Jace (The Black Hornets MC Book 1)

by Savannah Rylan

  Would that bother Jace?

  I clung tighter to him while we rode through the desert. We crossed the threshold into town, and I felt him stiffen against my cheek. I couldn’t help it. My fingertips kept running up and down the divots of his abs. I felt them, even though his shirt. I felt the strength of his lean muscles, even through the leather of his vest against my cheek. I knew he was growing hotter underneath my fingered caresses against his skin. I felt it.

  And it made me anxious to get to his place.

  With Jace, I felt safe. And beautiful. With him, I felt as if I had a purpose. As if I could have a different life than the one I led. He might not have understood that, but he didn’t have to. I owed him more than I could ever repay, and he hadn’t done anything yet. I closed my eyes and scooted closer to him. Pressed my heated core against his ass while we rode down back roads and passed the bright lights of a city I was wholly unfamiliar with.

  I’d never gotten past that bench most of the time.

  Finally, his motorcycle came to a halt, and I opened my eyes. We had pulled up to what looked like a warehouse junkyard, but that wasn’t quite what it was. There were decks built around the massive metal encasings and doors and windows that had been cut and added into the framework. I stared at it before I felt Jace slip his hand into mine, urging me off his bike.

  But before my feet could hit the ground, he scooped me up into his arms.

  “Jace, what are you doing?” I asked, giggling.

  I caught his playful grin, but he didn’t respond to my question. All he did was walk me up to what I figured was his front door, toss it open, and walk us in.

  “You don’t ever lock your door?” I asked.

  He stuck his foot out and closed it behind him, then he slowly reached back while cradling me in one of his arms and flipped the lock on his door.

  “Only when my place has things of importance inside its walls,” he said.

  My cheeks flushed a crimson shade I felt stiffen my entire body. Jace’s eyes danced around my face as he held me close, carrying me through his warehouse apartment. It was cozy. Large. The cavernous space was lofted to house a second story, and as Jace climbed us up the stairs, I grew anxious. I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my face against his shoulder, steadying my breaths and awaiting my fate in the arms of this robust and gorgeous man.

  “Are you thirsty?” he asked.

  I felt my body being lowered to a bed as I gazed up into his eyes. He sat down on the edge of the bed and cupped my cheek, his thumb sliding across my skin. I nuzzled into his palm mindlessly. His touch was warm. Reassuring. Comforting. And I wanted more of it. I turned my lips into his skin to kiss and heard him sigh heavily before his hand threaded slowly through my hair.

  For a split second, I felt him grip my hair. Command my head before releasing my strands and allowing his hand to fall away.

  I wanted him to do it again.

  “I’m okay,” I said.

  “Hungry?”

  “I ate at the bar, remember? The sandwiches?”

  “You could still be hungry.”

  “I promise, I’m not.”

  I raised my hand up to cup Jace’s cheek, taking in his beautiful green stare. I was mesmerized by it. By the way the… stars twinkled in his eyes?

  I whipped my head around and saw the beautiful expanse of the desert from the windows of his bedroom. I scooted to the other edge of the bed, taken by the sight as the whole of the darkened world was splayed out in front of me. My jaw dropped open. He had the most incredible view of the sky from his windows. They all sat close together. Seven or eight of them, covering the two sides of his bedroom walls on the upper lofted level of his home. I felt his hand smooth my hair away from my neck as I counted the stars again. I felt his lips against my neck as his long, languid body slid closer to mine. I sighed at the touch of his soft pout. Whimpered at the way his tongue caressed my pulse point. My head fell to the side, dropping straight into his opened palm before his lips settled around a patch of skin he sucked between his teeth.

  Suddenly, I was no longer interested in the view.

  His free hand slid down the side of my body, tickling the dip in my waist. I giggled out into his room, but his nibbling lips quickly turned that giggle into a moan. His hand eased underneath the hem of my black pants, teasing his fingertips along the edges of my panties. My jaw quivered as his lips made their way to my ear. He nuzzled my earlobe, sending shivers up and down my arms. My head feel deeper into his palm, and his hand took it as an invitation to fist my hair harder.

  And when he quickly turned my head to meet his stare, my entire body moved along with the movement.

  My back fell to the bed, and his hand slid underneath my pants and hovered right over my pussy. I gasped at the quick motion, watching his emerald green stare darken before my very eyes. His lips had swelled with their contact against my skin, beckoning to my lips for a kiss. I felt his fingertips trace the edge of my underwear. I wanted his eyes to drop down to my mouth. I felt his hand winding tighter in my hair, holding himself back as he gazed down at my body. I finally found the strength to move. To slide my hands up his leather-clad arms and slowly spread my legs. A wicked grin spread across his cheeks as his fingertips breached the tops of my underwear, pooling a heat between my pussy lips I’d never be able to deny.

  I cupped his cheeks with my hands before wrapping them around his head. And when I pulled him down for a kiss, his hand slipped between my dripping folds.

  “Oh, yes,” I whispered.

  Our tongues collided and electricity shot throughout my body. His fingers splayed me open, my wetness dripping down my ass crack. I moaned against his lips. Felt his grin against mine. My hands threaded through the tresses of his hair, gripping onto any part of him I could find. His fingers explored my softness. My juices coated his fire-hot skin. My hips lifted to his hands, begging for more of him as my heels planted into the comforting mattress of his bed.

  It had been weeks since my back had been laid on a decent mattress.

  My jaw quivered as his fingers found my clit. He swirled them around, breaking the kiss and allowing me the taste of his breath upon my lips. I panted at his ministrations. Felt fire rush my veins as I shivered against him. I gripped his leather coat, rolling into his fingers as his eyes stared straight into mine. He wanted to watch all of me. Command my body as I shook and writhed for him. And I loved the attention. Adored the sensations running throughout my body.

  “Oh, Jace,” I whispered.

  “That’s it. Let me hear you, beautiful.”

  His tempered voice forced my body to fall back to the bed as he hovered over me. His hand worked magic. Filled my body with electricity that forced my eyes to roll into the back of my head. I felt him working my pants down. Every time I rose up to meet his palm, he slid them down a little more. Before I knew it, he had me bare from my hips down. My pussy was opened to the cold air of his warehouse apartment as my legs spread to accommodate his body. I looked up and met his stare. I saw fire brimming over the edges of his eyes. His fingers pressed into my clit, pulling groans from my throat as my head collapsed back onto the bed.

  Then, I felt it. The burning sensation of a telltale end I hadn’t met in years.

  “Oh my gosh. Jace. Yes. So close.”

  I felt him ease himself between my legs, his lips kissing the insides of my thighs.

  “Jace,” I whimpered.

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  My eyes shot open at the heat of his question as my thighs trembled with the need for release. He slowed his motions, and I sighed as the sensation slowly subsided. No more burning. No more shaking. No more tensing of my abs and no more stars bursting behind my eyes. I felt his lips kiss my sweating skin. I felt his fingers slowly pull away from my body. Was that it? Was it done? Was he leaving me here by myself?

  He answered me, however, when his hands guided my legs over the breadth of his strong shoulders.

  “You don�
��t get anything until you tell me what you want.”

  His stern voice levitated my head, causing me to look down at him as his heated stare gazed up at me from my dripping pussy folds.

  “I want you,” I said breathlessly.

  Then, when I watched his tongue come down onto my swollen slit, I felt him slide his hands underneath my ass cheeks and bring my pussy to him. Like he was about to feast on me. Like he was about to eat his fill for the night.

  And oh, how I wanted him to.

  Chapter 8

  Jace

  Leti was warm. Tight. The thickness of her legs called to my lips as I dropped them against her skin. She shook so beautifully for me. Her hips rolled effortlessly against my fingers. Fuck. Her pussy was so hot, and I could tell she’d be tight, just for me. I saw her approaching her end a little too quickly, though, and I didn’t want it to stop yet. I wanted to elongate her pleasure as much as possible. Give her a thorough rundown of all the things I could do to her body. But when my tongue fell against her hot pussy folds, and I tasted the salted honey dripping from her entrance, something inside me snapped.

  It was as if I hadn’t had water in days, and I found myself devouring her.

  I gripped her voluptuous ass cheeks and rose her pussy to my face. I lapped at her wetness, taking in her offering as she bucked and writhed against my bed. Her moans and whimpers were too much for me. I felt my cock pressing against my jeans, weeping for attention against my boxers. I wanted to tease her more. Until she was begging me to cum. To give her the one thing only I could tonight. But I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t help the way her juices melted on the tip of my tongue and coated the edges of my cheeks. I couldn’t help the way my body growled against hers as she clamped her thighs down around my face. Leti pressed her heels into my back and bucked up against me. Ground against my tongue as I flattened it on top of her clit.

  I slurped every ounce of juice down she had to give me until she was a blubbering, sweating mess.

  “Jace. Please. I need it. I need to come. It’s been so long, and I just want to feel--.”

  I lapped my tongue heavily against her throbbing clit as I worked my leather jacket off my shoulder.

  “You just want to feel what?” I asked.

  Her eyes fluttered open, and I listened as she drew in a deep breath. I tossed my leather jacket to the side and kicked off my boots before my toes aided in removing my socks. I’d done this dance many times. But never had I been so eager to be inside of a woman before. I rose up from between Leti’s legs, her scent wafting around my head as my cheeks glistened with her. I watched her eyes follow my every movement. I saw her pussy jumping for the need for more attention. I gripped my shirt and tugged it over my head, exposing the tattoos on my arms and across my chest for her to see. They were tattoos I had gotten after every job with The Black Hornets. Each one signified the job’s purpose, outcome, and bodies I had dropped in the process.

  I watched Leti’s eyes graze over them, sitting up so she could get a better look.

  I knelt down in front of her and slowly eased her shirt off her body. Her fingertips came up and traced the outlines of the drawings on my skin, and the sensations sent jolts of electricity to the tip of my dick. I reached around and unclasped her bra, freeing the most incredible pair of tits I’d ever seen in my life. I licked my lips. I wiped her essence from my skin before I slowly eased her naked body back to the bed. I felt her hands unbuckle and unzip my hands. Eager to pull out my cock as our eyes connected.

  She rolled my pants and boxers down my ass, and I grinned when I felt her fingernails curl into the strength of my body.

  “You just want to feel what?” I asked again.

  I kicked off the rest of my clothes, and I watched her eyes fall to my cock. They widened in the cutest way alive as my cock wept at the sight of her. Leti’s beautiful amber stare came back up to mine, her tits puckered and waiting for my lips. I dipped my tongue to her chest, lapping over her tender peaks and listening as she gasped.

  “I won’t give it to you if you won’t tell me,” I said.

  “I just want to feel beautiful,” she said quickly.

  Never in my life had my heart broken and my body soared in the exact same moment. Until that moment, at least.

  I reached down and grabbed my cock, then slowly eased it into her pussy. Her legs trembled as my face fell to her tits, and I groaned out into her skin. Fuck. She was so tight. Too tight for words. Her juices dripped all over me, coating my balls with every inch her body swallowed down. She moaned out. Her hands fisted my hair and pulled my lips back up to hers. She crashed them against mine as my hips bottomed out against her body, and I forced myself to sit there so she could adjust. Her walls gripped me tightly. Rippled with a need for release as they drenched me in her fluids. I nibbled on Leti’s lower lip as her tits pressed against my chest, filling the divots of my muscles and bringing me closer than I’d ever been to any woman before.

  Something felt different with her, and I wanted to explore her until I knew what it was.

  I inched out slowly and guided myself back in. Every nerve ending in my body was on edge, forcing me to keep my come at bay. Her toes slid up the backs of my legs. Her smooth skin glided against mine. She locked her ankles around my waist, tilting her pelvis and opening up more of her body to me.

  And when I slid in that extra inch, I could no longer contain myself.

  I snapped my hips against hers, feeling how she cried out against my shoulder. I fisted the sheets of my bed for leverage, rolling deeply into her body. I slammed against her and rose her up the bed. I inched her up towards the headboard before I reached out for it. My hands gripped the top, and my knees dug into the bed. I pounded against her as growls fell from my lips. Her hands traveled everywhere. She slid her fingertips over my tattoos and my cock pulsed for her. Her legs gripped me tightly. Her thick thighs molded to my muscles. Her hands slid around my back and raked down my skin, her nails leaving marks I knew I’d revel in come morning.

  “Shit. Leti. Fuck, yes.”

  “Harder, Jace. Please.”

  My eyes dropped to her face, and I felt her pussy fluttering around my cock.

  “I’m so close,” she whimpered.

  I wanted to deny her. To prolong it as much as I could. But the animal inside of me wouldn’t quit. I pounded against her body, jiggling her tits for my viewing pleasure and reveling in the feeling her thick thighs moving against my skin. Her nails gripped into my back, leaving crescent marks behind. I gripped so tightly onto my headboard that I heard it beginning to crack. Splinter. Give way underneath the strength of my grasp. I dropped to her body. I planted my hands beside her head and slammed against her hips. Her pussy swallowed every part of me down as her juices splashed against my skin, coating me in her mark.

  And I found I wanted to give that same courtesy back.

  “Jace, yes. Oh… my… yes! It’s happening. Don’t stop. It’s been so long, oh please, Jace. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t. Ever. Stop!”

  Her back arched and her body stopped. Her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as her pussy held me within its vice grip. I was stuck. I didn’t want to move. Her pussy milked my cock, pulling the rest of me to that darkened peak as my face dropped into the crook of her neck. Her body shivered against mine. Her legs pulled taut, and her arms rushed around me, her nails hanging on for dear life.

  And when my cock unloaded within her, my teeth sank into the delicious meat of her shoulder.

  I groaned. Growled. Rocked against her as my dick sprayed her with come. I filled her to the brim. Until the pulsing of her pussy pushed our juices out from between her legs. Threads of cum coated her walls, marking her as mine. And once I felt her collapse underneath me and heave for air, I released my teeth and kissed at the marks I’d left behind on her beautiful olive skin.

  I stroked my fingers through her raven hair. I felt her sweat pressing against my body as mine dripped off and onto hers. Her arms wrapped around me and p
ulled me down onto her, and I couldn’t resist the warmth of her curves. My cock stayed sheathed within her heat. It remained in the comforting wetness of her body as the two of us quaked against the other. I laid there in her arms until she moved underneath me. Then, I shifted and fell off to the side before pulling her against my chest.

  I laid there, listening to her breathing even out against my body. She had her leg pressed between my thighs and her back curved to the swell and dip of my torso. I threaded my arm around her waist and held her close, burying my nose into the softness of her pin straight raven locks.

  She fell asleep in my arms, and for the first time in my life, I allowed it to happen.

  Usually, I wanted to get the woman out of there. Feed her some food, maybe get her a drink. Then, I’d call her a cab. Or usher her to her car, if she had followed me home. My instinct was to put space between us. Especially given the life I led. But lying there with Leti in my arms, something different occurred.

  For the first time, I wanted to stay with someone. For the first time, I wanted to wake up with someone. And while I didn’t know what all that truly meant, I knew it couldn’t be good.

  Especially if we took her on as a client.

  Chapter 9

  Leti

  My eyes fluttered open, and I stretched out along the bed. My joints popped, and my muscles elongated, rushing a feeling of euphoria back through my veins. A smile crossed my face. One that drew upon the memories of the other night. I rolled over and went to slip my arm back around Jace and pull him closer, but the only thing I felt on the other side of the bed was the crisp, soft sheets. I blinked my eyes to rid them of sleep before I cleared my throat. And when I saw Jace was gone, I slowly sat myself up in bed. I used the sheet to cover my naked body as flashes of the night before beat against the forefront of my mind.