by Drew Elyse
“But this show’s my favorite,” I pouted.
“You say that about every fuckin’ show,” he muttered.
I scoffed in indignation. “I do not. I’m very selective with what shows I commit myself to. Adding more to stay on top of is a serious decision.”
He stopped, his belt undone, his jeans unfastened but still up. The bulge in his boxers sticking out over the denim made my mouth dry.
“You really want to talk about your shows right now?”
Shows? Who cares about shows? I thought.
“No.” I didn’t look up at him to say it. I was good with my attention on those muscles that pointed down, down, down.
“Can’t fuck my wife if she’s dressed,” he pointed out.
That got my attention. “Is it wife? Or fiancé?” I asked, knowing full well how he’d feel about that.
Ace didn't disappoint. He was on me in an instant, pushing me onto my back again so he could loom over me. “Wife,” he said firmly. “You’ll always be my fucking wife.”
“But I never got to be anyone’s fiancé.”
He kissed me until I shut up, then said, “Sorry, little bird. You won’t get to. Best I can do is the ring.”
I looked at the ring, then back to him. “I’d say the ring is pretty good,” I started, then went on before he could speak again, “but I’m already happy with just my husband.”
His eyes heated, and my body did the same in response. “You done giving me shit, or you want to leave me hard and wanting a little longer?”
Was I done? I hadn’t even realized I was doing it. With all the latent tension gone, it just happened. Having Ace back above me gave me a firm answer to that question, though.
“I’m done.”
“Thank fuck.”
I was inclined to agree with his assessment when he dove back onto me. My shirt and bra were shed fast, and then his mouth was on my neck, my breasts. Everything was full speed ahead for him, and I was quick to accelerate right back to the same fevered pace.
Ace stripped off my pants and underwear, and I was so far gone, I kicked at the things around my ankles in an attempt to shake them loose. He wasted no time, not even to tease me. The second the clothes were gone, he pushed my thighs open and his mouth was on me. He dove right in, his tongue moving in fast, fluttering motions that drove me crazy.
Suddenly, in the midst of my ecstasy, I felt the pressure of his oiled finger. My hips shot up in response, but his free arm came up to hold me down. He worked me slowly while keeping me right on edge with his wicked tongue. One finger became two, and the fullness only accentuated how empty I was where I needed him most.
When the resistance against his fingers lessened and I started pressing against his hand, he pulled away. Before I could protest, his fingers were replaced with the foreign feeling of the smooth metal plug. I forced myself to relax as he worked the tampered end in, spreading me wider and wider. He took his time, pulling the toy back before easing forward again, until it slid into place with a small pop.
I groaned. The sensation was overwhelming. Part of me almost wanted to ask him to take it out. There was a twinge of discomfort in the way it stretched me, but it was overridden by the paramount need that was my every thought.
Ace came over me and rolled us until he was on his back with me straddling him, his hard cock caught between us, nestled right against my soaked pussy. I rubbed against him, and the rolling of my hips shifted the plug.
“Oh god,” I cried.
“Imagine having my cock too,” Ace commanded. “Feeling every movement in your pussy and your ass. Being so full you can barely take it.”
I was imagining, and the image he was creating had me ready to come. With jerky movements, I rubbed against the length of his shaft, trying to get enough friction on my clit to take me there.
“Fuck, baby, not yet,” he groaned. “Take my cock first.”
I was so close, I didn’t want to. It was right there. Just a little more pressure and…
Ace’s hands clamped on my hips, holding me still. The orgasm I’d been so close to receded and I cried out in disappointment.
“Not until I’m inside you,” he insisted, need clear in his voice. I’d gotten so lost in my own pleasure, I’d forgotten about him.
I nodded so he would know I was with him, even if I was still too lost to speak. His iron grip released, giving me room to lift. He positioned his hard cock beneath me, lining us up so I could lower onto him. I went slow, convinced as I took the first inch I couldn’t handle him and the plug at the same time.
“Too much,” I gasped.
His hands moved in soothing motions up my sides and back. “Relax,” he urged. “Just go slow.”
I rolled my hips, sliding up and down on the head of his cock as I adjusted to him. Every movement took him just a little deeper. Ace brought his hand down my stomach until his thumb reached my clit. He strummed back and forth until any tension drained from me. I didn’t even realize I was seated with his cock fully inside me until he started rocking beneath me.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel so fuckin’ incredible.”
He did too. So good. I was full to bursting, yet I couldn’t get enough. After a few of his thrusts, I took over. I rode him, leaving slow behind for hard and fast in a matter of seconds. Every time I sank down, it felt like I was taking his cock and the plug in again. The orgasm that built almost felt too big to bear.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice sounding as ragged as I felt. “Come for me.”
I chased it, losing control to the sensations. I could feel myself press my hands to his shoulders, the twinge of pain as my nails dug in to his hard muscles, but I couldn’t control it. My movements lost any fluidity, turning desperate and rough.
The orgasm tore through me, weakening my body until I fell against his chest. I rode it out, his hips thrusting against me, his solid body the only thing anchoring me. The pulsing pleasure went on and on, until I was wrung out and limp in his arms.
I collapsed with my head on his right shoulder, retaining just enough wherewithal to avoid his fresh tattoo. Ace eased the plug from within me, then slid his cock free. I had the vague awareness that I needed to get up and clean myself after that, but I was still drifting in a sated fog that felt too good to clear away.
Ace’s body relaxed under mine, everything but his arms that kept their hold on me. Neither of us moved. We were more than content to stay right where we were for a while.
“I love you,” I said into his neck.
His arms tightened around me, an unspoken sign of what having those words back from me meant to him.
“I love you too, little bird.”
Sunday dawned with a pall over it.
It was time for me to go back home to Eugene, even if only for a short while. I had a job to get back to.
The last two days had been full of Ace and I talking, planning. I’d admitted to looking into jobs in Hoffman. I’d even applied to a couple libraries nearby. Though I had a good life in Eugene, I had nothing like the family Ace had in the club. He made it clear we could figure things out if I wanted very much to stay at my job, but there was no feasible way to do that. Although I liked my job, there were other jobs I’d like at other libraries. In all honesty, I didn’t want to be in Reference. I’d love to get a position working in the fiction or YA departments instead. Perhaps a move could make that a reality.
I’d packed most of my things the night before, then we’d ridden over to the clubhouse where the Disciples had gathered for another party. That time, to celebrate our “engagement”.
“Holy rock, Batman,” Max exclaimed, holding my hand hostage while she inspected the ring.
“Good work, Ace,” Deni agreed, even though the guys weren’t around. Once the perusal of the ring started, they’d kind of scattered.
“When I get married, I want a pink ring,” Emmy, Sketch and Ash’s very outgoing four-year-old, stated.
Daz, who was walking past, came to a
dead stop. “Not happening, little princess. You get a husband over my dead body.”
“You funny, Uncle Daz,” she shot back.
He crouched down, then threw her over his shoulder. “Not joking. You think you’re going to get a husband, then we’re going to have to lock you up in a tower where no boys can find you.”
“I’m sure Sketch would support that,” Ash muttered.
“Put me down, evil troll!” Emmy cried as Daz ran off with her.
“So, now we just need you and Sketch to finally get married, and for Jager to pop the question,” Cami observed, looking from Ash to Ember.
“Don’t hold your breath,” Ember responded. “Jager’s not hip on the whole marriage thing. His response when I brought it up was, ‘You want a ring, take you to get one tomorrow. Don’t need some piece of paper and bullshit event to say you’re my woman.’”
I laughed at her rumbling impression of her man’s voice. It wasn’t far from the mark.
“You’re okay with that?” Deni asked.
She shrugged. “I wasn’t the girl who envisioned her wedding day. It all kind of seems like a hassle, honestly. I know he’s mine and I’m his. That’s all I need.”
Everyone let that drop. It was her life. If she was happy, that was good enough.
“What about you?” Max asked me instead. “Does the new ring mean I actually get to be a maid of honor this time?”
Well, that was not going to go over well. “I don’t want to do another wedding. Our first wasn’t conventional, but it was ours. I’m not looking for a do-over.”
Max sighed. “You’re the worst. I hope you know that. You’ve deprived me of all my maid of honor duties. I’ve been planning a speech since college.”
“Oooh! We could go out for a bachelorette party,” Ember exclaimed. “You did just get engaged, after all.” She looked to Max. “You could do your speech for all of us then.”
“Fuck no,” Ace’s voice came from behind me right before his arms circled my waist.
“No,” Max snapped, “you’re the reason I didn’t get to be the stellar maid of honor I’ve been planning to be for a very long time. You don’t get to ruin this.”
He ignored her, tilting my chin so I would look over my shoulder at him. “No fuckin’ bachelorette party.”
“Asshole,” Ember muttered.
He gave her a look. I’d noticed the two of them acted a lot like siblings.
“You think any of your men are going to sit back and let you all go out for a damn bachelorette party?” Ace asked.
“Jager doesn’t tell me what to do,” Ember shot back.
“Out of the bedroom,” Cami muttered. I would have been too embarrassed to speak, but Ember just rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
“How’d your bachelorette party work out?” Ace asked Deni.
She gave a shrug that made it clear she was acknowledging the defeat, then explained, “Slick might have shown up less than an hour in and kidnapped me.”
We all laughed. Ace doing the same had not seemed like a stretch to me, particularly if he knew Max had planned the evening. Come to think of it, if Max planned a bachelorette party for me, I might have welcomed the kidnapping.
“These guys need testosterone inhibiting pills,” Max muttered.
“They do a lot of awesome things with all that testosterone, though,” Cami replied.
I followed Max’s gaze as it moved across the yard to where Ham was standing. When my eyes made it to him, he was already staring at her with a look that had me swinging my head back around. It felt like intruding just standing between them with that kind of hunger in his eyes.
“Maybe,” Max conceded, “but I still want to do my speech, dammit. At this point, I’m going to end up getting drunk and giving it tonight.”
She didn’t give what I was sure was less of a speech and more of a play-by-play of every humiliating moment of my life since the day we’d met. Though, she was pretty sloshed by the time Ham dragged her off into one of the rooms. For then, I’d dodged that bullet.
Though, I did have to hear more about exactly what Ham could do with parts of him that I knew way too much about. Parts of him that Max was enjoying so much that she wasn’t even going back to Eugene with me. She was sticking around for now since she had no job to return to anyway.
I’d finally cut off that conversation after she used the phrase “pork sword” and then spit her drink out laughing at her own joke, “Because his name is Ham! Get it, Quinny?”
Even thinking of the night before didn’t lift my spirits. I knew I was being silly. It wasn’t like I was never going to see Ace or any of them again.
I was glowering at my bag from my spot on the bed when Ace came into the room after taking a shower.
“It won’t be for long, little bird,” he said, though he couldn’t quite mask how much me leaving bothered him too.
Ace sat on the bed, pulling my legs up and across his lap so I was turned to face him.
“I’ll be there with you in a couple days, as soon as I can square away a couple projects at the garage. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I parroted.
“I’m one phone call away, any time you need me. Or any time you just want to let me hear your sexy fucking voice,” he teased.
I knocked my elbow against his ribs.
“Baby, I’m not kidding. Your voice does things to me. In fact, I want you calling me at night once you’re in bed. I’ll have very sweet dreams after that.”
“I am not having phone sex with you, Jack.”
He gave a low chuckle full of promise. “We’ll see.”
I was going to have phone sex with him. I knew it. He knew it. I just wasn’t going to let myself think about it until the time came or I’d freak out.
Ace’s hands rubbed my legs, each upstroke reaching higher on my thighs. When his fingers tried to inch under the shorts I was wearing, I faked a sigh of exasperation.
“You’re insatiable.”
“When I won’t get a taste for a few days? Fuck yes I am,” he agreed. “And you love it.”
Heck yes I did, though I didn’t say it. Me letting him lower me onto the bed and have me for the third time that morning said it all.
It was after three in the afternoon by the time I was dressed, packed, and ready to go. Ace offered more than once to make the trip to see me home, but I’d declined. We couldn’t ride together since I’d need my car and he’d need a way back to Hoffman. There was no point in him making an eight-hour round trip under those circumstances.
Ace put my bags in the trunk of my car, then looked at me. I stared down at his feet, as if avoiding eye contact would somehow make this situation disappear. After giving me a minute to do it myself, he grabbed my chin and made me look up at him.
“Fuck,” he bit off. “I hate this shit.”
“It won’t be long,” I reiterated the refrain we’d clung to all day.
He didn’t confirm that. Instead, he dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. His lips and tongue controlled mine, ravaging me sweetly. It was no ordinary kiss. It was a kiss that packed the punch of dozens. It was a kiss to hold us both over until we could be that close again.
We both broke it off by silent agreement before it went too far and we ended up in bed again. As much as neither of us wanted me to leave, Ace wanted me to get back before it got late and I started to get tired. Besides, I hadn’t been home in two weeks. I needed some time to get things back in order before work tomorrow.
“I want you checking in,” he stated. “Even just a quick text to tell me when you head to work, when you get home, shit like that.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
“I wasn’t kidding about calling me once you’re in bed either.”
I didn’t argue or press his buttons. “Okay.”
A long, heavy silence settled between us. It was ridiculous to feel so torn up about leaving. It wasn’t permanent. People went out of town without their spouses for longer all the time. It just s
ucked to have to do it after only being reunited a few days. After two years apart, the time we had was not enough.
Then again, the amazing thing about being with Ace was I was almost certain there was no length of time that would be enough.
He framed my jaw with his hands, his eyes intense. “Don’t want to let you go.”
“You’re not,” I told him. “You never will.”
“Damn straight.”
He kissed me again, shorter but no less intense.
“A couple days,” he reiterated.
I smiled. “I love you.”
“Love you too, little bird.”
Despite it being the last thing I wanted to do, I stepped away and got in my car. Once I started her up, I threw him a jaunty little wave before shifting into reverse. He didn’t wave back, but he grinned, and that was good enough.
I drove away from the quaint farmhouse owned by a bunch of bikers feeling more than a little sappy. Before I followed the curve leading out to the road, I looked in my rearview mirror to see my husband still standing out front. He looked every bit the biker badass he was with the worn jeans, black shirt, beanie, and his cut. He looked nothing like what a nerdy librarian would be anxious to get back to, but that was one hundred percent how I felt.
Slowing the car, I let myself indulge in the sight of him standing there just a little longer, feeling almost giddy at the thought of driving back up that lane in a couple weeks to the same sight.
Then, I got to driving home.
I’d been in my same apartment for three years. It was home—or, it had been until I got back from Hoffman. Two weeks I’d been gone, and that was all it took to change my perspective. Suddenly, my quaint, quiet apartment felt like solitary confinement.
It wasn’t even just Ace who I missed. Sure, I hated going to bed and waking up without him, but we talked every day. I could get by with that and the knowledge that he’d be there with me in a couple days—even if his stay was only going to be a couple days before he had to head back. We were adults, we had jobs. For now, I could live with that reality. But I missed more than that. I missed the Disciples. I missed the way it felt like a family. I missed my best friend, who should have been a part of my “home” life.
