Mace & His American Rose: The Scarlet Runners MC

by Brair Lake

  Mace lowered his body to sit on the edge of the bed while she knelt before him. Her fingers deft as she untied his laces. Her fingers pulling at the dark black cord to loosen the thick threads, pulling the dusty black leather biker boots off his feet. His fingers stroked her tumbled hair. The touch soft. ‘Avery.’ She didn’t look at Mace as she continued to remove the second boot.

  ‘It’s going to be rough round here for a while.’

  She ignored him as she pushed his body flat against the mattress. Her fingers slide into the waistband to tug his jeans free.

  ‘He’s going to be fine.’

  Mace blinked as he stared at the ceiling. His head ached, and he rubbed at the flesh of his forehead before covering his eyes with his forearm. ‘What did you mean this morning - About your father.’

  ‘It doesn’t matter.’ She had him stripped of his jeans and was in the process of removing his cut and sliding his arms through the grey tee-shirt he wore.

  When he was naked, she pushed him further onto the bed.

  ‘It does. Tell me what you think your father can do to the club.’

  Avery straddled Mace, stroking his shoulder, then his arm. He’s watching her. His dark eyes intense. Her eyes closed as she recalled the conversation. ‘He thinks he can destroy you.’ Avery hunched back to stare down at the biker. ‘I think he may know something about Anna-Leigh’s death, and will use it against the club if I don’t leave you.’

  Avery leaned forward, her tongue swiping over Mace’s thick corded throat. Her tongue following the pulsing vein until she was at the dip at his collarbone. Her teeth nibbled his flesh as her fingers played with his nipples. Tugging on them until they were erect. Her mouth slid down to one of the hard nubs. Her teeth teasing the rigid flesh.

  Mace needed to think. To clear his mind. However, Avery’s tongue and touch is making it difficult for him to think. He’s just climaxed inside her, and he can feel his cock twitching again. Her soft touch, teasing and distracting him. His blood roared through his body. He blinked and looked at Avery properly for the first time this evening.

  He wanted her naked. He wanted to feast on her gloriously pale flesh. To watch her nipples come to life. To watch them harden while he played with her tits. To taste her. To taste her essence. Yet she isn’t looking at him. Her tongue is on his stomach. The quiver in his stomach, has him curling his toes. This is what she did to him.

  ‘We have to talk Avery.’ He felt the smile more than saw the warmth in her eyes. His eyes closed when her tongue ran over his cock. A cock, which had been sated once. Was coming back to life. He jerked, his hips bucking when Avery’s tongue swirled over the bulbous head. Her hands cupping his balls to stroke them.

  Mace grounded his teeth. His fingers curl into the bottom sheet. He’s in her warm mouth. Her head bobbing as she sucked him in, then released him. Never letting him fully go.

  When her hand slid to his ass to cup him, Mace moaned. His cock swelling further. The blood pulsed, and his heart raced. His body stilling when her thumb slid between the crack in his ass. Fuck he hasn’t touched her there yet, and already her thumb is pressing against his puckered opening. Gently probing. He tried to think. To think of the odd jobs he has waiting for him. Anything to take his mind of his impending orgasm, and the way her thumb is prodding at his ass. ‘Avery.’

  Avery ignored him as she sucked harder on his cock. Her hand pumping the hard flesh as pre-cum coated her tongue. ‘Fuck - Avery if you don’t fucking stop. I’m going to cum down your throat.’

  Avery continued to suck. Her thumb, slipping in and out at the opening of his ass. Never going any deeper than the tip. Mace bucked. Then he bucked again when Avery’s warm tongue swirled over the head of his cock as she pulled him out of her mouth. Her teeth scraping the edges when she pumped him back in. He could no longer hold back. His hand gripped onto her head as he held her still. His cock throbbing as his hips arched. Semen spurted, coating her tongue, sliding down her throat, dribbling out of the side of her mouth.

  Mace groaned as he watched her flush face, pulling her up in his arms to kiss her. His tongue thrust into her mouth. Where he found himself tasting himself as well as her. His body rolled as he pushed Avery underneath him. His legs, spreading hers as he nestled into her junction. He broke the kiss to look down at her. His hand swept over her side, down to the hem of her tee-shirt to slide underneath before creeping up to cup her tit. His finger flickered over the lace covered tip as he played it to life. ‘We have to talk.’

  Avery stretched her neck. Her lips meeting his once more as she swiped her tongue over his lips. ‘Not tonight Mace. We can talk some other time. But not tonight.’

  His heart clenched as his grip tightened on her tit. There’s something in her voice which scares him. He kissed her back. The kiss rougher than the one she had given him as he sucked on her tongue. His hands rough as he yanked off her tee-shirt. His mouth slid to her throat. His tongue licking the pulse as he sucked the flesh. His free hand grabbed her hand. His fingers curling around hers. While with the other, he pushed off her jeans and panties as she kicked her legs. When she was naked, his finger slid in-between the warm plump lips of her pussy. His growl loud at the discovery of her wetness for him. While his finger slid back and forth over the tender pinker flesh. His mouth sucked on the plump flesh of her tit. His teeth tugging on the hard nub of her nipple, and Avery’s hips thrust. ‘Now’

  Mace plunged two fingers into her willing pussy. His tongue flickering over her clit as she continued to buck against him. Her gasps loud in his ear. ‘Mace. I’m going to cum.’

  ‘Not yet.’ He withdrew his fingers. His palm slapping the soft flesh of her ass as he rolled her over onto her stomach and dragging her onto her knees. ‘Mace.’

  ‘It’s okay Avery. I’ve got you. Now grab onto the headboard.’

  ‘Mace?’

  ‘Do it Avery, and you won’t be disappointed.’

  Avery grabbed onto the headboard as Mace pushed her onto her knees. Her head buried in the pillow as blood seared through her. Her body pulsing when she free felled into her orgasm. Her scream muffled into the pillow as Mace thrust into her. The hands on her hips, guided his thrusts in deep before pulling out. His hand landed on her ass as he slapped her again. Her juices coating his cock while he plunged and surged. The bed rocked and creaked with each thrust he made. His cock stretching her as it swelled. Her moans were lost in the pillow as she bit into the soft material. Blood surged through him. The veins at his head pressed tightly as he thrust. Avery’s pussy muscles sucked and grabbed onto him. His thighs tightened, and Mace had his third climax. His body throbbing as he let go of his release. Around his cock, he felt the tremors of Avery’s body. The stillness, then the shudder as she followed him.

  He dropped over her. His breathing heavy on her throat. He sniffed. She smelt of sex, and sweat, and his tongue reached out to lick her salty flesh. He was never letting her go. Deep inside he knew this. That she was his. The Judge has played dirty. He couldn’t prove that the Judge was behind tonight’s shooting. But Mace knew he was. ‘Are you okay.’

  Avery didn’t move as she continued to gasp for air.

  ‘Fuck Mace. I think you’ve killed me. But I don’t care.’

  Chapter 22

  Avery dropped her unanswered cell onto the kitchen table. Her gaze shifting to the kitchen window. It’s been three days since she walked out on Mace, and four days since she spoke to her father. Her gaze swung up the lane as she watched a battered sea blue camper van trundle towards her. As the van came to a halt, Avery grabbed a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses then went to greet her visitor.

  ‘I don’t blame you for living here.’ Avery looked up from her untouched glass, her gaze flickering over the bayou and through the trees. This is her sanctuary and few people knew about it. Anna is one of her infrequent visitors.

  ‘It’s been quiet the last couple of days.’

  ‘Mace.’

  Her frown spread as she raised
her glass, swallowing a large amount of the red liquid. Mace’s silence is destroying her. ‘It’s over.’

  ‘Are you sure. I heard Sinbad discharged himself from the hospital.’

  ‘And he wouldn’t have been there if it wasn’t for me.’

  As she studied her friend, Anna’s fingers tapped her glass. Her wine diluted with homemade lemonade. ‘I doubt it.’

  ‘No. Were you there at lunch with my father. Did you hear his veiled threats?’

  ‘And that’s all they would have been. Threats. Your Dad’s a judge in a small town. Not in some big city full of corruption.’

  ‘And you think corruption only happens in the cities.’ Avery finished her wine and poured a second glass. A hard laugh leaving her as she watched the liquid flow from the bottle into the glass. ‘Do you know I’ve drunk more in the last four days than ever before. Shit Anna, I drunk dialled Mace, hanging up the phone before he could answer.’

  ‘It may have gone to voice mail.’

  Avery cringed as she gulped back the wine. ‘I think that would have been worse. I miss him, Anna.’

  Avery blinked. She refused to cry. What she and Mace had, was fun. But it was over now. Was she a coward. She didn’t care. All she knows, is that it could have been Mace in hospital. Avery gulped more wine back. Maybe it should have been Mace, and not Sinbad. Had the shooter missed? Her hand shook as she finished her wine.

  ‘Avery.’

  ‘Urm.’

  ‘Whatever you’re thinking. Forget it.’

  Avery frowned as she tore her gaze away from the clear lake to glare at Anna. The words trembled on her lips. The more she thought about her father, and his conversation. The more she convinced herself, it should have been Mace who should be dead. ‘I did the right thing.’

  Anna’s lips pinched. ‘Mace and The Scarlet Runners may not be stand up citizens. But to think your father is behind the shooting is pure madness. After all, if he could have. He would have got rid of them years ago.’

  ‘I always did have a fanciful imagination.’

  ‘Yes you did.’

  ‘Shut up and drink your wine.’

  Avery sat in the silver ford. The parking lot at The Rose an ever flow of bikers coming and going. As she searches the lot, there isn’t any evidence of Mace’s bike. Her head buzzed violently from that third glass of wine.

  After Anna had left, she had climbed into her car and now she was outside The Scarlet, unsure what to do. The temptation to turn and run is strong. To return to her home. However, several bikers noticed her, and waved. Now she has no choice but to go in. As she stared at the door, she watched Carrie bounce down the steps. Her smile welcoming when she reached the car and opened the door without an invitation. ‘Hi Avery - I was beginning to think you’d given up on us.’

  ‘I just needed a couple of days to think.’

  ‘About what?’

  ‘Nothing.’

  ‘Nothing.’ Carrie blew smoke out of the window from the cigarette she’s just lit. Her fingers combing through her red hair as she watched the bikers. Her fingertip poked at the tip of her tongue as it peeked out of her orange lips. ‘You must have thought of something.’

  ‘No. I thought of nothing.’ Avery looked at the woman. Her eyes squinting. ‘How’s Sinbad.’

  Carrie smiled, her gaze switched towards the club. ‘Grumpy. You can go and say hi to him if you want.’

  Avery turned to the club. ‘He’s home already. I thought they would have kept him in longer.’

  ‘He discharged himself.’

  ‘I might pop in and say hi.’

  Carrie turned to Avery. Her citrine eyes searching her face. Avery shuffled, uncomfortable at the look, and guilt washed over her. ‘He’ll like that. What about Mace?’

  ‘I don’t see his bike.’

  ‘Duh - There’s no fooling you. Is there Avery.’

  She winced at the tone in Carrie’s voice. Okay so she stated the obvious. She put this down to the wine loosening her tongue. ‘Do you know when he’ll be back?’

  Carrie looked at her purple painted nails. Her thumb nail running beneath her index finger nail. ‘The men don’t tell us when to expect them. They come and go as they please.’

  ‘I guess I could ring him.’

  ‘Or you could come inside and have a drink.’

  She glanced at the door, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel. Then she smiled. ‘I guess I could.’

  Avery sipped at her beer, glancing at the door as it opened for the umpteenth time, and still there was no Mace. Her fingers tightened around her glass as she prevented herself from reaching down for her cell. She’s nervous. She’s excited. She wants to see Mace. She has missed him, and is eager to see him. To touch him. To taste him.

  ‘He’ll be here soon enough.’ Avery turned towards the voice, smiling as Sinbad eased his large body into the chair next to hers.

  ‘Should you be out of bed.’

  ‘I’m still alive girl. There’ll be plenty of time for me to lie down when I’m dead.’

  ‘I guess.’ Avery lifted her gaze to Sinbad’s. When she clashed with his brown eyed stare, she swiftly turned her head away.

  ‘Mace says you think your father’s behind the shooting.’ She shook her head. ‘I think I was just being fanciful at the time.’ Her giggle is weak as she looks at Sinbad without looking at him. ‘Letting my imagination get the better of me.’

  ‘So you don’t think your father is behind the shooting.’

  Avery shook her head again, taking a larger gulp of her beer as she avoided looking at The Scarlet Runner’s president. The more she thought about it. The more convinced she is; her father wouldn’t do something as stupid.

  ‘What do you know about The Hybrids?’

  ‘Not much. Just that they’re a new MC in town.’ Sinbad chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair. His normally tanned flesh paler than usual.

  ‘They’re not that new.’ His gaze flitted over the crowded room. ‘You ever seen your Dad with them or with the one called Clipper?’

  ‘No - But I don’t see much of Dad unless we have lunch or something.’

  ‘He’s never mentioned them to you.’

  Avery fell silent as she watched the women dance with some of the bikers. All afternoon the clubhouse has slowly filled. Mississippi and Dill had arrived. However, there was still no sign of Coats or Mace. As she watched Mississippi dance with Lulu. His hands holding her hips as she ground her ass into his crotch, Avery thought about the conversation with her father again. ‘No - Has Mace spoken to you.’

  Sinbad knocked back his shot of whisky, then he reached over for the bottle and poured himself another glass. ‘We don’t have secrets.’

  ‘Did you arrange to have Anna-Leigh killed?’

  His chuckle left her shivering. Her gaze goes to the main door as it opened, and she smiled as Mace ambled in. ‘Is that what your Dad told you.’

  ‘He said he could cause trouble for you over Anna-Leigh’s death.’

  ‘And from that. You think I killed my wife.’

  Avery continued to watch Mace stroll to the bar, collect a beer, then turn in her direction. Her heart is beating too fast, and the steadying breaths she’s forcing herself to take is not easing it. She’s unsure if the acceleration of her breathing is due to Sinbad’s tone, or Mace’s presence. ‘I told you. I have a fertile imagination.’

  Sinbad leaned forward. His thumb lifting her chin, as he turned her gaze to his. ‘I loved my wife. Just because I am who I am. Doesn’t mean I’m not capable of love.’ Sinbad’s gaze shifted to Mace as he approached. ‘Just like you watch Mace’s every move. I used to watch Anna-Leigh’s. She was never far from my thoughts, and even today. She is still in my heart.’ Sinbad’s gaze fell on Mace as he reached them. ‘Could you kill Mace?’

  Mace frowned as he looked down at Avery, whose smile wobbled, when she shook her head.

  Chapter 23

  ‘What was that all about.’

  Avery
finished her beer as she watched Sinbad amble away. Mace is sitting in the seat Sinbad has vacated, and now his gaze is on her. She shuffled in her seat, unwilling to meet his eyes. ‘We were just chatting.’

  ‘About what.’

  Avery sighed. She had to face Mace, and she didn’t want a fight. Her hand ran through her hair as she turned to face him. Her eyes greedily eating him. She hasn’t seen him in three days, and she’s hungry for him. As she looks closer, she notices the dark shading around his eyes. His smile is missing as he stared at her. She couldn’t tell, if he was pleased to see her, or not. She offered him a feeble smile which went unanswered, and Avery turned her gaze back to the dance floor. Carrie was watching and she smiled. Carrie returned the smile before turning her attention away. ‘Stuff - Things in general.’

  ‘Avery tell me what you were talking about - It can’t be that bad.’

  Avery smacked her lips, wishing she hadn’t finished her beer so fast. ‘I asked him. If he killed his wife.’

  The hand stroking her back, stilled, and she missed the touch. It was the only thing keeping her grounded, and now she’s surrounded with silence as she waits for Mace to speak. He didn’t, instead, he raised his bottle. His adam’s apple bobbed as he greedily gulped back his beer. His gaze watching her, and she shuffled, wishing she was anywhere but here. This wasn’t how she had imagined their reunion would go. ‘Are you going to say something?’

  ‘What was his answer?’ Her gaze swung over to Sinbad. On his knee is a blond and their lips are mashed together. His hand is inside her open checkered shirt. Freely fondling her, and the blonde didn’t seem to care they were surrounded with an audience. Avery frowned, her gaze sweeping across the room. Most of the bikers were publicly making out. Then she blinked when she realized a couple of the bikers are actually fucking.

  ‘Avery.’

  ‘What.’ She shook her head, turning to face Mace. ‘He didn’t give one.’