Having already grabbed my clothes. I dry off and dress quickly. Ella is sitting on the bed waiting for me.
Walking over to her dresser I pull out a pair of black lacy boy short underwear. Then collect what looks like the matching bra.
She lifts her feet one at a time so I can pull her underwear onto her. She stands when I reach her hips. I don’t slow. I keep pulling until they are all the way up.
I pull her straps through each arm. Then I tug her bra on her. “Turn” I demand quietly. She complies with no hesitation.
Snapping it into place. I return to her dresser. Rifling through it. I locate a black tank top. Comfortable looking. And a pair of black tight jeans.
Walking back over to her, she already has her arms in the air waiting. This brings a smile to my face. Once the top is in place I kneel at her feet. Something I seem to be doing a lot of today.
I slip one leg and then the other into her pants. I tug them up to her thighs. She leans back onto the bed back arching as she lifts her hips.
I pull them all the way on. Buttoning them and zipping them up. Lifting her shirt to place a quick, loud kiss to her belly.
Standing back up I grab her a pair of socks and a pair of flat bottomed knee high black boots. Returning to her side. I grab one of her legs.
Turning her slightly so I can place a sock onto her foot. Then her boot. Then repeating the process. Once she's fully clothed I collect the brush and begin to brush her hair.
Ella sits there with her eyes closed. A huge smile on her face. Happy. She’s fucking happy. Fuck if that didn’t make me feel ten feet tall.
When I was finished. I kissed the back of her head. Cupping the side of her face in one hand. I turn it gently. Her eyes open as I lean down to press my lips to hers.
“Ready baby? I’m fucking starving.” I both question and state. Laughing, she turns completely. “Only you could pamper me one minute and the next get all huffy and demanding.” She jokes.
She’s fucking perfection. I reach for her hand. Giving a gentle tug. We make our way back to my bike. Now that she was properly clothed. I could relax a little.
We need to go out and get her, her own helmet after breakfast and maybe a leather jacket. To protect all that creamy white skin from the wind and possible road rash if we crash.
Not that I see that shit happening. The possibility of laying down my bike. That’s just laughable. Still no precaution is too small.
Slipping the helmet back onto her head. I snap the strap into place. Straddling my bike, I hold out my hand and help her on. The feel of her back there was just fucking amazing.
Her arms wrap around my waist. Reaching back, I grab her thighs and pulls her closer. Until she’s plastered to my back.
I feel her rest her cheek against my back. Smiling, I start the bike and roar out of the parking lot. Her laugh was hard to hear over the wind. But I heard it.
Pulling up in front of Sammy’s place. I look over my shoulder at Ella. The smile that was stretched a crossed her face was just beautiful.
“That was amazing. I thought the first time was a fluke. It being my first time on a bike and all. You just confirmed it. It was amazing both times.” her voice was excited and slightly breathless.
“I know baby. It gets better every fucking time. I promise you.” I tell her. I watch her eyes widen. “I get to do this more often?” her voice was full of wonder.
Her eyes were full of love? Shit. She loves me. It's all over her face. Sure, I care for her. She’s mine. But love her. No, never. The very idea of love makes me break out in hives. I don’t think I’m really capable of such feelings.
Instead of saying any of that. I give her a smile. “Of course, baby.” I lean forward and remove her helmet. Kissing her lips. I slip her hand into mine. “Come on. I’m starving.” I give her a gentle tug.
She falls into step with me. Walking through the door I head right for the corner booth. Directing her to sit on the side that faces the door, I slip into the seat across from her.
The waitress appears. Slipping the menus onto the table. She leans forward a little more than necessary right in front of me. Her tits in my face. She gives me a come-hither smile.”
Looking over the waitress's head I look at Ella. My sweet Ella is looking at her hands. Hands that are balled into fists.
Aggravation sweeps over me. I open my mouth to say something, but Ella’s sweet voice stops me dead.
“Hey. Think we can get some drinks here? That is if you can peel yourself off our fucking table.” she snaps. I feel my eyes widen slightly and a chuckle escapes my lips. Feisty. Little Ella has teeth.
With a huff the woman slowly stands. Making sure to keep her tits in my view as long as possible. I feel fucking nothing. Not a stirring. Not a twinge. Fucking nothing.
Ella makes a disgusted sound. “Now we need to have our table cleaned. Seems we have skank all over it.” she mutters. Another laugh escapes me.
“Excuse me?” The waitress or skank as Ella has dubbed her asks. “I said our table needs to be cleaned. Seems we got skank all over it. You know the desperate sleazy woman. Climbing all over our table. Please clean it the fuck up.” her voice is hard.
“Who do you think you are?” the waitress snarls. I was about to intervene. Ella’s voice once again stops me.
“The paying customer. The same paying customer who’s man you were all but humping on my table. Right the fuck in front of me. Do us all a favor keep your fucking legs closed.” She snaps at the waitress whose mouth is starting to resemble a fish.
She turns and looks at me. “Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” The waitress asks. I look up at her. Why the fuck should I care?
“Yeah.” I reply. “I thought you liked me.” The waitress pouts. Racking my brain trying to place her. Coming up completely blank. My eyes drop to her tits. Jen. Her names Jen.
Ella makes a sound of distress. I look at her and she glares at me. Shit. Fuck she thought I was checking her out.
Reaching for her hand. I snatch it before she can pull it back. I look into her eyes. I want her to know I mean this shit.
“I wasn’t fucking checking her out. Just looking for a name baby. My mind is drawing a blank where she’s concerned.” I keep my voice low.
The smile that spread over Ella’s face was my reward. A fucking sweet reward. A growling sound coming from my right has me turn to look over at the waitress.
“How could you forget our time together?” her voice has taken on a whiny tone. “Wasn’t that good I guess.” I reply with a shrug.
“Now take our fucking order.” I snarl at her. My voice has gone cold. How fucking dare, she flaunts this bullshit in front of Ella. I wasn’t lying though. I couldn’t fucking remember her.
I glare at her. Watching as she swallows hard. That’s right bitch. I will fucking kill you. Won’t even bother me. You mean fucking nothing.
“What can I get for you.” she asks me sweetly. Completely ignoring Ella. “Well, you can fucking take my girls order first.” I say coldly. Letting the killer in me shine in my eyes.
Her eyes widen. Turning quickly, she takes Ella’s order. Who couldn’t stop smiling the whole time. I watched in rampant fascination as Ella makes her work for it.
She changed her order about fifteen times already. Putting my hand up. I stop her. “I’ll order for us both sweetheart. I’m fucking starving. You had me burning a lot of calories last night.” My voice went husky.
She smile’s sweetly. Almost innocently. “Okay. But I want a coke please.” She’s a quick one. Taking a jab even after the fact.
The waitress turns back to me. Her smile big. “What can I get for you?” her voice has a husky tone. Is this bitch stupid?
“Bring my girl, her a pebble. I want a boulder. Coke for her. Orange for me.” I wait for her to finish and leave. She lingers. “Food now.” I growl. She scampers into the back.
“Pebble?” Ella asks. “Yeah, two pancakes, two strips of bacon, scrambled e
ggs, and toast.” I say while looking at her tits. Can’t help it. She has some nice tits.
“That’s a lot. I think it may be too much Jace.” she says quietly. I look up at her. “I don’t think I should be eating so much food. I could stand to lose a few pounds.” her voice was quiet.
“Don’t say shit like that. Your fucking perfect.” I snap angrily at her. Instead of smiling, she looks down at the table.
“I wish I looked like Tessa. She’s been working out since she was six. Kick boxing and stuff. So she's naturally slim. Look at me. I’m average and overweight.” Her voice is sad.
“Fucking look at me Ella. Stop fucking wishing you were someone else. Those shoes have been filled. Be happy that you’re you. One of a kind and fucking perfect.” I say firmly yet gently.
“I want to see you eat it all. I know you Ella. Or have you forgotten?” I ask her. She nods her head. Reaching over I grip her chin in my hand. Forcing her to look at me. I sit up a little and lean across the table. Stealing a quick kiss.
Chapter 5
Ella
Leaving the dinner and the skank of a waitress was nice. I can't believe she put her phone number onto the receipt. Didn't she fuck see me?
When I noticed the number, I had, had enough. Standing I start in her direction. Jace wrapped both arms around me. Stopping me in my tracks. Refusing to let me go no matter how hard I pulled and tugged.
I may not be Tessa. But I could hold my own. This bitch had it coming. The more I thought about her. The more I wanted to go rip her head bald.
How could she do something like that. She almost reminded me of Amber. My resolve was renewed and I started fighting with everything in me. I almost didn’t think I would get free. Jace was a fucking wall of muscle.
I got about a foot away and then I was sailing through the air and onto his shoulder. His hand comes down on my ass hard. So, I slap his back. He hits my ass again. I slap his back again. After the third time. I just fucking scream in anger.
The thought of getting back to her and ripping all her red hair out. I could almost taste the revenge. The exhilaration. I wanted to know if she died that shit or of was natural. What better way than to check out the roots up close and personal.
“Chill out baby.” He says. Making this choking sound I snarl. “The bitch needs to be taught a lesson.” Jace shrugs his shoulders and puts me down.
With a gentle pat on the back, he points in the direction she went. I head in that direction with glee. The anger coursing through my body won’t be appeased until I tear every last strand of hair from her overly makeup-ed, fake eye lashed head.
I watch her go into the bathroom. Fucking perfect. I head in that direction. Anticipation rushes through me.
Slamming through the door. A smile spreads over my face as her eyes widen in shock. Shock that quickly turned to fear. She keeps looking behind me at the door. As if willing someone to come in and save her.
Not fucking happening. “He’s not coming.” I inform her with relish. “You see, Jen. You and me. We have a big fucking problem.” I stare in her eyes.
“I come in here looking to enjoy a nice meal with my man. Then some over used whore starts batting her eyes and shoving her tits in his face.” I snarl.
“But you see she doesn’t stop there. She keeps pushing. Then she goes and gives him her number.” My voice has gone cold. Deadly even.
She has large pleading eyes. I would have left her alone if she had backed off after the first and second failed attempt. But she refused to give up.
She makes a break for it. Too bad for her. I was standing between her and her freedom. As soon as she rushed past me, I reached out and grabbed her hair. Pulling her to a stop. I watch her lose momentum. Then go flying backwards.
She hit the floor hard. The air forced from her lungs. Grabbing her hair again, I give a tug. A hard-fucking tug. I could feel it as it was pulled from her head. Her eyes fill with tears.
She tries to fight me off. Tried to roll away. I straddle her. Punching her in the face over and over. My other hand holding her hair. Giving hard tugs and feel more strands come free.
This continues for about five minutes. The punch to the face and hair ripping. She’s crying in earnest now. I stop and take it all in. Red hair is everywhere. There was some left on her head. But not much.
Standing I look down at her. “Huh, guess you were a true redhead. Next time you pull shit like you did out there. You may not get so fucking lucky. I know you know who he is. If the vest didn’t give it away.” I say with venom dripping from my voice. “Then your fucking wonderful night together did.” I spit out.
Disgusted. I was fucking disgusted. Is this what I had to look forward to? Every fucking time we went out? What about the club whores? Would they start shit too?
Leaning down so I can whisper in her ear. “Say anything about what happened in here. Anything at all. You might just disappear. Let this be a warning and a lesson for you. Keep your whorish behavior to the men who are single.” standing I finish with a slight kick to her side.
Smiling, I walk out of the bathroom. Feeling better I make my way over to Jace. Who happens to be leaning against the wall five feet away. “Do I need to call in clean up?” he asks with a smile.
“No.” I respond with a smile. “That was an awful lot of crying for a no sweetheart.” he says in a laughter filled voice.
“No. I don’t need clean up. She can fix herself.” I say while brushing her hair from my pants. “You know I didn’t want her right baby?” He asks.
“I know. But she just kept pushing. She wouldn’t stop. Knowing I was sitting right there.” I reply in anger. I almost want to go back in there and finish what I started.
He leans and gives me a kiss. A kiss full of promise. “As much as I want to take you right fucking here. Your sore and Axel called. I need to head back to the club.” his voice was low.
“Okay. Can I go to the club house with you?” I ask. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ve got some club shit to handle. But you can stay and hang out with Tessa.” his voice was sweet. I could hear the hard edge coming into it.
He was reverting back into the Cold as ice Jace. It was sexy as fuck. I stand on tip toes and kiss his lips.
“Come on baby.” he grabs my hand and leads me out to his bike. “We’ll go shopping later.” he says while putting the helmet on my head and strapping it on.
As soon as I get situated on the bike. He’s taking off. Almost rushing to the club house. I feel almost concerned. Is something wrong?
“Come on baby.” he says quietly. Looking around I realize were at the club. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even realize we had stopped. Let alone, we had made it to the club house.
As soon as I’m off the bike and the helmet was removed. I watch something in his eyes change. Whatever was there this morning was gone. In its place was the Jace everyone else was familiar with.
He leans down kisses me quickly on the lips. I feel myself relax slightly. It's not me. He turns on his heel with long strides he quickly makes his way to the clubhouse door. I have to run to keep up.
Whatever sweetness he had was gone. The door closes behind him. This was the cold man. The one that puts fear into men. Made them piss themselves when he came near.
I was running to the door. Something was very wrong. Rushing through the doors. I take in the room. All the boys were missing. Brandon as well. That last part has my tense body relaxing.
Tessa was sitting at a table devouring a huge breakfast. Waffles, strawberry’s, blueberry’s, eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, hash browns, a cup of milk, and a cup of orange juice.
“As always my brother must have made you breakfast.” I say with a smile. It's both a curse and a blessing to her.
“Yeah the man’s trying to turn me into a whale.” she laughs. “You love it.” I reply. “You know it.” she gets out before stuffing more waffles into her mouth.
She swallows hard and looks at me with probing eyes. Ha, probing. Someti
mes I crack myself up. “So Jace.” she says. Not a question.
I lean forward. I bet I have this big goofy smile on my face. Probably look like a deranged clown. Minus the make-up. “Yeah. It was amazing Tessa. Way more than I expected.” I say while nodding.
“Oh yeah, I just bet. That man is all hard. Both muscle’s and emotional.” she replies with a half-smile. Concern was seeping into her voice.
Wanting to put her at ease. “Tessa. He was so sweet. He cleaned me up. Dressed me. Took me home, undressed me and showered me. Then he redressed me. Took me to breakfast and fed me a huge breakfast.” I say the happiness clear to hear. I look her in the eyes. “He even put me on his bike.
Her eyes get huge. A gasp escapes her. “Fucking really. No joking Ella.” she says in a serious voice. “I swear. No joking. Called me his girl.” I say bouncing in my seat.
“I just can’t believe you and Mr. cold. This what you really want Ella? There’s no going back.” her voice has taken on that motherly tone. A tone she has perfected over the last two years.
“Yes, Tessa. I’m more than positive. I love him.” I say with a sigh. “I’m worried he may never love me though.” I tell her.
Chapter 6
Jace
I watch her walk into my room. I don’t want to leave her. But it looks like I need to. Either Axel or I needed to head out to Greenville. I guess the Blazing Devils want a meeting. Where Tessa’s Pregnant I told him to stay. Being second leaves all the jobs Axel can't or won't do on me.
Ella sits down on our bed. I like the sound of that, not mine but ours. “I need to leave for a few days.” I tell her. Her quick intake of breath bounces off the walls. “I want you to stay here. In our bed.” I say, or more like demand. She’s already shaking her head no. “I want to go with you.”
Her eyes are pleading. This is not a good fucking idea. I don’t want to leave her either. If Brandon’s attitude in the chapel was anything to go by. Leaving her here might give him the opportunity to attack her verbally. Then I might have to kill him.
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