by Amy Davies
Our gazes are still on each other when I let him know what I’m feeling.
“I hate this, Ace. I hate not knowing what’s going on. I like to fix things; you know that. So hearing how bad things are getting in the club and seeing how tired you are, and you can’t tell me piss all… it’s kinda pissing me off. Call be a brat if you want, but I just want to help.” He shakes his head at me and runs his hand over his beard.
“I can’t, babe.”
“But I want to help, honey. I—” He cuts me off with a vicious growl.
“You can’t do fuck all, Ana, so just fucking leave it.”
“Ace, I—”
“FUCK! Don’t you ever listen? Are you a fucking magician? Can you bring someone back from the dead, huh?” His eyes are blazing with fury, and this time he actually scares me. I shrink back from him. I hear Zarah call my name, but the blackness is closing in. EC yells Ace’s name, but I can’t focus on them. All I see is black cloud and Ace’s angry eyes.
“Ana, baby. Listen to my voice. Come back to me, babe. I’m sorry. Ana.”
“Ace, give her room.” I can hear their voices, but I can’t see them because my eyes won’t open. My breathing is laboured, and it feels like an elephant is sitting on my chest. I feel arms wrap around me and that familiar smell hits my senses, and the black fog starts to fade. Lips meet my cheek, then my jaw and then my neck.
“I’m sorry, baby. Open your eyes for me. I’m here, babe. I would never hurt you.” I feel myself nodding, but I can’t speak as I’m trying to regulate my breathing. I breath deep through my nose and slowly let it out. I do that a few times before I try to open my eyes. Thank God we’re in a dimly lit pub. I blink a few times until Ace comes into view, his worried face leaning over me. When did I lay down?
I look around me and see that I am, in fact, on the floor next to our booth, and people are watching us.
“Ignore them, Mouse. Alright, fuckers, show is over,” EC barks at the room, and people go back to what they were doing. I see a few women looking over at us. I can only imagine they’re eyeing up Ace and EC.
“I need to get up,” I breath out. Ace lifts me off my feet and plants me in his lap when he sits in the booth. He brushes the hair off my face and offers me a sad smile.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Ana. I let everything get to me, and I took it out on you when you kept saying you wanted to help. I know you want to help, but, baby, I don't want you to see this side of the club.”
“Is it that bad?” Zarah asks from across the table. I look over at my sister, who’s looking concerned for me. I smile at her, hopefully portraying that I’m okay.
“Yeah, Z. We lost a club girl a few nights ago. That’s all we can say on it,” EC explains. I gasp at his words. Oh no, a girl died. Ace’s arms tighten around me and any fear from his earlier outburst fades to nothing. I know deep down that he would never hurt me, but there had been so much anger in his eyes...
“We’re handling it, okay. The club is paying for the funeral because she had no family.”
I lean away from his body slightly. “I want to help.” I try to make my voice as steady as possible. I need him to know I’m okay and that I’m not scared of him. He starts to shake his head, but I cup his cheek, making him look at me.
“Yes. I can arrange the food for the wake and help arrange her funeral—flowers and what-not. Please, honey.” I plead him with my eyes. His eyes soften, and he leans in and lays a kiss on my lips.
“Bollocks. I can’t say no when you call me ‘honey’ in that tone of voice.”
EC coughs, “pussy-whipped”, and I turn and shoot him a death glare that wipes the smile off his face. I find it funny that I can silence these boys with the ‘mum’ glare, even though I’m not a mum yet. Yet. The thought bounces around my head; me carrying Ace’s babies. Oh good Lord, they would be bloody beautiful if they looked like their father. Would Ace be a good dad? Oh hell, who am I kidding, of course he would.
“What’s got you thinking so hard there, babe.”
“Babies,” I blurt out. I slap my hand over my mouth and look at Ace with wide eyes.
“And that is our cue to leave, Z. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home,” EC says, sliding out of the booth and helping my sister out.
“Just a ride home, EC,” I warn. He smirks at me, and I go to bitch him out.
“Really, Smallie? I’m a grown woman, ya know. Besides, I don’t think this pretty boy here could handle me.” Zarah takes a hold of his chin and shakes it a little, in a playful way. But EC being EC can’t let her one-up him.
He grabs his crotch and replies,
“Oh, sweetheart, I have plenty for you to handle.” He winks at her and Ace groans from my side, resting his forehead on my bare shoulder.
“You really think so, huh?” Zarah steps towards him and his eyes widen. I’m not sure whether that’s from being turned on or out of fear. I chuckle until I feel Ace’s hands on my jaw, turning me to face him. I don’t hear EC or Zarah, or anything in the room. My sole focus is on my man. I lick my lips and watch as Ace’s gaze drops to watch the small action.
He leans in and kisses me. His beard scratches and tickles my lips and chin. We get lost in the contact, which happens every time he touches me. He can make everything fade away. Seconds, minutes, pass as the kiss deepens. Until we’re brought back to the room, filled with people, by a loud cheer.
“Fuck, babe.”
“Yeah,” is all I can say, breathless.
I climb off his lap and sit next to him, no space between our bodies.
“Right, now you guys have come up for air, I can tell you we’re leaving and pretty boy here will keep his pecker in his jeans and make sure I get home safe,” Zarah tells us. I smile at her and she mirrors it. “You deserve this. Make it count.”
I nod. “I will. EC, you watch out for my big sister or it’ll be your balls on the clubhouse door warning the brothers not to mess with the Dawkins sisters.”
“You got it, Mouse. I like my balls firmly attached to my body. Let’s move, little sister.” He winks at me, and I giggle at him calling Zarah ‘little sister’, considering she’s a few years older than him.
Zarah shakes her head at him but does it with a smile on her face. “Come on, pretty boy, let’s get me home so I can have some fun with a very large dildo that knows how to make me come and when to shut himself off.” She winks at me, making me and Ace burst into a fit of laughter. The look on EC’s face is so comical. His eyes are wide like saucers, and his mouth open and closes like a fish out of water. Zarah steps up to him and taps his cheek, then walks towards the door.
“You need to go after her, brother.”
“Did she just… I mean, did she… Fucking hell.” Without another word, he turns and follows my sister out of the pub. I wipe the tears leaking from my eyes from laughing. My sister always knows how to put men in their place. She has no filter; she never has. My parents used to encourage us to say what we mean and mean what we say.
“That boy’s mouth is going to get him in trouble someday,” Ace says.
“In more ways than one.” I take a sip from my drink and Ace does the same. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Ace slides his arm around my waist, keeping me flush to his hard body. He smells like oil and leather because of his cut and his days of working in the garage.
“How’s the cafe doing?”
“Same as always. Busy during the three meal times. It’ll get busier when the kids finish for school this summer, but we’ll handle it. I may need to hire someone else to help out,” I explain to him. He hasn’t been in the cafe since Nancy passed away. Not by choice, but because things with the club have kept him busy.
“I know someone that can help out. She can start whenever you need her to. She’s a good girl. I know she’ll be happy to help.” I know I shouldn’t feel like it, but jealousy creeps in. Is she one of his girls from before me? Does she want Ace to be hers? Is that why she’ll help when he asks?
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sp; Ace must see the questions running around my head by the look on my face. He grips my chin and tilts my head to look me in the eyes.
“Baby, no. Stop thinking that fucked up shit. She’s the daughter of a non-active member. She’s nineteen and is a pretty cool kid. Her name is Mae, but we call her ‘Click’ because she’s a fucking whizz at all that computer shit.” I let out a sigh, and the feeling of guilt settles in my belly for doubting him.
“I’m sorry for thinking any different. I’m trying here, honey.”
He leans in and kisses me gently. “I know, babe. Click will be a good addition. Plus, it’s a way to keep an extra eye on her, and she gets cash in her pocket. Not that she needs it.”
“Okay, send her round to us. Is she pretty?” His smile takes over his face, his white teeth showing through the brown hair of his beard.
“She’s a beauty. The boys will go wild for her. One in particular will be visiting more than he usually does.” I frown at him and he chuckles. Who does he mean? Like he can hear the question in my head, he speaks up. “EC, baby.”
I gasp. “Really?” He nods.
“Yep. He’s had a thing for her since he joined the club, but since he was a prospect, he couldn’t touch her. Then he got his patch, but she had a boyfriend. They’ve had this cat and mouse thing going on for a while now.”
“I know something about that.” I smile at him.
“EC thinks he will hurt her, so he kept his distance, but Click didn’t care. She turned up the heat to get him, but he fucked up. She came to the club just after her eighteenth birthday, only to find EC getting his dick sucked by a club girl.” I gasp. The poor girl. “Click never came around after that, and she gave up chasing him. That hit him hard, and then he started fucking anything with a pussy.”
“Oh, it must be hard for them both. Him for wanting her but knowing he messed up, and for her to remember how much he hurt her yet know she has to see him from time to time.” I rest my hand over my heart, willing my old romantic heart to find a way to fix them.
“Don’t do it, sweetheart,”
“Do what?” I feign innocence.
“You know what.” I smirk at him and push him to move out of the booth. He frowns at me, but I give him a seductive smile—hopefully.
“Let’s go. Take me home, Ace. I want to feel you inside me.”
That’s all it takes for him to leap from the booth, pulling me behind him. We make it home on his bike in no time.
I take it when you promise Ace McGowan a good time, the man wastes no time in getting it. Good to know.
Ace
I kick the door shut behind me and I carry Ana to my bedroom. I brought her to my home and not the clubhouse. I don’t want those fuckers saying shit about Ana screaming my name, because she will be screaming my name.
My house is thirty minutes from the city centre and fifteen minutes from the clubhouse. It comes in handy to be close to everything, for moments like this.
I lower her so her feet meet the floor, but I keep her body firmly against me. Our gazes are blazing with lust and want. I slam my mouth against hers and take the kiss I’ve wanted to take since she walked into the cafe that winter morning.
She breaks the kiss and pushes me so I fall onto the bed. I go up on my elbows and look up at her. Her eyes are filled with desire and want for me—for my cock.
“What do you want, baby?”
“You know what I want,” she answers.
“Then come and get it, babe. He’s right here. Waiting for you.” I nod down towards my rock-hard dick in my dark jeans. Ana slowly lowers herself to her knees, and I thank fucking God that I laid carpet in this room. How the hell I let her control the situation when her tiny fingers open my jeans and take out my dick, I have no fucking idea. I deserve a medal for this shit.
I moan when her hand wraps around my cock, slowly moving up and down. My head falls back between my shoulders. “Mouth, baby. I need your fucking mouth on me.”
Thank fuck she listens to me. Clearly the want is loud in my voice. My head snaps up to see her perfect pink lips wrap around the head of my cock, but she doesn’t stay there. She grips my shaft and runs her tongue around my balls, moving them around before sucking one into her warm mouth.
“Oh fuck. Yeah, baby, suck it. Yeah, now the other one.” I force my arms to stay up, so I can watch as she sucks and licks my balls. They tingle to high heaven. “Fuck,” I growl as she sucks one into her mouth. Hard.
“Put my dick in your mouth, babe. I wanna see your lips wrapped around my cock.” I watch as she licks the head of my dick first, tasting the precum that’s formed there. Her gaze connects with mine as she opens her mouth and sucks the head of my shaft. My balls tighten, and I shiver. A sly smile covers her face when she sees how I react to her.
“Suck it hard and all the way back, babe,” I demand. Eyes still on me, she lowers her mouth on me, taking every inch until I hit the back of her throat. Ana gags a little but swallows through it, making me grit my teeth. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I know if I don’t stop this now, I’m going to come down her throat and not in her pussy. I watch as her head bobs up and down my dick, her saliva dripping down onto my balls. God, this is a fucking sight to behold. I lean forward and slide the yellow straps of her dress off her shoulder, one by one. She isn’t wearing a bra. Her tits sit firmly in the cups of the dress. I move forward more, effectively forcing my dick out of her mouth.
“You okay? Am I not doing it right?” She looks up at me with concerned eyes.
I cup her chin and lay a kiss on her mouth, tasting myself on her lips.
“You were perfect. Too fucking perfect. I was going to come down your throat if you didn’t stop, baby, and I want to come in that pretty pussy of yours. Stand up,” I command, and she listens. Ana likes to be told what to do. Not in an aggressive way, but in a very sexual way.
I watch as she climbs to her feet, using my thighs as leverage. I look up at her and take in her beauty. Some of her brown hair has come loose from her hair-tie thing, and her lips are puffy from being wrapped around my dick. Her eyes are glazed over with desire for me to fuck her into next week. To take her high with every orgasm I’m going to give her.
I slide my hands up the back of her thighs, over the curve of her arse, feeling the cotton knickers with a little lace trim on them. I slip my fingers under the material, feeling the smooth skin of her arse, and squeeze,
“Ace.” She moans my name, making my cock jerk between us. I move my hands, so I can pull her knickers down her long legs. I look up when she gasps, and smirk at her.
“Lose the dress, babe.” I lean back on my elbows again and enjoy the view of my girls stripping for me. Ana is so fucking reserved. It’s fucking crazy that we fit together. My gaze moves from hers as the dress slowly glides down her body. It slides over her tits like melting chocolate. I watch as it lands on the floor, settling at her bare feet.
“Fuck me, you are beautiful.” My voice comes out hoarse and full of emotion, seeing my woman naked before me. When we first had sex in my room at the clubhouse, I didn't take the time to fully appreciate her body.
“Hair down.” She lifts her arms up and unties her hair. The colour of her hair is a stark contrast to her pale skin. I watch as her tits move with the raising of her arms. I run my eyes over her body and find that she’s fucking perfect in my eyes. Including the small scar I missed before, sitting on her hip. I reach out and touch it. She recoils from my touch and my gaze snaps to hers.
“Who put it there? What happened?” I demand, gripping her hips with both hands, holding her in place.
“Leave it, Ace. It’s nothing.” Her hands settle on my shoulders, pushing me back, so I’m laying down. I watch as her eyes plead with me to let it go, so I do. For now. “You will tell me some day.” She nods and pulls my jeans down over my thighs.
“Up.” She indicates that she wants me to lift my hips. I do as she asks.
My jeans meet the carpet, and I watc
h as my woman climbs me like a fucking tree. She straddles me, her pussy resting on my dick. I’m pretty fucking sure she loves to torture me with that hot, slick centre.
“T-shirt, honey.” Her voice drops into that seductive tone she uses when she wants something. She pushes the bottom of my shirt up my stomach, keeping her palms on my skin. I reach behind my neck and tug the material over my head, before flinging it across the room, not giving a fuck where it lands.
My eyes zone in on the apex of her thighs as she reaches for my shaft and lowers herself down on me. My back arches and my head pushes into the bedding as the feel of total fucking bliss fills my body. The feel of her soft, warm pussy taking me, makes me wanna preach to the fucking God almighty. But that fucker isn’t making me feel this good. No, it’s my woman riding the fuck out of my dick.
I feel her lips on my neck as I arch back from the sensations racing through my body.
“Hell yeah, baby. Ride that cock—take your pleasure. God.”
“Yes, honey. God, you feel so good inside me.” I let her have her few minutes of control before I flip us over. Then she’s on her knees and I’m slamming into her from behind. I reach forward, cupping her jaw, forcing her to turn her head to face me. Our gazes lock, and I slowly lower my hand, gripping her throat and leaning in so I can kiss her puffy lips.
I catch her moan with my mouth, and I pound into her, my hips meeting her lush arse. She snags my wrist with her tiny hand.
I slow my movements, dipping my hips, grinding into her rather than pounding. “You okay?” I whisper in her ear. She gives me a jerky nod, letting me know I can pick the pace up again.
“God, baby, you feel so good.” Her knees give out until she’s lying flat on her stomach. I adjust her left leg, bending it at the knee. I climb onto the bed, practically mounting her. I place one knee on the bed and one foot by her hip and start to slam into her.
