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Heart of a Rebel: Rebel Aces MC Part 1

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by K. D. Latronico


  My arms tucked underneath her body and I lifted her off the bed, using my strength to toss her up towards the pillows. Leah bounced with a squeal, and then she was laid out in front of me, and I had to stop.

  "Goddamn, baby," came out as a growl as I stood, taking the sight of her in. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

  I could see my words affect her as her eyes widened just slightly and a light flush brushed her cheeks. "I'm the lucky one," she murmured, taking me in, one of her perfectly manicured hands dragging through her red waves.

  Smirking at her, I shook my head, my thumbs hooking into the waistband of my black boxer briefs before I pushed them down my legs, kicking them off. I stood there, wrapping my right hand around my cock, stroking it slowly, never taking my eyes off of her. And she never took her eyes off of me -- the lower half, specifically.

  "Yeah, no, I'm the lucky one," she says, making me chuckle. "Seriously. You show any straight girl that thing and she's gonna tell me that I win in that department."

  Still amused, I raised an eyebrow at her. "You want me to show other girls my dick?"

  Leah's nose wrinkled and she pouted, which was more adorable than it was intended. "Fuck no! Now get that dick over here and fuck me already."

  I feel my eyes flash with a strong hunger for her, but I don't move right away. "Did I say you could make demands?" I ask, continuing my movements on myself as my gaze bore into her. Despite my comment, I had to admit; her talking dirty to me was so fucking sexy. Leah didn’t normally talk like that. I was grateful she reserved that for me.

  The same hunger and desire I felt flashed across her face. Licking her lips, she laid back against the pillows, spreading her legs, her hand sliding down her stomach to between them, fingers slipping inside her. Her beautiful, heated gaze never left mine, silently taunting me to challenge her again.

  Fuck.

  Without wasting another moment, I stalked to the bedside table, yanking open the top drawer to fish out a condom. As much as I would have loved to sink inside of her bare, we can't take that risk. Not right now, not yet. As if I'm putting on a show, I slowly rip open the foil wrapper, removing the condom and slowly rolling it onto myself. That's what she gets for trying and succeeding - to tease me.

  "Planned on taking my time with you, but you've got me all fucking riled up," I grunt as I climb onto the bed with her. "I hope you're ready for me, beautiful."

  CHAPTER 13

  LEAH

  I HOPE YOU’RE READY for me, beautiful.

  Was he serious? I was more than ready for him. God, I was desperate. My entire body was on fire from the anticipation for what was to come. We hadn't really even done anything yet and I was so worked up there was a possibility for spontaneous combustion.

  "I've been ready," I muttered, my voice far deeper than it normally was. There was more meaning behind that statement than just being ready for him physically. I'd been ready for him for years, and that wasn't about to change.

  Ward climbed onto the bed with me, shifting on his knees until he was in front of me, both of his hands grabbing my ankles and yanking me towards him. Spreading my legs wide, he slipped his beautifully sculpted and so very naked body between them. His movements were smooth, swift, almost predatory - and I was so beyond aroused. My hands moved to his shoulders, but Ward caught my right wrist, bringing the fingers I just had inside of me to his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip before his lips wrapped around them and he sucked, his eyes locked on mine.

  It was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.

  "Fucking hell, woman, you're delicious." Releasing my wrist, he adjusted himself so he was hovering above me, the muscles of his right arm flexing as he used it to hold his weight up. The other hand slipped between us, gripping the base of his cock so he could line himself at my entrance. I shuddered at his touch, expecting to feel him press into me, but he had other plans. Ward rocked his hips forward, and he rubbed the head against me, sliding up and down, from top to bottom, purposely dragging against my clit.

  My back arched and I moaned, loudly. "Ward," came out as a groan, my tone needy as I pushed my hips up towards him in a failed attempt to get him to slip inside of me.

  "Greedy," he teased me, a grin playing on his lips as he continued his movements. "What do you want, Leah? Tell me."

  "You," I moaned out, arching my back again.

  "Say it. Say what you want."

  "I want you, Ward. I want your cock inside of me. Please."

  That did the trick, because without a moment's hesitation Ward thrust forward, filling me completely. I cried out, my eyes closing as my head fell back against the bed. I've had him before, but I could never quite get used to just how big he was. It stung at first, especially with how forceful he was, but I wouldn't want it any other way. The way he takes me is just the way I like it, reminding me just how powerful this man is.

  And he is. All. Man.

  "Open your eyes, Leah," he commanded, one hand grabbing my jaw with some force, but still with gentleness that I know he reserves for only me. My eyes opened and I met his light blue eyes; I could get lost in them for hours and in the moment, I do. Ward was moving quickly with long, hard strokes, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of our groans and heavy breathing, only silenced when our mouths were forged together in heated kisses. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste him, needed to feel him against every inch of my body.

  And the best part was, I knew Ward feels the same. Deep down in my bones, I knew. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his free hand moved along my body, skimming my curves, cupping my breasts, kissing my jaw, neck, collarbone, anywhere he could reach before he needed to look at me again.

  I no longer cared if he tried to fight me again on us becoming something more than just friends. I needed to be with him. I loved him, desperately, furiously, over nearly everything and anything in my life. This is real, he cannot deny that truth.

  My orgasm built quickly, and as my nails dug into the inked skin of his back I started to cry out his name, begging him to take me over the edge. Ward didn’t stop, only started to pound into me harder, relentlessly, pressing me into the mattress dominantly, forcefully, which only added to the rise in the pleasure I'm feeling.

  As if he could read his mind and knew exactly what I needed to reach that climax, I felt Ward's hand slip between us again as his fingertips pressed against my clit. A cry escapes my mouth that can only be described as a wail and my back arched almost into a bridge; within moments I detonate, a grenade going off inside of me and spreading heat and electricity far and wide across my entire body. All kinds of moans, cries, words, and variations of baby and Ward and yes fill the room as he continued to fuck me with uninhibited ferocity, causing my climax to be prolonged, wrecking my body with tremors as it went on.

  With a cry of my name, Ward followed a few moments later, his body jerking with a few more thrusts until he stopped, completely seated inside of me, his body collapsing just slightly against my own.

  I was a panting, sweating mess but I couldn’t care less. It may have been short, but it didn’t matter to me. Every time with him was amazing, but this...I couldn't describe this. It was so different from any other time, and I knew why. Something had finally shifted between us. Getting our feelings out in the open had changed what we had. It was all I ever wanted. He was all I had ever wanted.

  I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me, and instantly my chest welled up with pure, unadulterated happiness. He leaned in and kissed me, slowly, gently, but not lacking passion. "You're amazing," he whispered, nuzzling the side of my face, his beard rubbing against my cheek.

  Sighing happily, I nuzzled him back, my hands moving up his back to tangle in his hair. "You are. You're incredible." Turning my head, I pressed kisses against his cheekbones, up to his temple. "You're all I want, Ward," I whispered in his ear.

  I almost missed it, but I can hear his breath hitch for a moment. Pulling back, he looked down at me,
and for a second I felt a flash of fear. He couldn't possibly try and end things before they even began, could he?

  "I want you too, Leah. Fuck do I want you. You're really-"

  I pressed my fingers against his lips. "Stop it. I told you how I feel and I meant it. I'm not going back on it, Ward. When have you ever known me to say something I don't mean?"

  A smile spread across his face. "Never," he answered before kissing me again. "Then I'm going to give you what you want, baby. You deserve everything, and I want to give that to you. But that means I'm going to protect you, and I'll go to any length I can to do that." He arched his eyebrow. "Which means you need to not fight me on it."

  Rolling my eyes, I laughed as I slapped his ass playfully. "You just want to boss me around."

  "Maybe I do." That panty-melting smile turned devilish. "And I'm gonna start now. I'm gonna get rid of this condom, and you're gonna lay here and wait for me so I can come back and eat your pussy like it's my last fucking meal."

  Jesus. Christ. The moan just fell from my lips as I collapsed back against the bed. "Yes, sir."

  Of course, the man kept his promise. By the time we're finished with three more rounds, I'm exhausted and unable to keep my eyes open. Without eating dinner, I drifted off with Ward wrapped around me. Despite the fact that we had been delivered terrible news earlier, I find myself feeling happier than I've ever been, and the sleep that followed was incredible and uninterrupted.

  CHAPTER 14

  LEAH

  WHEN WE FINALLY EMERGED back into reality the next day it was almost dark, and the only reason I even bothered showering and getting ready was because of work. I would have given anything just to stay at Ward's, still in just his t-shirt, messy hair up on top of my head, not a stitch of makeup on, nor a care inside my mind.

  Behind the locked door of his house, we could pretend that all of the crap on the outside didn't exist. Ward had to take a few phone calls and settle some things, but otherwise, the two of us remained in bed, either naked or just barely, tangled up in one another. It was addicting and I was having a hard time resurfacing and focusing on anything that wasn't him.

  But I had responsibilities, and I wasn't about to slack on the club for some excellent dick -- even if that dick was attached to the most incredible man in the world.

  It was a Wednesday and that meant Karaoke Night at Darlings. I was scheduled to work, but I also knew there were things I needed to take care of. Again, responsibilities. It was still early, though, and I was seated at the bar peeling a Clementine into a napkin for my pre-work snack. I must have looked like I was in a fantastic mood -- which I was -- because Camilla was already giving me a hard time.

  "Bitch, I know something happened. You weren't home all day, you never came home last night, and now you're sitting here with a shit-eating grin eating a cutie. I'm gonna assume that's not the only cutie that got eaten today." The last statement was said with a smug grin, my dark-haired best friend clearly proud of herself for that one.

  "This is a Clementine, and you're gross." I popped a piece of the fruit into my mouth to keep myself from saying anything else.

  Camilla rolled her heavily made-up eyes. "Whatever, that was hilarious and you know it." Grabbing another glass to dry, she didn’t waste any time going back to her barrage of questions. "Seriously though, neither of you were home last night, I still haven't seen Lana, and now you've got that 'just-been-fucked' glow going on. So, spill."

  Ignoring most of what she said, one thing hooked me in. "Wait, Lana didn't come home either?"

  "No, she wasn't home at all. Which means I had to deal with both Morticia and Zatana being antsy bitches this morning because their masters wasn't around to feed and shower them with attention."

  I frowned. I knew my sister had stormed off out of the clubhouse the day before and had figured that she would be out, but all night and the next day? I didn't like the sound of that, but I also knew that sometimes my sister just had to get away. This whole situation was going to take a lot out of her, so until I suspected anything was actually wrong, there was no use in getting worked up.

  As if on cue, the door to the back lot swung open and in walked Lana. She was dressed in head to toe leather, her hair a little mussed before she dragged her fingers through it to get the tangles out. Clearly, she had been on a bike, but she wasn't holding her helmet, and before the door shut there was the obvious sound of a motorcycle roaring away.

  "Speak of the fuckin' devil!" Camilla piped up from behind the bar. Once Lana approached us, she eyed her curiously. "Where've you been?"

  The expression on my twin sister's face showed disinterest as she removed her black leather jacket. "Nowhere. Where've you been?"

  Camilla snorted. "Nuh uh, bitch. The both of you spent all night and day out of the house while I was playing cat lady and making bad food choices by myself."

  "What'd you have?" asked Lana in a blatant attempt to get her off of her ass.

  "Tacos, and don't even try it, Goth girl. This one," she said as she motioned to me, "is clearly freshly fucked, and you've got that air of mystery about you again." She paused, before adding, "Who dropped you off?"

  Lana turned to me then, her expression now quizzical. "Freshly fucked?" Her eyes widened, and almost on instinct, she knew the truth. That was our weird twin connection for you. "Oh shit, you did it again. You and Ward?"

  I should have known that I wouldn't be able to hide my secret for very long around these two, especially Lana. They were like a dog with a bone sometimes when it came to my sex life. "Why is it that every time I get around you two lately we're talking about guys? We're three independent women that have more to talk about than just who's dick we are or want to be on."

  Yes, that was my attempt to change the subject. It was a wasted attempt, though I pretty much knew that.

  Lana didn't miss a beat. "Just the other day we had an in-depth conversation involving werewolves and cannibalism. And we talk about food all the time. And work. Don't deflect, Leah. Did you two bone or not?"

  Groaning, I rolled my eyes, making sure to be as dramatic as possible. In reality, I actually kind of wanted to brag about this, but I wouldn’t tell either of them that. "Fine, whatever. Yes, we boned. A lot. And we're kinda working things out."

  Both of their eyes widened at my big reveal. A grin played on my lips. Yeah, chew on that, ladies.

  "Wait. You're working things out?"

  I nod, crossing one leg over the other. "We talked, and I countered his whole 'keep me safe' argument. Took a little convincing but..." Now I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. I was trying so hard to play it cool, play it off like it wasn't a big deal but shit, I couldn't. I was too damn happy. And they knew me better than that.

  "Oh god. This is the real deal, isn't it? You two finally got your shit together?"

  I looked at Camilla, then at Lana, and almost burst into excited giggles. I just grinned and nodded, and the girls both cheered, giving me high fives.

  "About. Fucking. Time! This calls for shots." Camilla went to grab a bottle of tequila and three shot glasses for us.

  "Serious, Lee," my sister said, leaning over so she could shove my shoulder with her own, "I'm happy for you. He better treat you right, though, or I'll fucking kill him."

  Snorting a laugh, I bumped her back. "I know that, you crazy bitch. And that's why I love you." Turning my head up to look at her, I smirked. "So, that was Joker that dropped you off, right?"

  It was Lana's turn to groan and roll her eyes. "Stuff it in your hole. I don't want to hear it."

  I was about to protest, going into the fact that they constantly talked about my sex life and it was only fair when the back door opened again. We both turned to see two of our new security men walk in. Brighton and Ortiz, new hires by the club and specifically assigned to us to make sure we were completely secure. That was par for the course with being closely associated with The Aces, though I had known at the time - and still did - that this was Ward's
way of keeping an extra eye on us.

  We greeted each other, Lana and I using far more words than the two men did. They were both pretty quiet and serious, Ortiz more so than his much larger partner. Brighton at least smiled and greeted us politely.

  Camilla walked out of the back room, and upon catching sight of Brighton standing there, a seductive little smile appeared on her face. "Sup, Gaston?" That was her nickname for him. Gaston, because he looked like a bearded version of the Disney villain. Seriously, the guy was built just like the cartoon was drawn.

  Always a good sport, the man just grinned and nodded at her. "Camilla. Ladies, any concerns, questions, or updates for the day or should we just get to work?"

  I shook my head. "Nope, we should be good for now. Thanks, guys."

  ~

  Karaoke started at eight, and business was doing pretty well tonight. Camilla and Lana were behind the bar, and I was serving as the manager. The three of us tried to do as many different jobs as we could, depending on the day. On non-performance nights, we could be working the bar, taking care of business in the office, or even serving the customers on the floor. Most of the tables were full, which was always nice to see, especially on a weeknight. Like every Wednesday night, Alani was taking care of hosting and DJ duties, so everything ran pretty smoothly.

  "Hey, Mercedes," I stopped one of our cocktail waitresses as she walked by me. "Keep an eye on table six. They look like they're already pretty drunk. If they do anything more than just butcher the words to Bohemian Rhapsody or Don't Stop Believing, come get me or Brighton, okay?"

  The girl nodded, her maroon curls bouncing around her round face. "Got it."

  With a smile, I turned away and started heading towards the front when I spotted a few familiar faces just heading in. Ronnie saw me over the crowd and waved. "Leah!"

 

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