by Zoey Parker
“I wanna see how badly you want me,” Jace said in a teasing voice. “I want you to show me how much you want me, Katharina.”
I shivered at the way he said my name. It occurred to me, just barely, that he was using my full name instead of Katie, but I didn’t mind. It was the first time that anyone besides Troy had called me that in a long time; it felt better than I would have expected. Jace leaned back on his haunches and stared me down.
“Show me, Katharina,” Jace repeated in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. “I want to know how badly you want me.”
I swallowed hard and grabbed Jace’s shoulders, pushing him down on the bed. He was shirtless and clad only in a thin pair of athletic shorts, which I pulled down his hips. His cock was massively stiff, and pressing against his briefs. I smiled at the sight of it before reaching down and gently stroking it with one hand. At my touch, he arched his back and moaned. I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down, letting his cock bob free. It sprang upwards almost immediately, and I realized how beautiful his body was. Jace looked like a classic Greek statue, or a piece of art. He was one of the sexiest guys I’d ever seen; I couldn’t believe he was my husband. All mine.
Slowly, I lowered my head down to his cock and took the first inch in my mouth. I wasn’t sucking, just gently blowing and licking on the skin, letting my lips touch his most sensitive areas. Jace groaned and reached down, tangling his fingers in my head. Closing my eyes, I took more of his cock inside my wet mouth, wrapping a hand around the stiff base and slowly pumping.
His cock twitched and pulsed in my mouth. He tasted like musk and clean skin and I inhaled deeply with pleasure as I moved my tongue against the base of his cock. He jerked his hips up and forced his whole cock in my mouth. I could feel drool sliding down the sides of his erection and I gently worked some in my hand to simulate lube. He moaned at the new development and I smiled to myself as I crawled between his legs. Using my free hand to stroke his bare chest, I felt his skin warm and begin to perspire under my touch. Jace was writhing on the bed and moaning loudly with his eyes screwed closed. As I sucked his cock, I slowly pulled my hand away from his chest and slipped it between my thighs. I was amazed to find myself wetter than ever; it was dripping down my legs and I shivered as my hand made contact with my swollen clit. Jace had already aroused me to the point of no return, and I licked my lips as I pulled back from his cock.
I straddled Jace and ground my hips against him, rubbing my wet pussy on his hard erection. He moaned loudly and put his hands on my hips. For a second I thought he was going to grab me and force me down on his erection but instead, he flipped me on my back. In a second he was on top of me, pushing the head of his cock inside me and pressing his forehead against mine.
“You don’t fuck me,” Jace whispered hotly. “I fuck you. Understood?”
I squeaked out a reply as Jace slid all the way inside of me. It felt so good that I cried out, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down close. His hard body against mine felt incredible and I closed my eyes as his chest rubbed against my stiff nipples. The friction was deliciously intense. He was filling me, stretching me, bringing me to the edge and back and he hadn’t even started moving yet.
“You feel so good,” I murmured into Jace’s ear.
He shivered as I raked my nails down his spine, pulling him close and wrapping my legs around his surprisingly narrow waist. Jace was muscular but he didn’t feel heavy against me. His strong arms braced him on either side of my head, and I turned my head to the side and gently licked his forearm. He shivered and slammed his hips against me, harder than ever before. I moaned as his cock filled every inch of my pussy, making me feel complete. Shockwaves of pleasure shot through every inch of my body and I realized I’d started to move my hips along with his until our bodies were in a frantic rhythm.
“Katharina,” Jace moaned in my ear. “Katharina, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he repeated, nuzzling me with his damp face.
Sweat was building and breaking out all over my body and our limbs were slick with it. The air in the bedroom smelled like sex and heat and pure, raw lust. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing in the delicious scent of him mixed with my own musk and sweat. I’d never had an experience like this, I’d never thought sex could be so good.
Jace slipped his hands between our bodies and grabbed onto my hips, using them as handlebars as he thrust against me. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Jace’s fingers dug into my hips and I could feel his thrusts growing more intense by the minute. My clit was aching and swollen and his pubic bone was rubbing me so hard I thought I was going to explode. It was getting harder and harder to breathe and I buried my nose in Jace’s neck.
He groaned and arched his back. His eyes were closed and his face was covered in a damp mask of perspiration. I could feel his body shuddering and bucking against mine, and as we moved together, I felt a powerful orgasm start to rip through me. First, my fingers and toes curled and I felt an explosion of something amazing in my lower belly. My skin was heated and damp and as the waves grew stronger, I let out a loud moan that reached a crescendo with the power of my climax. His whole body started shaking and I could feel he was about to come. He dug his fingers into my skin, grabbing my hips and forcing his body against mine until I was aching with the force of his thrusts. As he let out a groan and collapsed against me, I felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of my pussy, gushing cum.
“That was amazing,” I said in a shaky, hoarse voice. The bed underneath of us was soaked with sweat. “I missed you today.”
Jace rolled off me and onto the other side of the bed. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. “What did you get up to today?”
I shrugged. “Not much,” I said. I wasn’t going to tell him about the brush and mirror I’d found. Not yet, anyway. “What did you do?”
Jace rolled onto his side and gazed into my face. “I had some errands to take care of,” he said. “Then I got a drink with Axel.”
I nodded. I thought I’d smelled beer when he’d kissed me. “I made dinner,” I said. “Chicken, in the oven. You want some?”
“Nah,” Jace said. His stomach growled loudly and I started laughing.
“Are you sure?”
“You got me,” Jace said. He rolled out of bed and pulled a tank top on over his bare torso. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”
“Is Kenny still here?”
“No, why?”
I didn’t reply, but I shot Jace a flirtatious gaze as I pulled on one of his t-shirts. It was huge on me, almost like a dress, but I still felt sexy and playful. Jace grinned at me; I could see the reflection of his teeth in the semi-dark room.
We walked into the kitchen without speaking. The air between us was tense, kind of awkward. My body felt incredible from the sex, but in the harsh light of the kitchen, I could feel my good mood deflating. Jace was back to ignoring me again. He went rummaging through the fridge with his back turned to me.
“Is this the chicken?” He pulled out a covered plate. I nodded. “This looks good,” Jace added, crumpling the foil into a ball and tossing it into the bin labeled Recycling. “When did you make this?”
I shrugged. “Earlier tonight,” I replied. “I wanted you to have something to eat when you came home.”
Jace grinned and my heart fluttered in my chest. In the light, his face looked different. I stepped closer and gasped when I saw two tiny scratches on his cheek.
“Oh my god, Jace, did I do that?” I leaned in close. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to cut you?”
Jace laughed. He self-consciously reached up and put the tips of his fingers against the cuts. “They’re not a big deal,” he said. “You didn’t do this.”
I frowned. My stomach did a flip-flop. “Who did?”
Jace shrugged. “Your cunt of an ex tried to fight me,” he said nonchalantly. “He came up to me and Axel when we were outside of the bar
.”
I blinked, then stared. “Oh my god,” I said in a breathy voice. “I had no idea he would do that, Jace. I’m so sorry.”
Jace shook his head. “Katharina, it’s not a big deal.”
I shuddered involuntarily. For some reason, the name thing was bothering me again, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Okay,” I said softly. “I really wish you had told me.”
“Katharina, I just did tell you,” Jace said. He put a half-eaten piece of chicken back down on the plate. “Seriously, you want me to call you whenever shit like this happens? Shit like this is gonna happen, you know? You can’t run away from it.”
I sighed. “Forget it,” I said softly. “I just don’t feel safe. Not…not with him running around out there.”
Jace grinned again as he polished off another piece of chicken. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, waving his free hand in the air. “You know he’s a piece of shit. I cleaned his clock pretty good. I don’t think we’ll be hearing from him any time soon.”
I bit my lip and looked away. I liked knowing Jace had beaten the shit out of Troy, but somehow that didn’t seem good enough. “I’m sorry,” I said suddenly. “I’m sorry he did that to you. I’m really horrified that he’d try dragging you into all of this, Jace.”
Jace shook his head. “I told you,” he said, sounding exasperated. “Ain’t a big deal. I don’t care. I’m used to worse.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s worse than that,” I said softly. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.”
Jace rolled his eyes. “I ain’t worried about me. Look, I made an oath to your father.” He paused and my blood ran cold. “I made a promise to Matthias that I’d always protect you, no matter what. And I can’t go back on that promise now.”
My mouth went dry and my stomach plummeted. “You made an oath?” My voice sounded dry and brittle. My eyes flooded with tears and I blinked, looking up at the ceiling and willing them to evaporate back into my body.
“Yeah,” Jace said. He grabbed another piece of chicken and took a savage bite. “What’s the big deal?”
What’s the big deal? What’s the big deal? Seriously? I wanted to grab Jace and shake him by the shoulders. An oath changed everything; this changed everything. At first I’d thought Jace and I were actually getting along, that we actually worked as a couple. That we had chemistry and maybe, someday, would wind up loving each other. But finding out that he’d only married me because of some dumb promise he’d made to my father made me feel horrible. I felt like a burden, like I was something in the way of Jace’s true happiness.
“Katie?” Jace was staring at me and blinking. “What’s wrong?”
I looked away. I couldn’t tell him what I was thinking—that he’d only married me out of loyalty to my father. And what if it’s not just that? a dark little voice said in the back of my brain. What if it’s not loyalty, exactly, but guilt? What if Jace did something and he feels bad about it? No. I couldn’t start thinking like that. I couldn’t start thinking that my husband was really responsible for my father’s death. After all, if Jace had only married me out of guilty feelings or loyalty or whatever, I had no idea how we would stay together. It seemed improbable; he didn’t really want to be with me, anyway. I was just a toy to him, I was just a temporary distraction.
“Nothing,” I said softly, trying to force a smile. “Is the chicken good?”
Jace had finished his second piece and started on a third. He grinned up at me, his face smeared with grease. “It’s great,” he said, holding out a drumstick. “You want some?”
Chapter 14
Jace
Katie was just incredible. She was amazing and beautiful. And now she was mine. I still couldn’t believe it. I kept going off in a daze as we were standing in the kitchen, eating the leftover chicken. I couldn’t believe what I’d done to deserve this goddess of a wife.
“Katie, are you okay?” I glanced up at her. We’d been sitting at the table for over twenty minutes and she’d gotten quiet. “What’s wrong?”
Katie yawned. “I think I’m just tired,” she said in a dull, wooden voice. “I don’t feel well. I’m gonna go lay down.” She stood up before I could reach out for her. “Do you want me to sleep in the other room?”
I shook my head. “Definitely not. You’re staying with me.”
A ghost of a smile flitted across Katie’s lips. She glanced down at the floor, her cheeks reddening. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry about everything.”
I rolled my eyes. “Forget it, Katie,” I told her. “That asshole didn’t even hurt me. I can barely feel these,” I added, rubbing the scratches with my fingers. “He’s about as strong as a newborn kitten.”
Katie bit her lip. She looked like she was going to say something else, but instead she stood up and walked away. I stared at her, the way her ass swung from side to side as she walked. My mouth went dry and I felt my hand forming a fist at my side. Lust raged in my body, even though I’d just come harder than ever. I wanted to run after her, grab her and throw her over my shoulder for another round of intense lovemaking.
Shaking my head, I put the rest of the chicken away and went into the living room. Kenny had left a few bottles of beer on the table, and I rolled my eyes and grabbed the empties to throw them away. I felt safe with him looking after Katie, but I was looking forward to the day when my house became just mine again. Having to chase someone out all the time felt pretty fucking old.
I flipped through the channels, looking for something, anything that held my interest. Even though it was late and I still had the effects of the earlier alcohol swimming through my bloodstream, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I lay down. My mind was heavy with thoughts of everything that was happening: Matthias’s death, that note, Troy, Katie….it was all a huge mess, waiting to be unpacked. I felt powerless not being able to do anything, almost impotent.
I wound up spacing out and leaving the TV on a news channel. The local reporter was covering some break-ins, and I narrowed my eyes, wondering if anyone I knew was behind the attacks. When the reporter announced it was just a local gang of thugs, I rolled my eyes and kicked my feet up on the couch. Everything nowadays, even the news, was tough to watch. Too many guys I knew getting busted for drugs or petty theft. The MC had seen its fair share of hard times, but this had to be the worst yet. And if I didn’t get Matthias’s death figured out ASAP, that was going to reflect pretty poorly on the club. I closed my eyes, suddenly wishing Rosa would call me with news.
Something buzzed in my pocket and I frowned, slipping my hand inside and grabbing my phone. A number I didn’t recognize was flashing across the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Jace, it’s Rosa,” the familiar voice said. Even though five seconds ago I’d been hoping to hear from her, the tone of her voice sent shivers down my spine. She sounded reticent, cautious, like something was really the matter.
“What is it?”
“I found something that you may be interested in,” Rosa replied. “Would you come out to my place tomorrow?”
“Why can’t I come now?”
Rosa chuckled softly into the receiver. “Because it’s late, dummy,” she said. “I’m going to sleep. I’ve had one hell of a day. I’m guessing you have, too.”
“Kind of,” I said, shaking my head. “Seriously, though, I can just hop in the car now. I’ll be over there in ten.”
“No,” Rosa said firmly. She responded so quickly that I felt cut off. “Tomorrow is better,” she said, this time in a kinder tone. “Goodnight, Jace.”
Rosa hung up before I could reply. Frowning, I stood up and walked down the hall, into my room. Katie was laying on her back, snoring gently. I said her name and touched her shoulder but she didn’t stir, only wrinkled her face for a moment and then rolled onto her side.
I stripped out of my clothes and pulled the sheet over my hip. The room felt cool and relaxing, but something in my heart was clanging. Chill out,
Jace, I told myself. This isn’t a huge deal. Everything is fine, everything is going to continue to be fine.
Finally, I realized what was bothering me: Rosa’s voice. The tone of her voice had been so different. Rosa had always been gracious, sweet, even joking. She was a nice girl, much too nice for the likes of me. She hadn’t even loved the MC, but she did a lot of favors for us now—part of me suspected she was only complicit because of how kind she was. But on the phone, she’d sounded distracted, like something was really wrong. And for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why she’d insisted on tomorrow. Rosa was a night owl, just like me. When we’d been sleeping together, it hadn’t ever been during daylight hours. She was the kind of woman who haunted coffeehouses and late night bars, looking for others like her.
So why was it so important for her to wait until the morning to talk to me? Frowning, I rolled over on my side and stared at Katie’s profile. There was just enough moonlight in the room to see the delicate curve of her hip, her thin waist, her curvy breasts. I felt my mouth water as I remembered how her delicious, musky scent had coated my fingers, and the hungry way she’d pulled me down on top of her, like all she wanted to do was fuck.
