses. “Damn. That sight right there is gonna get me a first class ticket to hell.”

  The soft touching is back, moving from my stomach, down my leg and back up slowly. He reaches my inner thigh and strokes small circles towards my panties. The bed dips down as he climbs beside me. “I can’t wait much longer, Mae. I need to taste you.”

  He presses his lips to mine and thrusts his tongue into my mouth in a desperate and longing kiss. His hand rests on my stomach. “Seeing you with that guy tonight drove me nuts. Until I saw you with him, I was certain I could stay away from you.”

  “I thought you weren’t interested. I was trying to forget about you,” I say.

  Ace places a kiss in the center of my chest. “And how’s that working out for you?”

  He kisses my chest again and then moves himself over my body. Slowly, he makes his way down my body. He plants kiss after kiss, one at a time until he reaches my navel. I squeeze my legs together expectantly. I’ve never had a guy go down on me, but I’ve thought about Ace doing it a lot!

  CHAPTER SIX

  Ace

  I shift further down the bed until I am able to settle down between Mae’s legs with my face just inches from her pussy. I push my hands under her ass, lifting her slightly. Mae’s cheeks are flushed a light pink.

  “Have you ever had a man eat your pussy before, Mae?” I whisper. She shakes her head, no. Something about that gives me pleasure, knowing that I’m the first man to go here like this.

  I kiss her inner thigh, gently grazing the skin with my teeth. She squirms. I press my tongue against her opening; lapping up the length of her pussy and instantly tasting her wetness. Mae gasps and pulls on the leather belt that binds her hands. I do the same thing again and this time, I add a little more pressure, hitting the spot enough to make her legs quiver. She’s enjoying it. Pushing herself closer to my mouth. I bury my face between her legs, lapping and sucking her pussy until she’s moaning and crying out. When I feel her begin to shake, her orgasm pending, I pull away.

  I kneel up and pop the button on my jeans. I take the condom from my back pocket and rip it open.

  “You okay with this?” I growl. “Because if you don’t want this to go further then say so now, Mae. I don’t know if I can stop myself once I’m inside you.”

  “I want this,” she says, her voice husky and sexy.

  I take my shaft in my hand, moving my hand along it once and then wiping the bead of pre-cum from the end, onto my thumb. I press my thumb against her lips and her tongue darts out, licking my juice. I pull the condom down my length in a hurry, desperate to be inside of her.

  I look down at her as she squirms beneath me. The angel on my shoulder is telling me that I should really think about this, but it feels so right. I line my cock up against her entrance. I reach above her head and unfasten the belt. For the first time in years, I need to feel touch. I want to feel her hands on my body in an intimate way. Something I always avoid because I always try and detach from the person I am fucking. If I don’t feel the intimacy, then I can’t fall in love. But with Mae, I crave her gentle touch.

  Mae takes my face in her hands and pulls my mouth against hers. I push my erection inside of her just an inch at a time. She feels tight and amazing and I curl my hands into fists, pushing them into the sheets. I feel like a teenager fucking for the first time.

  Her mouth moves against mine in a hungry deep kiss and each time I thrust inside of her, she groans into my mouth. It’s sexy and I almost cum like an inexperienced chump.

  “Rub your pussy, Mae,” I pant. She reaches between us and I feel her fingers rubbing her clit vigorously. Then she pops her finger into my mouth. It sends me over the edge and as I thrust, I feel the buildup of my orgasm begin to ripple through me. “Mae you gotta come, baby, I can’t hold back.”

  She grips my shoulder with one hand and uses the other to touch herself. Within seconds, she’s squirming beneath me and crying out. Her body is shivering uncontrollably. Her nails claw my shoulder, the pain is minimal, but it finally pushes me spiraling over the edge and I growl out a string of curses through gritted teeth as I shoot my release into the condom.

  I fall over her, keeping my weight onto my elbows but burying my face into her shoulder. “Fuck,” I pant against her clammy skin. “That shit was hot.” Mae lays silent, running her fingers through my hair. Doubt suddenly creeps in. What if she’s regretting it? What if she realizes that I’m too old for her? I roll from over her and lay by her side. “You okay, Mae?”

  “I’m scared you’ll run at any minute,” she sighs, pulling the blindfold down and letting her eyes fall to mine. “That you’ll panic and cut me out like you did after I told you how I felt.”

  I trace my finger over her collar bone. “I couldn’t run even if I wanted to. Whatever just happened between us felt right, Mae, like it was always meant to be.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means I can’t let you walk away. Somehow, we have to come up with a plan. One that keeps you safe but means we can still be together.”

  “Keeps me safe?”

  “Baby, being with me makes you a target. I may as well paint a big bullseye on your ass.”

  “Is that why you never took an ole' lady?”

  I shrug my shoulders, then pull her to lay over me. I bring her head onto my chest and then move her leg so that it wraps around my thigh.

  “Maybe. I worry that I’ll fall in love and then some bastard will slit her throat. It happens and with me being the president, well, that makes my woman the biggest prize to some bastard that wants to ruin me.”

  “So, you’re saying we could carry this on, but in secret?”

  “I’m saying go to sleep,” I say through a smile. “We’ll figure it out.” I place a chaste kiss on her head and wrap the sheets around us. I don’t usually sleep well, but my eyes feel heavy and I give in to the pull of rest.

  Mae

  When I wake, I feel too hot. Ace is still wrapped around me with our bodies tangled together. My leg is wrapped through his, my arm is across his bare chest, and his arm has me pinned to his side. Light streams through a small gap in the drapes and I twist my head to glance at the clock on the nightstand. It reads ten AM, which surprises me because I always naturally wake early for my run.

  There’s a scratching at my bedroom door and I hear Dodge whimpering. He must know his master is in here. I extract myself expertly from Ace’s strong hold and creep across to open the door. Dodge rushes in, diving on the bed and licking Ace’s face. He sputters, pushing Dodge away, but instantly smiling at his best friend. “You need to stop stalking me. You’ll give the game away.” He ruffles the dog’s fur and Dodge lays down beside him, finally pleased to be next to his master again.

  “So, did you figure it out?” I ask.

  Ace looks to the clock and then sits up suddenly, taking the dog by surprise. “Shit, is that the time?” He jumps out of bed and begins hopping around to pull his clothes on. “Fuck. I have a meeting with Tag.”

  “Can’t you call and cancel?”

  “No, it’s important. Club business.” He runs his fin
gers through his hair. “I never sleep in. I always wake after three or four hours of sleep.” He looks confused and uncomfortable. I watch as he passes me heading for the door.

  “You’re running,” I say sadly, wrapping my arms around myself. I knew he would once he’d slept on it and then really thought about it.

  He gives me a sympathetic smile and then takes my hand. “No, Mae. I’m not running. I really do have a meeting that started five minutes ago.” I nod, letting him place a kiss on my cheek before watching him walk out the door with Dodge at his heel.

  I shower, dress, then head down to the kitchen. My mom always makes leftovers for late comers to the breakfast table and I plan to raid the fridge. She’s sitting at the kitchen table with Queenie, their heads together like a pair of old wives plotting. “Good morning, you’re late waking up today,” states Queenie suspiciously.

  I feel a blush creep on my cheeks and turn towards the fridge to avoid them spotting it. “Yeah, it was a late night.”

  “Ah,” says my mom, “So you went out?”

  I pull out a cold sausage. “Yeah.”

  “You meet anyone?” asks Queenie and I panic. My brain goes into overdrive and I almost choke my answer out while cramming the sausage into my mouth. “Sort of, why?”

  “Just something Scar mentioned over breakfast. Says he caught a man sneaking outta here late last night while the guys were playing poker. He almost shot the poor guy.”

  I spin to face them, mid chew. “He didn’t though, right?” I feel bad enough that Ace kicked him outta here like that without him getting hurt because of me.

  “No, but he was pissed that you kicked him out like that and didn’t escort him out of the club. What if he’d been someone out to get the Rebellions? You could have put everyone in danger. I think Scar might speak to the Pres about it, Mae, so be prepared for…” Queenie is cut off before she can finish. Ace’s voice rings out through the building, his voice angry.

  “Mae!” he yells, “Mae, get the fuck out here.”

  My mom stands, her face looking panicked. “Don’t get smart with him, Mae; just take the yelling and apologize. You know how moody he is just lately,” she hisses. I nod, not knowing what the fuck to expect. Ace shoves the door open and it bangs against the wall unit. I jump in fright. His eyes fall to me and I notice Scar and Hulk behind him, looking just as pissed. “My office, now,” he growls.

  I look to my mom and Queenie but realize they’re not going to help me when they divert their eyes elsewhere. Cowards.

  Inside the office, all three men stare at me and I feel the anger vibrating off the walls. “Did I do something wrong?” I almost whisper.

  “You let a guy leave here last night and didn’t escort him out?” growls Ace.

  My eyes widen; has he seriously pulled me in here to yell at me about something he did? I catch a pleading look in his eyes, a split second of panic when he realizes I may not keep his secret. I sigh, knowing that I’m going to protect him. “I was drunk,” I offer feebly. “And I passed out.”

  “So not only did you bring a stranger back here, but you were so drunk that you didn’t even keep your wits about you. He could have been anyone, you stupid bitch!” shouts Hulk. I wince at the tone of his aggressive rant.

  “I’m sorry,” I mutter.

  “Sorry isn’t going to keep us fucking safe if you mess up like that again,” snaps Scar. “How could you be so irresponsible?”

  “It won’t happen again. I promise.” I sigh.

  “It’s not good enough,” snaps Hulk. “You put the whole club in danger!”

  Ace paces the floor, running his fingers through his hair. “Tag’s waiting, go and start the meeting. I’ll deal with this one.”

  “You sure, Pres?” asks Hulk and Ace nods, patting his son on the back. Both men glare at me as they pass. I almost wilt at their rage but as soon as the door closes, I’m hauled up into Ace’s arms and pushed hard against the wall. His hands pull at my clothing, lifting my top until my breast is in his mouth. His kisses are hurried and frenzied. He stands me on the ground again and tugs at my shorts, pushing them down my legs until I’ve stepped out of them.

  I watch as he fiddles around with a condom, sheathing his large erection. “Hands against the wall,” he whispers. I turn, placing my hands against the wall as instructed. I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance. When he struggles to enter me, he gently kicks my legs further apart and then tries again, this time filling me up. He places his hand over my mouth. “Hold on, baby,” he growls into my ear. “This is gonna be hard and fast.”

  Ace moves quickly. His pace is punishing and fast. I groan, pushing my mouth against my arm to muffle the sounds. “The door isn’t locked, Mae, you need to be quicker,” he warns.

  Panic overtakes me, followed by something else. Something more like excitement and before long, I’m shivering against him, my orgasm rushing through me and coating my legs in a rush of wetness. Ace isn’t far behind. Ramming hard into me and then stilling while he empties into the condom.

  He waits for a few seconds, our breath coming hard and fast, then he pulls out of me and uses a tissue to dispose of the condom. He watches as I pull my clothes on. “Later, I’m gonna have you walk around my room naked,” he says firmly and another thrill shoots through me. He fastens his jeans. “But for now, I really do have a meeting to go to. Your behavior last night is very disappointing. The men are very angry. I might have to punish fuck you again later.” He smirks and I scowl playfully.

  “Isn’t that what that was?” I ask, pointing to the wall where he just fucked me hard and fast.

  He slaps me on the ass and then heads for the door. “I mean it, Mae, you won’t get off so lightly next time,” he yells, slamming the door in a fake temper tantrum. I smile to myself. Fake, I can live with that.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Ace

  I stand outside church. I need to gather myself. Church is the place all of my men gather for a meeting to discuss business or urgent situations. Some of the most important decisions are made in this room. I shake out my shoulders and take a deep breath before entering the room with Dodge by my side.

  My men sit around the large table with Tag and Anton sitting on chairs on the outside of our circle. My men belong at the table; each have earned their place here. Anton and Tag are the Mafia, Anton being the head. I trust them. They’re good guys and Tag is my son-in-law, but they haven’t earned a place at my table.

  Tag called me last night to arrange this meeting. He said they have news for us. I sit at the head of the table. The gavel sits to my right, handed down to me from my father and his father before that. I bang it once to indicate that church is now in session, and the voices around the table fall silent as all eyes turn to me. “Sorry for keeping you all waiting. Things went a little crazy.”

  “We heard that little Mae is going off the rails,” pipes up Chucky.

  “Where’d ya hear that, Chuck?” I ask. “She merely made a small mistake. It’s all sorted, no harm done.” I’m playing it down because, ultimately, it was my fault. I took my eye off the ball and kicked that guy from her room without escorting him out. It was a rookie mistake because my head was too full of her.

  “No harm done this time,” growls Hulk. “She could have had us all killed in our beds.”

  “Man, if you think a little chump like that can slaughter us all in our beds, then…” I trail off and some of the guys around the table snicker.

  “How’d you know he was a little chump? He could have been a seven foot biker,” asks Hulk and I press my lips together when I realize my mistake.

  “Just a guess, she looks like she goes for the geeky type.”

  “You’re right, Pres, he was a geek,” smirks Scar.

  “Have we come to talk about Mae or should we get onto real business?” I snap, my patience running thin. I can’t risk talking about her. I might slip up again and no one can know what we’ve done. I don’t know how the guys would feel. Mae has
been a part of this club since she was a small girl, raised by us all once her father was killed. “Apparently, Anton has something to tell us.”

  We all turn to look at Anton, who stands and straightens his expensive suit jacket. “We’ve got intel that Lorenzo Corello is back in town.” I grimace at this new information. Tag’s father ran after he tried to have Tag killed so that he could reclaim his title as head of the family and underboss to Anton. When the assassination failed, he went underground. “He’s using an alias, but the passport under that name was used yesterday to re-enter England.”

  “Do we know if he’s in London?” I ask, my concern rising for my daughter and grandchild.

  “I’m looking after her, Ace,” snaps Tag, reading my mind.

  “Where is she right now, Tag, ‘cause I don’t see her by your side!” I growl. Dodge picks up on the sudden tension in the room and stands, waiting for my instruction.

  Tag also stands. “She’s with my security team at the gym. My son is with Queenie in this clubhouse. They are both safe, Ace. I can look after them.” Dodge grumbles and Tag eyes him warily. I click my fingers and he stops, sitting by my feet on guard instead.

  “Lucy should be here under this roof until we find him!” This is the safest place for them to be right now and Tag knows it. They’ve been living here, but they don’t spend a lot of time here just lately. I feel like Tag is behind that, moving Lucy out slowly so she doesn’t realize it. I know he isn’t comfortable here. He wants expensive luxury surrounding him, not thirty big bikers.

  The house he bought them is amazing and in an upper class area in London called Mayfair. But since he was shot, Lucy prefers to be here because she knows that she’s protected. “Well, you know Lucy. She’s always challenging my decisions and pushing the boundaries,” he snaps, and I wonder if everything is okay between the two. He almost sounds pissed at her.