Tame Him

by Caitlyn Dare

  “Hell yes.” He turns me in his arms, cupping the back of my neck as he traces letters of love over my jaw and down the slope of my neck.

  I can feel him hard and ready at my stomach, but he isn’t in any rush to take care of himself—it’s always about me. About him taking care of my needs, making sure I’m satisfied.

  Part of me thinks it always has been, even during the games, the constant push and pull.

  “I’m going to get you naked now, and then I’m going to spend my time loving every single inch of you.” His thumb brushes my jaw, running over my swollen lips. “Because I do, ya know? I love you, Remi. I love you so fucking much it hurts.”

  Ace’s eyes glitter with promise as his words bury their way into my soul. “I don’t deserve you, but I fucking love you, Princess. And I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again. Myself included.”

  “Ace.” His name falls from my lips in a soft whisper as I push myself against his body. Catching my drift, he picks me up, forcing my legs around his waist.

  “I had all these plans...”

  “They can wait. I need you. I need you so much.”

  He carries me to the bed and we land in a tangle of limbs and laughter. “I need you naked, now.” Ace starts stripping me, kissing my skin as he goes. My fingers twist into the bedsheets when he closes his mouth around one of my nipples. His warm breath against the cool scratch of the lace has my body squirming beneath him.

  “You like that, baby?” he teases. “Already wet for me?” Ace dips one of his hands to my pussy, hooking the lace aside. His finger glides through my wetness. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

  He begins to work me with his fingers, slow and deep, mimicking the drag of his thumb over my clit. My legs lock around him as I ride his hand, desperately chasing the high I know is coming.

  “Fuck, Remi, I can’t wait to be inside you... I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I do you.” The words dance over my skin as I sing his name over and over.

  “Ace, oh God, more... I need...” Everything grows small as I drown in sensation. I can feel Ace rocking against me, the hard bulge in his jeans rubbing on my leg, but I’m too lost to do anything about it.

  But suddenly, he slows the motion, almost stopping.

  “What are you doing?” I pant, the waves of pleasure ebbing away, leaving me frustrated.

  “Patience, Princess.” He smirks, flicking my clit. Once… twice… until I’m crying his name.

  “Ace, please… I need… oh God.” Arching up, I desperately try to rub against him, but he pulls away again.

  “I like you like this. Needy for me. Desperate.” Ace nips my bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue.

  “I know what you’re doing.” I narrow my eyes at him.

  “Me? I’m doing… nothing.” He pushes a single finger inside me, slow and deep, stealing my breath. But it isn’t enough.

  “Stop teasing me.”

  “Your wish is my command.” Ace grins, kissing me so hard I’m not sure where he begins and I end. “Come for me, Princess.” He licks inside my mouth, his tongue darting in and out the way his fingers work me. I arch my back, my head rolling to the side as pleasure starts to rise inside me.

  Ace chuckles, tracing his lips down my neck as one of his hand squeezes my breast. “Look at you,” he drawls. “You. Are. Mesmerizing.” Curling his fingers inside me, I begin to tremble.

  “Ace...” My fingers clutch the sheets, my body a writhing, needy mess.

  His lips find my skin again, his teeth grazing the faded bite mark. “Please,” I cry. I don’t even know what I’m asking for, everything is so intense.

  The second his teeth sink into my skin, the waves crest, crashing over me with such force I scream his name.

  “You’re mine, Remi. Always.” Ace licks the bite mark, sealing it with a kiss before dragging his eyes to mine. “Hi.” He smiles.

  “Hi.”

  Suddenly, the air shifts, the pain of our past lingering on the periphery. “Fuck,” he grits out.

  “Hey.” I rest my hand against his cheek. “It’s okay.”

  “It’s not, I should never have fucking—”

  “Ace, don’t do this. Don’t let the past define our future.” My hands find the hem of his tank, pulling it away from his cut abs. He takes over, working it off his body in one smooth glide. He eases off me, shucking out of his jeans. My eyes drop to his tented boxers as he begins fumbling around with his wallet.

  “Wait,” I say, a slight tremor in my voice. “I don’t want anything between us.”

  “For real?” His Adam’s apple bobs against his throat, heat blazing in his eyes.

  I nod, a shiver working through me at the very idea of feeling him bare inside me.

  Hovering at the end of the bed, Ace slowly pushes his boxers down his hips, roughly palming himself. “The things I want to do to you.”

  “I’m right here.” I smirk, letting my hands trail down to the waistband of my panties. But Ace is quicker. Diving at me, he rips them clean off me before covering my body with his.

  “You sure?”

  I don’t answer with words. Instead, I dip my hand between our bodies and grasp him, guiding him to where I need him most.

  “Fuck, Remi... fuck,” he breathes, as I slide his cock over my clit, teasing us both. “You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

  Ace grabs my hands and pins them above my head before driving into me in one smooth glide. We both cry out as he stretches me.

  “Jesus,” he chokes out.

  “It feels... God...” My legs anchor around his hips, urging him to move, and he does.

  Strong, powerful strokes that I feel all the way down to the tips of my toes.

  Ace curves his hand around my throat, pinning me to the mattress. He’s everywhere. His tongue pushed deep in my mouth, his big body pressed up against me as he grinds into me, filling me with every thrust. My hands fight against his hold, desperate to touch him, to feel his muscles ripple beneath my fingers, but it only makes him go harder. Faster. Until I can barely breathe and my vision starts to blur. He isn’t making love to me. He isn’t fucking me. He’s branding himself on my soul, carving his name permanently on my heart.

  “Ace, it’s too much,” I whimper, completely overwhelmed by the sensations he’s unleashing on me.

  “Ssh, baby.” His mouth is at my ear, his words a hot growl. “I’ve got you.” He releases my hands, letting me grip his shoulders as he begins to ride me slower, deeper, until I don’t know where I end and he begins. My legs fall to the mattress, letting his pelvis bump against my clit, sending bursts of pleasure racking through me.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He murmurs the words, painting them onto my lips with his tongue. Our kisses grow frenzied. Hot, wet, dirty kisses as we both race toward the edge.

  “You ready to come for me, Princess?”

  I mewl some inaudible reply, my heart hammering inside my chest as Ace hooks his arm underneath my thigh and grinds into me at a new angle.

  “Fuck... Fuck...” I chant like a girl possessed, a girl ready to sacrifice herself for the cause.

  “I’m close,” he rasps, “I’m so fucking close.”

  Without warning, Ace pinches my clit hard and my orgasm hits, my pussy convulsing around him as he continues to pump inside me.

  “Fucking love you, Remi.” His body tenses, and I know he’s close. I wrap myself around him, locking my ankles around his back as he jerks inside me.

  Silence settles over us, nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths and beating hearts. “You good?” he asks, his voice raw.

  “More than good.” My lips break into a full smile. “I love you, Ace Jagger.”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing that. Or having your tight pussy wrapped around me. It feels like fucking heaven.”

  “So romantic.” I roll my eyes playfully.

  “If you wanted romance, Princess, you picked the wrong guy.”

 
“Oh, I don’t know.” I lean up, brushing his nose with mine. “You don’t do so bad.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Ace

  Remi falls asleep in my arms. It’s easy to forget everything she went through not so long ago, she’s still recovering. I think this weekend will be good for both of us.

  Unable to switch off, I slip from the bed and take a shower before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and going back to the job I started in the kitchen. The refrigerator is fully stocked with everything we could possibly need. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve this, but Ellen pulled out all the stops for this weekend.

  Pulling out a couple of steaks, I leave them on the side to rest while I make us a salad. I never enjoyed cooking when I was forced to look after my brothers—it was just another chore that landed on my shoulders, a kid forced to make sure everyone stayed alive and healthy. But as I stand chopping the huge selection of vegetables I find, I discover it’s actually quite relaxing, and knowing that I’m making it for Remi means it’s even more enjoyable.

  Fucking hell, I’m so fucking whipped.

  I smile at myself, but I really can’t find it in me to care. I don’t give a fuck that she basically holds my balls in the palm of her hand.

  On the way out to the decking, I poke my head into the bedroom to find Remi still sleeping soundly. After firing up the grill, I get myself comfortable on one of the many loungers with a beer and stare out at the calm sea in the distance.

  I think back over my time in the Bay and all the events that led me to this moment with Remi. I really didn’t want to move. I would have happily stayed in the Heights, and if it weren’t for my brothers then I’d probably still be there. Then I never would have met her. I’d have been forced into a life of crime and under-the-radar deals with Donny. Probably would have ended up getting Kelsey or another of the Heights hussies pregnant.

  I might even have turned into a younger version of my father as I drank away my sorrows and took out my anger over my shitty life on those closest to me.

  Fuck.

  He’s not even my fucking father. He’s my… uncle.

  This is such head fuck.

  Once my bottle is empty, I stand, lift the lid on the grill and throw our steaks on. They sizzle immediately and the smell makes my stomach rumble.

  After getting a refill, I lean against the railings, continuing to look out over the view as I wait for the steaks to be ready so I can go and wake Remi.

  I’m so lost in thoughts of how I would wake her that I don’t hear footsteps heading my way. Remi’s warm hands slip around my waist before pressing against my abs. She rests her head against my bare back, her touch almost burning me to the bone.

  “Hey, Princess. Did you have a good sleep?”

  “I did,” she mumbles, her voice still rough. “I missed you.”

  Her lips press a line down my spine. My skin pricks with goosebumps and all the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock. “You like that?” she breathes, clearly noticing the shudder that runs through my body.

  “You’re touching me. Of course I fucking like it.”

  “How long until dinner?”

  “Probably two minutes ago,” I admit. I’ve already lost track of time now she’s here.

  “Don’t move.” I lose her touch, but it’s only for a moment, because no sooner has she gone than she’s back again.

  Remi continues kissing, her hands tracing the lines of my abs before she finds the V that disappears into my sweats.

  “Jesus, Remi,” I moan, when her fingers dip under the waistband, gasping when she wraps her hands around my solid length.

  My heart pounds in my chest as she slowly starts stroking me, the heat of her front pressing against my back. “Fuck, Princess.”

  “Just making up for lost time, Ace. I owe you.”

  “You owe me nothing, baby. I’d make you come all goddamn day and expect nothing in return.”

  “As much as I appreciate that, it’s not necessary. I want to take care of you too.”

  “Fuck.” My head drops between my shoulders in pleasure as she sweeps her thumb over the tip of my cock, collecting up the bead of precum that I know is there.

  I watch her hand where it disappears under the fabric of my sweats. I really fucking want to see her hand wrapped around while she works my length.

  I push my sweats down. “Fucking hell, Princess.”

  Her spare hand trails down my side. She squeezes my ass before running it down my thigh. Catching it in my own hand, I guide her around to cup my balls. She owns them, so she may as well play with them.

  “Jesus, fuck.” Her touch is so gentle, so soft.

  “Do you think anyone can see us?” she muses.

  “I really fucking hope so.” The thought of someone seeing exactly what this girl does to me turns me on more than it probably should. I want the world to know she’s mine, and what better way than showing them how she brings me to my motherfucking knees.

  “Rem… fuck…” Tingles race down my spine, and my muscles lock up as pleasure races through me.

  I roar like a feral fucking animal when my release hits me. My chest heaves as I fight to regain control of my heart.

  “Fucking hell, Princess. That was… wow.”

  “Yeah? she asks shyly.

  Reaching for my sweats, I pull them up and turn on her.

  “Motherfucker.” The word falls from my lips without my knowledge as I find her standing in my tank. It’s longer on her, skimming her mid-thighs, and the arms hang down low enough that I’m sure I’ll get a good boob shot when she turns. Her nipples pebble under my stare and she rubs her thighs together.

  When I find her eyes, she’s staring down at where my cock is, once again, straining behind the fabric of my sweats. “Again?” she asks.

  “Always.” I take a step toward her. “Now tell me… exactly what are you wearing under this?”

  “Ace, I—” Ignoring what she’s saying, I opt to find out for myself and pull the neck away from her body, peering inside.

  “Just how I like you. Naked and ready for the taking.”

  “Down, boy,” she says with a laugh, placing her palms on my chest. “I need food first. I’m starving, and that smells too good.”

  I stare at her. Really stare at her. Her dark eyes sparkle with desire as she looks back at me. The freckles on her nose are more prominent than when we first met, and her hair is messed from our roll around the bed earlier. She’s so fucking beautiful.

  And all fucking mine.

  Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her into my body. “I really fucking love you, Remi Tanner.” I slam my lips down on hers before she has a chance to respond. As much as I loved hearing those words from her earlier, I don’t need them. I see it in her eyes every time she so much as glances at me. I feel it in her touch, even the most innocent ones.

  “Go and take a seat. I’ll finish dinner.”

  “I can help,” she argues.

  “No. Sit. Relax. Something tells me you’re not going to get all that much rest tonight.” Her cheeks heat and a bolt of possessiveness shoots through me.

  I love that I can make her blush.

  After plating up our dinner, I get us both a beer and serve the meal on the outside table.

  “It’s so beautiful here,” Remi says. “How did you find it?”

  “I can’t take any credit. It was Ellen.”

  “Ellen?”

  “It’s her old boss’ or something. I told her that I wanted to redo your birthday, give you the weekend you deserve. She told me about a beach house, but I never could have imagined this.”

  “Do you think she knows that she’s basically set up a luxury fuckfest weekend?”

  I snort a laugh and almost choke on a piece of my steak. “Fuckfest?”

  She shrugs innocently. “So that’s not part of your plan?”

  “Oh, Princess. Fucking is definitely part of my plan.” I wink and she giggles.

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nbsp; “You’re terrible.”

  “Of course. I’m the bad boy from the Heights your mother warned you about.”

  “Speaking of my mother... does she know about all of this?”

  “I have no idea. I was going to ask her myself, but in the end I figured that James owed me a favor. I asked him to clear it with her.”

  “You’ve spoken to him?”

  “Briefly. I wanted to stop him from saying anything to Conner or Cole before I figured out the best way to do it.”

  “How do you think they’ll handle it?”

  “Honestly, I have no idea. They’re not aware that anything was untoward with our parents, other than them both being total fuck-ups.” That was a given. “It really could go either way. They can both be a little unpredictable at times.”

  “I get that with Cole. He’s kinda… terrifying,” she admits with a wince.

  “I know. I worry about him. His temper… well, it makes me look like a pussy cat.”

  “I can imagine.”

  “He doesn’t let it out often, but when he does. Jesus,” I mutter, rubbing at my jaw as I remember the last time it happened. “He fucks shit up.”

  “Conner seems more… stable?”

  “Sometimes. He hides behind his humor—or attempted humor.”

  Silence settles around us as we continue eating. I can tell that Remi has a million and one questions she wants to ask me, but for some reason she’s holding back.

  “It’s okay,” I whisper. “You can ask me anything.”

  “I know, it’s just…”

  “Just?” I prompt.

  “I’m worried.”

  “About what?” It could be any number of things that has worry lines creasing her head.

  “That night you came to my bedroom and told me… everything.”

  “Yeah.”

  “You said you thought Donny sent that guy after you to… get rid of you.” She swallows, fear etched into her features. “Do you think… Do you think he’ll try again?”

  I sit back, considering her question. Donny is nothing if not ruthless. I have no doubt that if he wanted me dead he would have made it happen before now. Bruce was a warning. A serious fucking warning. Although I have no idea what for.