Kace (Shattered Souls MC Book 3)

by Heather Dahlgren

  I yank my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Next are my jeans and as soon as they are off, I step out of my boxers. I grab my dick, pumping as I watch them.

  “Get naked and get on the bed,” I hiss. I jerked off once tonight, I’m sure as fuck not gonna do it again when I have two chicks in front of me.

  Brittany glances at me and smiles. “Turning you on, aren’t we?” She keeps her eyes on me as they remove their panties and climb on the bed.

  “Yeah darlin, you are. Now bury your face in Sara’s wet cunt. I can see it dripping from here,” I say.

  Sara’s legs are wide already, but she lays back, grabbing Brittany’s hair moving her head to her pussy. Fucking hot. I watch as Brittany licks at Sara. Sara is moaning and lifting her hips, loving the feeling of her hot mouth. Brittany’s fine ass is in the air begging for my touch. I grab a condom and roll it on as I climb onto the bed. Sara opens her green eyes and looks at me with a small grin.

  “She’ll make you come first, I’ll make you come next,” I say and slam my cock into Brittany.

  Brittany lets out a moan and Sara pulls her hair harder, liking the vibration on her. My fingers sink into Brittany’s soft ass as I fuck her. Watching Brittany eat Sara’s pussy as my dick slides in and out of her wet heat, is overwhelming.

  “Oh Brittany, yes,” Sara cries out when Brittany pushes two fingers in. “Suck my clit.”

  “Fuck,” I groan. I slap Brittany’s ass, evoking another moan. She’s pushing her ass against me wanting more so I wet my finger and press it against her ass. She whimpers as I begin to push in and cries out when I add another finger. I don’t slow my pace. I fuck her ass and her pussy hard and fast, as I watch her tongue flicking against Sara’s clit.

  “I’m so close,” Sara yells. She grabs her tits, pinching her own nipples.

  “Brittany’s close too. She’s squeezing my dick tighter,” I say.

  Sara locks her eyes with me as I reach around to rub Brittany’s clit. “Fuck, you’re even hotter than Brit let on,” she moans, pinching her nipples harder.

  I grin as I bring Brittany closer to coming. I pound her pussy as my fingers slam into her ass and I pinch her clit.

  “Fuck,” she hisses against Sara’s pussy.

  “Come on darlin, let go,” I growl.

  Sara’s mouth opens as her back arches off the bed. “Yes!” she shouts.

  Brittany continues licking at her as her body begins to shake. I rub her clit faster and when I know she’s about to come, I pinch it. “Oh God,” she cries.

  I pump into her a few more times before I’m groaning out my release. I pull my dick out of her and yank off the condom. I get up to grab another one and turn around to find them kissing and rubbing each other’s pussy’s.

  My dick is already getting hard again, so I climb onto the bed. They break their kiss and look at me. I grab Sara’s hair and slam my mouth to hers. She moans in my mouth as her one hand explores my chest. I pull away from her and grab Brittany next. I can still taste Sara on her tongue, and I growl. We break the kiss, and everyone is breathing heavily.

  I get onto my back causing them to move over. I roll the condom on and glance at them. “Sara ride my cock; Brittany bring the pussy here.”

  “Show her how good you make me feel with that big dick,” Brittany says, straddling my face.

  “Brit, you don’t need to tell me how to use my dick,” I say, grabbing onto her thighs that are on either side of my face. “Fucking is what I do best.”

  I bury my face in Brittany’s wet pussy, kissing it like I was kissing her mouth. It only takes a minute before she’s rubbing it against my face. I feel Sara straddle my legs and then her warm, tight pussy is sucking me in. I moan against Brittany and she digs her nails into my shoulders.

  “Oh Kace, it feels so good,” Brittany says, grinding on me.

  “Fuck, your piercing is going to make me come fast,” Sara moans, riding me fast.

  I move my hands to Brittany’s ass, holding her in place on my mouth. I push my tongue inside her and she cries out. My hips are lifting, meeting Sara’s thrust for thrust and she screams. I suck, lick, and bite on every part of Brittany’s cunt, loving her sweet taste in my mouth.

  “I’m almost there, oh fuck,” Sara shouts.

  I pull my mouth off of Brittany for a second, looking up at her. “My nipple piercings,” I hiss. My mouth gets right back to feasting on her and I moan when she reaches back to pull my nipple piercings.

  My tongue is licking at Brittany at a speed I hardly knew I had, while I fuck Sara just as fast. It’s fucking everything in this moment. It all feels so fucking good.

  “Fuck,” Sara yells, squeezing my dick as she comes. “Holy shit.”

  I suck Brittany’s clit into my mouth and bite down on it, causing her to scream out. I only need to do it a few times because she’s coming on me and I happily take it all. When she’s done, she drags her wet pussy down my body until her mouth is by my nipples. She peeks up at me and smiles. “You’re turn to come.”

  She sucks on my nipples, biting on my piercings. Grab her hair and fuck Sara as she’s screaming that she’s about to come again. As she squeezes my dick again finding her release, I growl when mine finds me.

  “Fuck.” I pull Brittany up to my mouth and kiss her while Sara collapses next to my legs. After a few minutes, our breathing is starting to slow down and I sit up, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the trash.

  “That was hot,” Sara says, pushing her red hair out of her eyes.

  Brittany turns her head as she runs her fingers lazily up and down my chest. “I told you.”

  “It was fucking hot. You two fuck each other a lot, huh?” I ask, leaning over to get a cigarette off my nightstand.

  They both laugh and Sara moves to Brittany’s other side. “Not a lot, but tonight wasn’t our first time,” Brittany says.

  Sara moves Brittany’s hair off her shoulder and kisses it. “It won’t be the last either.”

  I start to wonder if maybe Sara is more into Brittany than just a friend. I take a drag of my cigarette and grin. It’s not my fucking business.

  “I’ve gotta be up early, so you guys should probably head out,” I say, getting up to grab my boxers off the floor.

  Neither of them complain or whine, they just get up and get dressed. This is the kind of fucking I need. No strings attached, no feelings, just hot fucking sex.

  “I’ll call you this week,” Brittany says, kissing my chest as she walks past.

  “Alright, darlin. Nice to meet you Sara,” I yell as they walk out of my room.

  After they leave I lock up and climb into bed. It doesn’t take long for sleep to find me, it’s just the nightmares I know that are coming that I dread.

  We’ve all been at Zane’s for a few hours now. The food is delicious, the alcohol is flowing, and the laughs are endless. When I got here I was looking around thinking of all the months I spent here and how much has changed.

  “Look how cute they are,” Harper says, breaking my thoughts.

  I glance over to Brooks and Maren. “She seems to fit right in,” I say, tipping back my beer.

  “Yeah she does, and Brooks seems to be happy,” she says, still staring at them.

  “He is happy,” Zane corrects. “Not as happy as us though,” he whispers, kissing her cheek.

  I roll my eyes and look over at Riley. I’m still trying to get over that he’s with Gillian. I know it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. After I lost my parents, I shut down and built a wall around my heart. Rachel was the first and only person to get through it. I thought she would be my old lady, but when the going got tough, the bitch got going. The shit I found out later destroyed me even more. Riley being with Gillian just reminds me of all the pain and betrayal her sister caused me. I don’t miss Rachel, I hate her. I just don’t like the reminder that anything good in life will always end in a pile of ash. For me anyway.

  “Kace, are you and Brittany serious?” Harper asks.


  I lift my brown eyes to her bright blues and laugh. “No.”

  She glances at Z and he gives her a small shake of his head with a very pissed off look on his face. “What?” I ask.

  “She’s constantly with other guys. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” she whispers.

  “Fucking hell, babe. I said mind your business,” Zane yells.

  “It is my business. She works for me and Kace is my friend,” she shouts back.

  “Fuck, relax Z. I know she’s with other guys, just like I banged her friend the other night. I told you it’s just sex. I’m not looking for anything more than that.” I turn my attention to Harper and grin. “Thanks for always looking out for me, but I promise it’s all good.”

  Zane shakes his head as Harper shrugs. She’ll never stay out of my business and I love her and hate her for it.

  “Hey,” Riley says, slapping my shoulder as he sits down. I tilt my beer to him and look around at everyone but him. “Harper, is Z giving you problems, cause if you were my girl I’d never give you shit like him.”

  We all laugh as Zane reaches over to grab him. “Shut the fuck up, Riley.”

  “Good one,” Riley says, laughing.

  Zane goes to stand up, but I get up first. “Enough. Fucking hell, Z, he’s joking.”

  He’s always so hot headed when it comes to Harper. I keep telling him to relax but he says it’s different now that she’s his wife. I have no idea what the hell it means, but I always agree. He just needs to know I’m on his side, which I will forever be. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had. The only one that knew my parents or knows the shit I’ve dealt with. I owe him my life.

  “How’s your dad’s bike coming?” Porter asks, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head.

  “It’s a work in progress. A fucking money pit,” I say, laughing. “Speaking of money pits, Harper do you think you’d want to give me some ideas for my place? I need to fix some shit.”

  She smiles and reaches out for my hand. “I’d love that, Kace. Let me know when.”

  “I can give you ideas,” Riley jokes.

  “Poster of naked chicks?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, lighting a joint.

  He passes it around as Brooks comes over. “We need to have a meeting later.”

  Fuck. I nod as everyone else agrees. Maybe fixing the house will have to wait.

  Harper gets up when her cell phone rings, and Zane watches her like a hawk until she’s out of sight.

  “Who’s she talking to?” I ask because he looks slightly pissed.

  He turns to me and lifts his shoulders. “Ivy.”

  What the fuck?

  Chapter 2

  Ivy

  The bright sun shining through my huge bedroom window has me waking up with a smile. I slowly blink my eyes open and check the time. When I see that I have a half hour until I need to be up, I roll over and look outside. This apartment might be small, but the views make up for it. I love waking up to the ocean in the distance and the palm trees swaying from the slight breeze. The sky is always bright blue, and the clouds are few and far between. I can’t remember a time in my life that I loved waking up just to enjoy the view.

  Before I moved to California, I found this apartment and put a deposit down immediately. It’s completely updated. The kitchen has crisp white cabinets and counters with a bright blue backsplash. It reminds me of the ocean out my window. It has a long peninsula with stools on the opposite side and that’s where I eat. There’s no dining room, but considering it’s just me, I didn’t care. The entire apartment is painted a pale blue with light hardwood flooring. I’m not sure if it was the designer’s intent, but it reminds me of the beach, the ocean and the sand. It was the living room with the wall of windows and sliding glass door that leads to a small balcony that sold me though. I don’t even have my small tan couch facing the TV hanging on the wall, it’s facing the windows. I love sitting there, looking outside. It’s peaceful and after the last few months, peace is exactly what I needed.

  My alarm goes off and I know I need to climb out from under my thick white comforter and get ready for work. I toss the covers off and pad to the bathroom to get a quick shower. As I step in I let the warm water run over my aching body. I’ve decided since I live in California now that I should take up running on the beach. No one told me what a bitch it would be and I struggle every evening to go just a little further. I close my eyes and let the water run down my body and not for the first time I think of Kace.

  The night of Harper and Zane’s wedding when we finally gave in to the months of pent up sexual attraction is a night I think of more often than I’d like to admit. The way he made me feel, no man has even come close to that. There is no doubt that he is very sexually experienced. I’ve had my fair share of guys, but I’m willing to bet his number is ten times mine.

  I’ll admit I was nervous as hell walking up to him because I knew my intention. I knew I was leaving, and I wanted to give in to everything I was feeling. Maybe if he had made a move sooner things would have been different, but I realized that he didn’t want a relationship. It hurt my ego, but I wasn’t going to let it stop me from finally being with him.

  When we got into the bedroom and he undressed, my mouth almost hit the floor. This muscular tattooed body is a work of art. The way the tattoos seem to move when his muscles flexed made it hard to look away. When I saw his nipples were pierced, I was shocked, but not as shocked as when I saw his cock. Not only is it pierced and I’m certain I will never in my life again get the pleasure he gave me with that, but he is big. Not big in the way that will rip you open, but the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I wanted to drop to my knees and try to take as much of him in my mouth as I could, but my nerves wouldn’t allow it.

  He gave me three orgasms that night, fucking three. Most of the guys I’ve been with, I didn’t even come close to an orgasm, yet Kace’s skilled body knew exactly how to draw them out of me. I didn’t want the night to end, I didn’t want to wake up alone, and I didn’t want to cry, but it all happened.

  I shake my head clearing it of those thoughts as I step out of the shower. I quickly get dressed in my gray pencil skirt and pink blouse. When I first started this job, I was nervous because I’ve never worked in an office before and I really didn’t know what to expect from being a personal assistant. Once I was here though, it all fell into place. My boss is great and very patient with me still learning. It’s not as laid back as working at Souls Two was, but I’m making more money so it’s worth it.

  I blow dry my brown hair which I’ve added some light highlights to and style it with some wavy beach curls. I put on my makeup, but not heavy, just enough to look like I’m not feeling like crap again. After I’m done, I look at myself and smile. I clean up pretty damn good. The running is helping tone my body already and I’m really liking the result. I was always pretty confident with my body, but out here everyone seems a little more toned and tanned. That’s my next mission. I keep burning, I need to get a nice tan.

  After I grab my phone, I head to the kitchen to make my coffee before I leave for work. I keep the TV on for background noise because it’s a little lonely. I’m used to living alone, but I haven’t really made any friends here yet. Which means the only real interaction I have with people is at work and that’s only five days a week. I went out a few times, but I was always ready for bed long before the girls I was with were. It’s strange because when I was hanging out with Harper and the guys I never wanted sleep. Maybe it’s just because I was more comfortable with an old friend or maybe it was because I wanted Kace to notice me. I roll my eyes as I tighten the lid on my cup. I’m such an idiot.

  Once I get to the office, I sit at my desk and fire up the computer. I have a few emails I need to send out before I need to go to a meeting with Debra, my boss.

  “Morning Ivy,” Mia says, leaning against my desk.

  She’s nice and one of the girls I went out with. If you
can picture a Barbie Doll, you are picturing Mia. She’s tall, thin, tan, has big breasts, and long blonde hair. She looks like she belongs on the beach. The highlights in my hair were her idea as a matter of fact.

  “Morning Mia. How are you?” I ask, smiling up at her.

  She pouts and crosses her arms. “I was supposed to be going away for the weekend with my boyfriend, but he has to work now, so I’m not happy,” she says, pushing her hair over her shoulder.

  “That sucks,” I say, reading the email to myself.

  “Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow morning? We can spend the whole day there and go out for drinks later,” she suggests.

  The idea of doing something other than sitting by myself by the pool is extremely enticing. “You know what? I’d love that,” I say.

  She claps her hands, pushing off my desk. “Yay. How about we grab lunch later and get it all planned out?”

  “Sounds great.”

  “Good Morning, Ivy. Do I have any messages?” Debra asks, standing in front of my desk. Her black hair is in her signature bun in the back of her head with her glasses resting on top. The dark gray suit she is wearing makes the teal blouse pop, but it’s the furrowing brow that has me on edge. Her blue eyes look angry as she sighs waiting for me to answer her.

  “Good Morning. No, there are no messages this morning,” I say, smiling.