Claiming Mine (Unforgiven Riders MC Book 1)

by Amy Davies

  “Har-harder, Ace.”

  “Like this?” I slide my dick almost all the way out and slam back in so fucking hard we move up the bed. The bedding is crumpled up in her fists, her knuckles turning white. She’s holding on so tight.

  “Yes!” Her screams fill the room. “Again.” I repeat the movement, and I can feel my balls tighten and my spine start to tingle. I pull out because I want to see her face as she comes.

  I flip her over and hold her ankles in the air, before sliding home again. Sliding in deep makes us moan in pure lust.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she pants out. I use my left hand to pinch her clit, sending her over the edge. She screams my name as her orgasm sweeps through her body. Her chest gets a flushed look as I keep up the steady pace, dragging every ounce her of climax from her.

  Her body sags when the twitching of her pussy calms, and I don’t waste any time chasing my own orgasm. I slam in once, twice.

  “Baby, where do you want me to come?”

  Her eyes snap to mine, and her red cheeks rise with her sexy smile.

  “Mouth.”

  “Fuck yeah, get ready, baby. Yes.” I can feel my climax reaching its peak. I pull out and Ana quickly lays on her stomach, takes my dick in her mouth, and sucks hard.

  “FUCK,” I growl as my orgasm shoots out the head of my dick and straight into her willing mouth. Spurt after spurt, my cum fills her mouth, and she swallows like a fucking pro.

  I’m breathing heavy when I collapse onto the bed beside her. Ana crawls up the bed and lays next to me.

  “That was—”

  “Fucking amazing,” I answer for her. She tilts her head and kisses my chest.

  “Why did we wait so long, Ace?” I get what she’s asking, but is she ready to hear my answer? Because in reality, it was her fault we waited. Fuck it, she has to know.

  “You tell me, babe. I was after you, but you kept me away. Only you can answer your own question.”

  “I had a lot going on, Ace, and to be honest, I had seen you with multiple women. You can’t blame me for not letting you make a move on me.”

  “What did you have going on?”

  “Just daily things.” She buries her body deep into mine, like she can’t get close enough.

  “Why don't you talk about your past to me? I want to know everything, Ana.”

  She doesn’t speak right away. She lets the question hang in the air between us. “I know you do, honey. Please give me some time. I’ll tell you everything, okay? I promise.”

  “Soon, very fucking soon, Ana.” She nods and yawns, making me chuckle. “Did I wear my baby out?” She nods again. I move us up the bed so we’re laying on the pillows. I manoeuvre our bodies and pull the blankets over us.

  “Sleep, baby.”

  “M’kay,” she answers in a groggy voice, already almost out. Having her in my arms feels right. This is only place she belongs: here with me. No other man will get to touch her. Now that she’s my old lady, the club will always protect her like they would me.

  I need to put a call in to Sketch and make an appointment for us to get our property tattoos done. Zarah has warned me Ana is deathly afraid of needles, so we’ll have to see if Sketch can advise on that. But she is getting it done. I need people to know who the fuck she belongs to.

  I wrap my arms around my girl and fall into a deep sleep, feeling like the king of the world.

  Ana

  I wipe the table down and carry the dirty dishes into the kitchen. I place them in the dishwasher and start it up. We are run off our feet again today. The builders have been pouring in at a steady pace during the day. A few have hit on me and Zarah, but when the prospect growls in their direction they quit the flirting, making us both laugh. Ditch has been sat in the corner since we opened this morning, but from the look on his face, he’s none too happy about it. But hey, he wanted to prospect for the club.

  The bell above the door dings and I lift my head to see who has walked in. A squeal comes from behind me before I even register who is by the door. Zarah comes running from behind the counter and makes a beeline for Theo.

  Holy cow, it’s Theo.

  I run and join them in a big hug. Theo is our first cousin on our mother’s side. He’s the same age as Zarah. My family kept their distance because of Gary.

  Gary.

  I pull back and frown at Theo, then look behind him to see if Gary is outside the cafe window. I know I’m being silly, but the thought of him finding me makes me feel sick to my stomach.

  “How did you know where we were, Theo?” My voice is calm, but inside I’m shaking.

  “This one let slip about the funeral you went to.” He pulls Zarah tighter to him. My gaze snaps to hers, and she cringes when she sees my face.

  “Why? How? We have been so bloody careful, Zarah. Bloody hell.” I rest my hand over my forehead and close my eyes, taking deep breaths. I open my eyes to see how upset my sister is. “Were you followed, Theo?”

  I pull Zarah in for a hug to reassure her we’re fine. She wraps her arms around me, squeezing the life out of me.

  “Only I know. I’ve taken two weeks off work for a holiday. I spent time travelling up the coast, surfing and what-not.” Oh, did I forget to mention Theo was a surfer? Yeah, he has the tan, the abs, and the shaggy blonde hair to go with it.

  “So you ended up here?” I ask cautiously.

  “Yeah, baby-A. If anyone was following me, they would have got bored watching me surf and pull some hot chicks on the way. Well, they wouldn't have got bored of the shows we put on, but hey…” He winks at me and I laugh. I hear the rumble of the bikes before I see them. I can now tell there are at least four bikes by the different sounds of the exhausts.

  I look over to where Ditch is sitting, and he’s scowling at Theo. Oh hell.

  “You didn’t?” He just shrugs at me. Yes, he did. I stand there and watch as Ace, Batch, Dyson and Court dismount their bikes and make their way in. Ace leading the pack.

  I place my hands on my hips and wait for him to close the small distance, as we are standing right in front of the door. Ace’s eyes flicker between me and Theo, who still has his arm around my shoulder.

  “You wanna tell me why the fuck you have your arm around my woman?” Ace fumes. No ‘Hello Ana’. No ‘How are you, babe’. Nada.

  Poxy alpha biker men.

  “Well hello to you, too, Ace,” I mutter. His gaze snaps to mine before returning to Theo. The thing about the Dawkins men… they don’t back down.

  “And who are you?” Theo asks Ace, puffing out his chest. He takes a step forward, gently pushing me behind him. He thinks I need protection from these boys; from Ace.

  “Theo, he’s—”

  Ace’s bellow cuts me off. “Who am I? Who the fuck am I? I’ll tell you who the fuck I am. I’m her old man, and she’s my old lady, so I suggest you take your grubby fucking paws off my property. NOW!”

  Theo bursts out laughing and steps forward with his hand raised to shake Ace’s. I smile at the action, but the brothers of the Unforgiven Riders look at Theo like he’s lost his bloody mind.

  “Well why didn’t you lead with that, you tit. I’m Theo, Zarah and Ana’s cousin.” His hand is still mid-air, waiting for Ace to shake it, but he just stares at the hand and then back up to Theo’s face.

  “Ace,” I prompt. He looks at me, and I frown at him before dropping my eyes to Theo’s hand. Luckily, Ace shakes it.

  “Nice to meet you. I see that my cousins have all the protection they will ever need.”

  “Damn right they do,” Dyson chimes in from behind Ace. “They belong to the Unforgiven Riders and the club will protect them.” Theo chuckles, making me look at him.

  “Boys, there is something you need to learn about the Dawkins ladies. They don’t like to be owned by anyone.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, mate. Ana belongs to Ace,” Dyson explains. Theo looks between Ace and me, waiting for an explanation. I step closer to Ace and slide my arm aro
und his waist. Theo’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything right away.

  “They’re right, cousin. I’m with Ace. I’m his old lady, and in the eyes of the club, it’s an honour to have such a title. The ‘owned’ part is in the club words only. Ace would never tell me what to do, unless it was to keep me safe.” Ace places his arm around my shoulders, keeping me tucked against him. I can see Theo thinking things over in his head, his eyes bouncing between Ace and me and over to the brothers.

  “Honestly, Theo, they would never hurt us. They aren’t that kind of MC. They’re big softies really,” Zarah tells Theo, winking at the boys.

  “Softies? Really, Z? I can show you hard if you believe I’m soft for you.” Batch say, then winks.

  “Batch.” Ace says his name in warning.

  “It’s all good, brother. She knows I’m kidding, don’t you, Z?” He bounces his eyebrows at my sister.

  “Oh good lord.” I turn into Ace’s chest, giggling.

  “If you say so, Batchy boy.” Zarah loves winding the boys up. “Come and have a coffee, Theo. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll throw in some of my cake as well.”

  “I want a slice of your cake, baby.”

  “Are they always like this?” Theo asks as we watch Batch trail after Zarah towards the cafe counter. We know nothing will happen because they respect Zarah and me. The banter between them is so funny.

  “Pretty much, yeah. You hungry? Grab a seat with the boys and I’ll bring you something.” I look up at Ace and kiss his neck, just where his beard stops. “You want something too, honey?”

  Ace gives me the smile that will melt the knickers off any woman within a ten-mile radius. “Yeah, babe. You know what I like. Come sit, man,” he says to Theo. The boys go and sit in the corner where Ditch is looking at me.

  “No cake for you, sunshine.” I point at him. He juts out his bottom lip, pouting.

  “Come on, Mouse. I was only looking out for you and Z. I didn’t know who the bloke was.”

  “You have a mouth, use it from time to time and ask a question.”

  “My mouth has plenty of uses, Mouse, but asking questions isn’t one of them.” I palm my forehead and smile at him.

  “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah, baby, you did.” Ace answers for him and all the guys laugh. I leave them laughing behind me and go to help Zarah. I sort the boys their favourites and take it over to the table. Ace helps me hand the food out, ever the biker gentleman. I kiss the top of his head when he sits back down.

  “Do you boys need anything else?”

  A round of ‘no’s’ and ‘I’m good’ have me going to stepping away to finish helping out in the cafe. We’re only open for another hour or so.

  I clean up as the time moves forward. I watch the boys chat and banter back and forth. Ace lifts his eyes to me, and he gives me a smile that makes my knees weak and my knickers wet. He throws me a wink and I bite my bottom lip, knowing it drives him crazy.

  I see him shift in his seat, and I quickly take the tray in my hand into the kitchen. I’m bent over the dishwasher when I feel two arms wrap around me. I squeal as he pushes me forward against the counter.

  “You teasing me, baby?”

  “No,” I answer, my voice just a little high, not hiding the lie.

  “I think you were. Now you know how I feel about you teasing me.” I shake my head and he chuckles. “Teasing only gets you a good, hard fuck, babe. Thanks to that little lip biting action out there, you can feel what you’ve done to me. So now you have to take care of him, before he busts through my jeans and shows the boys up with how much bigger than them he is.” I snigger.

  I can feel how hard he is by the way he’s pressing his erection into my backside. I push back, just to drive him that little more crazy, but Ace doesn’t like being teased—as he said.

  His hands leave my waist and slide up the outside of my thigh, taking my pink and white embroidered dress with them. One hand latches onto my hip, while the other slides effortlessly into the front of my pink satin knickers.

  “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” His fingers slide lower, towards my entrance.

  “Maybe,” I tease. I’m deliciously punished with a pinch to the clit. I moan his name.

  “No maybe. You’re soaked and ready for me.” His fingers move at an agonisingly slow pace over my clit. One hand leaves my body, and I hear a zipper being pulled down. My head snaps towards the open door that leads out to the cafe. Anyone can just walk in. People will hear him take me.

  “Ace, no—”

  “Yes.” I feel him line his shaft up against me before sliding inside me. He takes his time, like he has other places to be in the world. His thrusts are controlled and deep. I lean forward onto the worktop, keeping my palms flat on the surface, his fingers still dragging sensations out of my clit, making my body buzz with arousal.

  “Ace.” I breath out his name.

  “I can feel you starting to tighten, babe. You need to come fast before someone walks in on us.” His thrusts become deeper and faster, his fingers matching the new pace. I look to my left, eyeing the door, praying no one walks in or hears me. His fingers press down hard, and I slam my hand over my mouth to stop the scream from leaving me. This isn’t me. I don’t ever do things like this. What is this sexy man doing to me?

  “Come, Ana. Now.” As if his words have control over my body, my orgasm slams into me. My knees go weak, but Ace holds me up as the pulsing beats through my body. One bolt after another.

  “Good girl. Hold on, this will be hard and fast.” He picks up the pace, slamming into me over and over again, chasing his orgasm. My body is being jolted against the unit as Ace powers through his orgasm with a growl in my neck.

  “Fuck, that was good. So fucking good.” He kisses my neck and pulls out of me. A whimper leaves my lips. I rest my head on the worktop, trying to catch my breath. I jump when I feel a cool, damp cloth between my legs. Ace is cleaning me up. God, I love this man.

  Shit. Ohmygod!

  “Thanks,” I mutter, unable to meet his eyes. I adjust my knickers, even though Ace pulled them back into place. My dress is a little wrinkled, so I run my hands down, smoothing the material. Eyeing the sink, I walk over to wash my hands, even though I didn’t really touch anything.

  It’s strange falling in love with someone again. Gary hurt me so bad, both mentally and physically. I never thought I would find love again, and then this bearded, tattooed biker came charging into my life, making me feel things I was too scared to feel.

  “Hey, you okay”? he asks as he wrap his arms around me again.

  “Yeah,” I whisper.

  “You don’t look or sound okay. Did I hurt you?” I turn around to face him. I look up at him and take in the tender look on his face. Who would have thought this rough and ready-looking biker could be gentle?

  “I’m good. I promise.” I need to tell him how I feel. “Come over to mine tomorrow. I’ll do a barbecue for everyone, since Theo is here.” He smiles at me, but he’s also assessing me before he answers.

  “Yeah, babe. Sounds like a plan.”

  “Good. Now get out of here, so we can clean up and go home. I’m so tired.”

  “Okay, babe. Get some rest. I’ll see you a bit later when I’m done with club business.”

  “You don’t have to come over, Ace.”

  “I will be there later.” He kisses me and walks out of the kitchen, leaving me to my thoughts that I do, in fact, love Ace McGowan.

  Ace

  Sitting on the back decking of my place, watching some of my brothers talk with Ana, Zarah, and their cousin, Theo, my heart swells. Ana wanted us to have this barbecue at her place, but I know how rowdy the boys can get after a few beers. So I offered to have it here instead. Suede is handling the grill, but Ana made everything else, since this was her idea.

  My eyes are glued to my girl when a bottle of beer is placed in my line of sight. I look up to see Lola smiling down at me. Without he
sitation, she sits next to me.

  “Have you told her yet?” I shake my head. I know I need to tell her how I feel, and I’m pretty fucking sure she feels the same way. Ana isn’t a fling kinda girl. She wants it all, and I’m going to give it to her.

  “You talked to Sketch? She needs to be booked in.”

  “Yeah, he’s coming today. He should be here soon. She’s shit scared of needles.”

  “Oh, bless her heart. I’m sure Sketch will help calm her nerves. He’s good like that. She also needs her property cut, hun.” I nod because she’s right. Sketch is fucking awesome at talking to people and helping to get them ready for a new tattoo, plus I need to order her cut. The one that will say:

  ‘Property of Ace”.

  As if on cue, Sketch comes strutting through the side gate. I smile and climb to my feet, then make my way over to him. I’ve known Sketch since we were in primary school.

  “Hey, you sexy bastard.” Oh, I forget to mention Sketch is as gay as they come, but you would never tell by the way he looks or carries himself. His arms are covered in tattoos, from his knuckles to his chest. His back is completely covered.

  “Hey, fucker.” We hug it out man to man style. That's the one thing I love about my club: we don't give a fuck about anyone’s sexual orientation. Where you get your dick wet it completely up to you—or who you rub your pussy against.

  Fuck, my cock thickens in my jeans as I think of Ana and another woman rubbing their pussies together. I wonder if she would do that for me.

  “So where is this woman you had to bribe into being your old lady, then? I hear she’s a beaut.” I smirk at him and point over to Ana. As if she senses me, she looks my way and smiles at me, giving a little wave. I crook my finger at her, beckoning her to me.

  “Holy fucking hells bells. That’s her?” Sketch asks from beside me. I nod at him.

  Ana steps up to us, sliding her arm around my waist, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me. I lean down to kiss her lips.

  “Baby, this is my lifelong friend, Sketch. Sketch, this my Ana, my old lady.”