THE DEVIL’S BRIDE

by April Lust

  Ace told himself the reason he was so eager to take Fiona to bed was because she was so different than what he was used to, but then she instinctively began to move against him, and he utterly forgot what he had been thinking about.

  Slipping his hands around her waist, Ace guided her hips, loving the way his hands seemed to perfectly form around her. He brought his hands up, once again feeling her tight stomach. Ace gently pressed his thumb into her bellybutton, smiling at the way Fiona’s breath hitched.

  He brought his hands even higher, his fingers stealing beneath her leather vest to tease the full, soft underside of her breasts, only the thin fabric of her bra separating their skin.

  Ace was surprised—the women he normally liked had a handful and then some when it came to their bra size, but he found himself enchanted by Fiona’s smaller and thus perkier tits. They heaved underneath the too-small vest, and Ace watched his fingers begin to frantically pluck away at the buttons.

  The vest finally opened after what seemed like an eternity, and Ace immediately covered Fiona’s breasts with his hands, feeling her nipples poke into his palms through the gauzy material. His cock throbbed in his jeans, but Fiona felt it and pulled away, pressing herself even farther into Ace’s grasp.

  He tweaked her left nipple through her bra, and Fiona fell back against him, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure. Delighting in her response, Ace quickly unhooked her bra clasps and came around to face her. He slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, kneeling to cup her tits together. He pushed his face into them, appreciating their warmth.

  Fiona stood there, frozen, as he began to lick and suckle her breasts. Slowly, as he toyed with her, she began to melt, running her fingers through his shaggy hair. Her knees almost buckled as he worked over one pink peak for several long moments and then moved on to the next, occasionally coming back to the first.

  He nipped at her with his teeth, and Fiona hissed, tightening her grip on his hair and pulling him away. Ace surged upwards, grabbing her around the waist and pushing her against the counter. He wanted her to know he was in charge here, and that she was his whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted.

  Forcibly ripping open the button on her pants, Ace roughly pulled them down, her white thong almost coming down with them.

  Ace stayed down on his knees, looking at the virginal underwear. Never had he wanted to tear something off of a woman so badly. Squashing this impulse, Ace slowly stood up, and gently placed Fiona on the counter.

  She was growing more and more confused with each passing second. Ace kept going back and forth between soft and hard, rushing and taking his time. It was like he was trying to make sure this lasted as long as possible.

  She’d had visions of Ace drunkenly panting on top of her while she prayed for him to hurry up, but never had she expected him to caress every square inch of her skin. Or for him to stare at the most inner part of her with such intense desire.

  She self-consciously tried to close her legs, to block his view, but Ace put up his hands to stop her, tracing his fingers along the insides of her thighs. Fiona shivered with pleasure and Ace patiently eased her knees apart again, kissing them.

  He slid his hands up Fiona’s legs, smoothing them over her hips, his thumbs dipping down to lightly brush against the top of her pussy through the silk fabric of her thong. Ace hesitated for only a second before firmly pressing upwards, right where he knew her clit would be.

  Fiona’s body went rigid, then immediately limp as he pulled his fingers away. She panted heavily in shock.

  As suddenly as Ace’s fingers had left her, they were back, pulling her underwear to the side so his tongue might join them in plying Fiona’s hot, wet pussy with such heady sensations she thought she was going to pass out.

  He dragged his tongue the full length of her in long, slow strokes, building Fiona up higher and higher. Any confusion she had previously felt was now forgotten, along with almost everything she had ever known in life. Nothing existed for Fiona except Ace’s hands and mouth.

  He stepped back, and Fiona whimpered at the loss of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. Holding out a hand, he helped Fiona off the counter and followed her to the bedroom.

  She climbed onto the bed, feeling awkward. Ace had just made her feel good, like, really good. Now was usually the time when Ash would say it was her turn to go down on him, but Fiona wasn’t sure if that was what Ace wanted. Maybe he just wanted to have sex now.

  She hesitantly reached for his belt buckle, but Ace stayed her hand once again. “Don’t you want to…” Fiona trailed off, feeling horribly inexperienced and embarrassed.

  “What I want to do right now, more than anything, Fiona,” Ace said seriously, “is to get an up close and personal look at that ass of yours.”

  Fiona smiled uncertainly. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. Part of her was enjoying being bossed around.

  Ace, sensing that, dropped his voice to a menacing whisper. “Lie face down,” he ordered.

  Fiona did as she was told, adrenaline flooding her body with anticipation. She felt Ace moving around on the bed behind her and then his hands on her hips again.

  He slid his fingers under the silk, lace waistband and tugged gently, slipping the thong down her legs. Ace leaned forward, cupping Fiona’s ass with both hands, admiring its perfect bubble shape.

  He had always considered himself to be a breast man, but Fiona had him wondering if all these years he’d been missing out. Settling between her legs, he lay down to get an intimate look at Fiona.

  He reached out with his fingers, lightly flicking her clitoris with his middle finger. Fiona ground her hips into the bed in response. Ace decided he liked that very much. He did it again.

  He drew small circles around her clit, noticing how her body mimicked the movement his hands made. He turned his face, licking the V where Fiona’s thigh and pussy met.

  Fiona groaned loudly. She was beginning to tremble, her body unable to handle the sensations Ace’s tongue was eliciting from her. A hot point in the pit of Fiona’s stomach pulsed, sending out little sparks to her every nerve ending.

  It wasn’t as though Fiona had never had an orgasm before, but certainly not one that seemed like it started at her fingertips and worked its way inward.

  Every stroke of Ace’s tongue, every finger he pressed inside her, every time he whispered her name, Fiona got closer and closer to that all-encompassing point. Her heart pounded, her blood surged, and she thought she was going to explode, bigger and brighter than any Fourth of July fireworks.

  Ace sat up and wiped his face, smiling at Fiona’s limp, satisfied body. He guaranteed she’d never been eaten out like that before. Her reactions alone were enough to confirm that. Ace actually felt a little bad for her. She was obviously a good person; it was shitty she’d never been treated like it.

  Yeah, well, the world’s funny that way, isn’t it? Ace heard that same voice sarcastically say. He shook the thought clear as Fiona began to stir.

  She rolled over lazily, giving Ace the opportunity to leisurely gaze at her perfect body. He was still rock hard, and a large part of him ached to lay his body across hers, to plunge himself deep within her. Another part, however, was perfectly content just to look at her and know he gave her the easy smile that now crossed her face.

  The stress of the day combined with the absolute release Fiona had just experienced was a powerful sedative. Fiona was determined to follow through with her end of the bargain—partially for her brother, and partially to see what other wonders Ace would be able to perform on her body—but she was fading fast.

  Her eyelids were fluttering once more, but this time from exhaustion, Ace noted. Impulsively, he kicked off his boots and lay in the bed next to her. Fiona immediately rolled over, throwing an arm over his chest and a leg over his hip.

  He froze with his hands in the air, with no clue of where to put them or what to do next. Fiona took one of his palms and placed it s
o Ace was firmly cupping one buttock. The other she moved so it was resting in her thick, wild hair.

  Sighing happily, Fiona settled against Ace, and within minutes, was gently snoring.

  Ace, for his part, still had no idea what he was doing. Was he really going to spend the night here? In a house his mortal enemy had already shot up once before, with a woman he had just spent the last half hour eating out, only to end up with blue balls in return.

  He looked at Fiona. After listening to her snap at him all night long, she was so peaceful now as she slept in his arms, but Ace needed to return to the gang and give them instructions to set up surveillance on Alexei.

  He moved slightly, trying to pull his arm out from under her, but she only held onto him tighter.

  “Ace…” Fiona sleepily whispered. “Stay, please.”

  Ace doubted Fiona even knew she was talking, let alone what she was saying, but for once in his life, Ace did as he was told. He carefully sat up, making sure not to wake Fiona as he stripped off his shirt.

  Lying back down, Ace gathered Fiona in his arms once more, smiling as he drifted off to join her in dreamland.

  Chapter 5

  Ace awoke suddenly. He looked around wildly, searching for whatever had woken him so abruptly. He didn’t recognize where he was, but then that wasn’t uncommon for him. The beginnings of morning light filtered through the curtains, softly illuminating the room. Ace looked down next to him and saw a mass of brown hair that seemed to have exploded during the night.

  Last night! Ace remembered frantically.

  Memories came flooding back to him: Fiona and her friend walking into The Crabtree; realizing Fiona was about as far from a biker babe as you could get; kissing her in the back office, feeling her kiss him back; feeling her wrap her arms tight around him as she rode on the back of his Harley; lapping at her sweet pussy from behind as he gripped her perfect ass.

  Ace felt his cock begin to stir once again as he remembered eating Fiona out. Never had he known a woman could taste so good. He thought he could have her breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and still be hungry for dessert.

  He started to slowly inch his way down the bed, thinking he could wake Fiona up by having some breakfast in bed. Ace gently slid the sheet down her naked body, growing harder by the second.

  Fiona shifted, murmuring in her sleep. Ace froze; after an entire night of eating the girl out, that was how he wanted to start his day?

  Ace was not what Katie, or any of the other women he’d been with, would call a generous lover. Of course he was always willing to help get a lady going, but even Ace would agree: he was never overly concerned with who finished first, as long as he got to finish.

  So, spending that much time face-first in a vagina was more than a little odd for him.

  Why did I do that last night? Ace wondered, staring at the beige carpet on Fiona’s floor. She’s supposed to fuck me for help with Alexei, not use me as her personal vibrator! She manipulated me! Deep down, he knew that wasn’t true. He had been the one to initiate things with her. He had been the one to set her up on the counter; hell, he had practically thrown himself to his knees to get to her. If the gang had seen him, they would have said he was whipped, which he was most certainly not.

  Ace stood up angrily, not caring if he woke Fiona. He hurriedly put on his pants, quickly followed by his socks and shoes. He grabbed his shirt, throwing it on as he walked into the living room.

  Ace refused to look at the kitchen, secretly afraid that if he saw the countertop it would cause him to run back into Fiona’s bedroom and dive beneath the covers head first. He stormed to the door and ripped it open, slamming it behind him. A moment later, he had started his bike and was roaring down the street, headed for downtown, letting the wind blow his thoughts away.

  He killed the engine as he pulled up; everyone in The Hell Brothers was a heavy sleeper, usually passing out versus actually going to sleep, but Ace wanted to be especially careful of waking a certain someone.

  The Hell Brothers—most of them, anyway—lived in a large, decrepit house that had about a million things on its to do list. Katie slept in Ace’s bed more nights than not, but he doubted he would find her there now. Worse, he was surprised to find he wasn’t all that upset about it.

  He had been rocking at least a quarter-staff for the last twelve hours, yet he had zero desire to go upstairs and find Katie and convince her to help him take care of it. He considered jerking off, but that felt incredibly juvenile. Plus, Ace had a strong suspicion that even if he did handle it himself, it was the sort of hard-on that could only be solved by burying it into the hot, sweet pussy of a fiery woman.

  He had complicated things for himself by leaving so abruptly, he realized. Fiona was most likely going to be more than a little upset that he had bailed on her. She had worried that he was going to fuck her and leave, and that was pretty much exactly what he had done. He cursed at himself. Fucking idiot! The whole point was to get Fiona to give herself up willingly to him; that was the only way this thing with Alexei was worth it. He seriously doubted she would be so willing when she woke up alone this morning.

  Ace adjusted the front of his pants and walked into the house. He went up the stairs, cringing at every squeak the wooden floorboards made. Taking a peek through the door crack, Ace saw his bed was empty. Good. He hurriedly kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, sighing with relief. He needed sleep. Sleep would make things clearer. Ace was just a little confused right now, but a good night’s rest would put him right back on top, where he belonged. He was sure of it.

  Ace rolled onto his side, punching his pillow to flatten it out. This made his elbow uncomfortably dig into the bed, so he flipped onto his stomach. This wasn’t good either—now he felt like his airflow was restricted. He lay on his back again; it was how he usually slept. But no matter what he tried, he could not remember how he positioned his hands. Everything seemed awkward and wrong. He tiredly wondered if someone had stuck a green bean under his pillow, or whatever that old fairy tale was.

  He lay there, tossing and turning, waiting for the sleep that never came. He listened as the house began to slowly wake and move around him.

  Ace heard Smalls in the room next door get up, heading to spend his habitual twenty minutes in the bathroom before going downstairs to make a giant pan of hash browns and sausage. It was first come, first served, and Ace was always served first, but this morning he had no appetite.

  There was a loud knock on the door.

  “Go away!” Ace called as he stared at the ceiling, his hands behind his head.

  The door opened anyway, and Ace mentally cursed never having gotten around to putting a lock on it.

  “Where the fuck have you been all night?” Katie stood at the foot of his bed, one hand on her hip.

  Ace audibly groaned. “Can we not do this?” he begged her. “I got no sleep.”

  “Gee, I wonder fuckin’ why,” she said with a mocking innocence. “Could it be because you spent the whole night dick-deep in some cager?” A biker term for a person who drove a car.

  “You know, you sound like a real bitch when you’re jealous, Katie,” Ace said, not bothering to ask her how she knew Fiona and Melanie had been lying. He sat up on his elbows to glare at her. This was an old fight of theirs, and an exhausting one, in Ace’s opinion. It was getting worse and worse every time, and Ace was starting to have trouble justifying them.

  Is what I have with Katie worth tiring myself out over and over again over a situation that will never be resolved? It obviously wasn’t worth enough to him that he was willing to give up other women, or he would have by now. Think of the gang, he reminded himself.

  Whatever he decided about Katie, today wasn’t a good day for fighting. Today, he had to tell The Hell Brothers that they would be going after Alexei. It wasn’t something he was looking forward to.

  Figuring he might as well get the worst of it over with, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up to face Katie. �
��I’ve decided we’re going after Alexei,” he told her as he pulled on his jeans.

  She went still, her beautiful face rigid with shock. Ace knew the shock would soon wear off and become anger.

  “You’re doing what?” she cried disbelievingly.

  There it is, Ace thought, amused. He carefully constructed a confused look on his face. “What?” he asked innocently. “I’m just doing what you suggested. Last night at The Crabtree you said we needed to do something about Alexei. I decided you’re right.”

  Katie stared at him. “I said we needed a plan! I didn’t say we get ourselves killed!” she hissed.

  “I got a plan,” Ace said distractedly, searching for a semi-clean shirt in the various piles of clothing on the floor. Finding one, he pulled it over his head. “We go after Alexei.”