Heart of a Rebel: Rebel Aces MC Part 1

by K. D. Latronico

  This wasn't a place I frequented at all, and it had nothing to do with the type of business it was. For some reason, ever since we opened Hello, Darling, there had been this rivalry between the two clubs. For the most part, the types of girls that were employed at Velvet were very different from the ones we had at Darlings. While my girls and I didn't think of them as competition, it seemed that the ladies that worked at Velvet did.

  I had no problem with strippers, no problem with women that wanted to take their clothes off for money. It was just another way to make ends meet, and I recognized that it took skill to get up there and do what they did. That just wasn't for me. Personally, I felt that I could stay mostly clothed and still be sexy and entertaining while maintaining a sense of allure and mystery.

  The girls of The Velvet Room, though? They were a different breed. Most of the girls that worked there ended up, or started out, as Sweeties for the Aces. That was where the divide started. Most of the Sweeties were determined to land one of the brothers as their old man. They were on the hunt to lock down one of the guys and didn't take well to the girls that hung around the club without sleeping with members, or the ones that were actually dating them.

  And myself and Lana? We were at the top of the bitch list for a lot of those girls. I certainly wasn't coming off of that list now that Ward and I were together, that was for sure.

  Still, I wasn't about to start anything when I walked into the club with Ward. He was there for business, and that was all. I just had to be patient and wait to be able to leave.

  Little did I know that these girls were gonna test my patience real quick.

  "Ward!"

  We turned to see Joker striding towards us, looking tense and annoyed. He spotted me and flashed a quick smile. "Hey, Lee, sorry for crashing your date."

  I shook my head. "Don't even worry about it. I just hope everything is okay."

  Letting out a breath, Joker lifted one heavily tattooed hand to drag over his wild blonde hair. "We'll see." He looked to Ward. "Got the girl in the back," he said with a nod towards the office.

  Ward nodded once. "Alright." Pausing, he looked at me, then looked around. Signaling to someone, he pointed towards one of the VIP tables. "Moose’ll stay with you over there. Just hang tight and I'll finish up quick, okay?" I just nodded in response, and he gave me a quick smile, closing the gap between us with a quick kiss, before turning and following Joker towards the back.

  "Hey, pretty lady," came a cheerful voice behind me, and I felt the looming presence of a giant man behind me. "Let me escort you to your table." Moose had a giant grin on his face when I turned to him, and I couldn't help but laugh.

  "How lovely, VIP treatment at a strip club. I must really have made it."

  Moose had grown up around the club, with his grandfather being the founding secretary of this chapter of the Rebel Aces. He and my brother were the same age and had been best friends since the two of them met. He was probably one of the nicest guys I knew. Plus, with him being an absolute giant, it was easy to feel safe in his presence.

  We had probably only been there for about fifteen minutes when trouble walked up in the form of a bleach blonde wearing nothing more than a sequined silver thong and bra set, sky-high clear heels, and her giant boobs resting like a shelf just under her chin. Scratch walked - she strutted, hips swaying almost unnaturally, her eyes on Moose, completely ignoring my existence on the other side of the table.

  "Hey, sexy," she practically purred, her hip jutted towards him, one hand resting on it. "I thought you were working tonight. You on break? Have time for a dance?"

  Moose, with all the patience in the world, just flashed a smile at her. "No thanks, darlin'. I'm just keeping an eye on Leah here while the Pres takes care of things."

  Finally she turns towards me, her smile melting into a sneer. "Oh. Didn't see you there."

  I gave her my fakest smile. "Why hello, Tatiana, nice to see you, too."

  Tatiana was - only a slight exaggeration - the worst person in the world. She was the bane of mine and Lana's existence. Probably more so Lana's because of her obsession with Joker, but she found other ways to piss us off. Like purposely hook up with Eddie at parties we attended just because she knew we hated her.

  "I hope you're not waiting for the other Bobbsey twin to join you. I'd hate for her to be here when I leave with Joker tonight after my shift. He promised to take me home, and I don't think he meant my place." The grin on her face was smug, and almost triumphant.

  To which I laughed, loudly, humorlessly. "Did you rehearse that one? Because I doubt you're clever enough to think so quick on the fly. You're forgetting the fact that I know Joker wouldn't touch you with someone else's dick on a ten-foot pole." Her eyes flashed with anger, and she opened her unnaturally puffy lips to throw another insult at me. "Save it, I'm not here for your bullshit tonight."

  Apparently when Tatianna was involved, I channeled my inner Lana.

  Briefly taken aback, Tatiana glares daggers at me, before she finally came up with something. "Well, I don't know what you're waiting here for. Ward is really gonna have his hands full with Donatella. She's so distraught after she was attacked tonight. I'm sure he's gonna want to take his time with her and make sure she's okay." There was that stupid smug smile on her face again. I wanted to punch it and deflate those ridiculous lips.

  I decided to ignore her attempt at riling me up. "Donatella?" I looked to Moose. "Is this bitch trying to be a sexy Ninja Turtle?"

  Tatiana seemed to grow irate when Moose burst out laughing at my joke. "Donatella like Donatella Versace, you basic bitch," she spat out, but I continued laughing.

  "Right, right. Yeah, I'm sure she's super distraught. Ward will make sure she's okay because that's what he does as a President. If you think you're gonna try and piss me off or get me into a jealous rage by trying to imply that he's gonna fuck you're new friend, you are sorely mistaken. Now do us all a favor and run along, find a new victim to suck the life out of or whatever it is you do," I added with a dismissive wave.

  Tatiana's blue eyes flashed again, and I could see her curling her hands into fists at her side. "You know, you can hang around him like a sad little puppy dog all you want. He's never gonna want you. Hasn't he made that clear?"

  Oh, sweet, sweet victory. The ignorance of this chick will be her downfall. "Really? You sure about that?" I glanced from her to Moose and back again. "That's funny because I distinctly remember him bringing up moving in together and making me his Old Lady earlier while we were on our super romantic date that he planned himself." Sure, I knew I didn't need to prove anything or be petty, but fuck it.

  No other explanation was gonna be needed if it made me feel this much satisfaction at her furious expression.

  "Bullshit!" was all she could say, before going into some sort of insulting tirade. She no longer had my attention, though.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement in the hallway leading to the private rooms and offices. There I saw Ward, Joker, and Kang with one of the bouncers and a blonde I had never seen before wrapped in a silk hot pink robe. Her hair wasn't even blonde - it was ice white, and from what I could see, her robe was having a little trouble staying closed over her massive chest.

  Well. That must be Donatella. By the way she's hanging off of Ward, she really did look super distraught.

  I can't hear them at all over the loud music, and the fact that they're across the room, but I can see that this girl is really putting on a show. Her hands kept touching Ward, and the only satisfying thing about it is the fact that he keeps casually moving away, almost like he's an expert at dodging these leeches.

  It doesn't make me feel any less pissed about it, though, but I remain in my seat, watching carefully, just waiting for him to finish up.

  He says something to the guys and they start to separate. Ward goes to head in our direction but is stopped when the girl grabs his hand; he turns to say something to her, and I can see her little pout on her heavily made
-up face. When she starts to tug him back towards the private rooms, my body reacts before my mind can catch up to it.

  There's no way Teenage Mutant Ninja Hobag is gonna put her hands on my man without being fully warned.

  Before Moose can react I am up and out of the booth, stalking across the room towards the scene. I'm not mad at Ward, clearly. I can see he's trying to move away from her, but the little demon is persistent. Sliding past a pair of bodies in my way, I walk right up to Ward, practically jamming myself between the two of them. "Hey, baby. Everything working out okay?" I ask, meeting his gaze, a wicked little smile on my face.

  Ward's expression was serious at first, but I can see the twitch on the corners of his mouth as he attempts not to laugh. He knows me well, and knows exactly what I'm doing. Before he has a chance to respond, I feel one long talon jab me in the shoulder as an attempt to get my attention.

  "Um, excuse me?" Donatella says, her tone indicating that she really wanted to add bitch to the end of that. "I wasn't done talking with him."

  Turning towards her, I got myself a good look. She was shorter than me, even in heels, and it was clear that she was using a ton of contour and highlighter to shape her face into what she wanted it to look like. Not that she hadn't gotten work done as well, because that was clear.

  Turning back to Ward, I arched an eyebrow. "Were you done?"

  He rolled his lips into his mouth in another attempt at stifling his laughter. "Yes. I was about to come get you."

  "Right." Turning back to the girl, I gave her the fakest smile I could muster. "He was done talking with you. And I'm just gonna warn you now since you're new around here. Ward is off limits. He has an Old Lady, and if you haven't figured this out yet, it's me. I'm sorry you had an incident today, but fair warning - next time you put your hands on my man, we’re gonna have a big problem."

  If I could have recorded the look on her face, I would play it back every single morning just to start the day on a good note. I was also channeling my inner Petty Crocker, but was I feeling bad about it?

  Absolutely not.

  Pure satisfaction rushed through me as she attempted a comeback, but she was clearly flustered. To save her embarrassment, or maybe from escalating the situation, Ward finally stepped in, taking my hand to tug me away. "Alright, baby, let's go. Donatella, if you remember anything else that might help us find the guy, just let Joker know." With that, he pulled me towards the back exit and out to his bike.

  Once we were outside and alone, he took me by surprise and spun me around, hauling me flush against his body, one hand burying itself into my hair. "That was the hottest fucking thing you could have done. Fuck." He brushed his lips against mine, his hooded eyes showing pure heat. "We're going home and I'm gonna show you just how hard that made me." Wasting no time, he crushed his lips to mine, stealing my breath and my grip on reality. I melted right into him, fingers curled in the collar of his shirt, holding on for dear life as he kissed the hell out of me.

  CHAPTER 29

  LEAH

  I WASN’T SURE WHAT to expect once we got to Ward's place, but the entire ride there I was practically buzzing with anticipation. I could feel the intensity coming off of him as he drove quickly through the night. The tension was practically pulsating between us, and I was only making it worse by running my hands along his thighs and allowing my fingers graze over his crotch. It wasn't exactly safe, but I couldn't help myself. Ward had gotten me so worked up with just a kiss that I was ready to go right then and there. If he were to pull off into a random parking lot, I would beg him to bend me over his bike and give in to what we both needed.

  He clearly was as eager as I was, because the bike nearly skidded into the driveway once we arrived. We were barely stopped when the garage began to open, and he quickly rolled us inside, parked, and turned the bike off. We were like teenagers, scrambling off the motorcycle, taking off helmets and hurrying inside through the side entrance as the overhead garage door slid closed behind us.

  Once the door was shut, Ward turned once, pushing me against the painted wood, his mouth immediately devouring mine. Strong hands rested on my hips as I kissed him back, hands on his broad shoulders, gripping the muscles underneath the soft fabric of his dress shirt. A moan left my throat, tangling in our lips and tongues as each of us fought for dominance.

  Ward began to yank my jacket off of my shoulders, and my arms dropped immediately to let it fall to the floor. Our kisses and movements became frantic then. His larger body pressed me into the door, his hands holding my face firmly in place while he poured everything into the kiss. He owned me - body, heart, and soul - and I allowed him to. I wanted him to. I was his, tonight and every one after.

  Hands began to wander, and Ward cupped my breasts firmly. I groaned softly, feeling my nipples tighten against the fabric of my bra. They were extremely responsive, always with him, and the first thing to call attention to the fact that I was very aroused. His fingers brushed along the thin straps holding my jumpsuit up, trying to push them down, but the fabric didn't budge. Reluctantly I pulled my mouth away.

  "There's a zipper," I muttered, already breathless, "on the back."

  There was a growl that came from Ward, which was sexy as hell. "Do you really have to wear these onesie things?" he said as he pulled away, spinning me around to press my front to the door. "They're not easy access."

  "Yeah, but then you get to unwrap me like your present," I muttered, looking back at him over my shoulder with a smirk. "And it makes my ass look fantastic."

  Suddenly there was a hard smack to my right ass cheek, making me gasp, and I heard Ward chuckle. "Damn right it does. But I like getting you naked easier." The fabric of my top began to slack as he tugged down the zipper, and I felt a draft on my back as the garment separated. I helped him out, shrugging the straps down my arms, all the while kicking off my flats so I was barefoot on the kitchen tile where we stood. Ward continued to move my jumpsuit down my body, tugging it over my hips before allowing it to drop and pool around my ankles on the floor. I stepped out, kicking it to the side, leaving me in just the lacy red lingerie I had chosen earlier that night.

  And thankfully, I had chosen right. I heard Ward groan as he took in the sheer lace that barely covered my ass, leaving the bottom half of my cheeks exposed. Wiggling my lower half, I bit my lip as I looked back at him, catching the look on his face. His dark gaze was taking me in, looking even hungrier than he'd been earlier.

  "Goddamn, baby. You're fucking perfection..." He licked his lips and I wondered what he was planning to do next. "Turn around."

  Without hesitation I turned, standing confidently before him, I watched as pure desire crossed his features and it sent slivers of heat through my half-naked body. Ward looked like he was going to devour me, and knowing him as well as I did, I was confident that was his exact plan.

  Stepping forward, closing the gap between us, his hands lifted to close around my breasts again. "Just absolutely perfect." His thumbs grazed over my nipples through the thin, lacy fabric, and my breath hitched. "Everything about you, Leah." His touch moved up my chest to my collarbone, grazing along my neck and then down my ink covered arms. Leaning forward, his mouth captured my neck, pulling a moan from my lips. "I love every," he kissed the skin at the base of my neck, "single," a kiss placed just under my jaw, "fucking inch of you." Full lips closed around my earlobe and I melted right into him. He knew exactly where my spot was and he went right for it. And his use of the word love wasn't lost on me. My knees nearly buckled as he sucked at my ear, whispering all kinds of dirty things.

  When he pressed his body against mine, I knew he was just as turned on as I was. I shifted to reach down and touch him but suddenly Ward stepped away. "No. This is about you first." He grabbed my face again, kissing me hard before he was on a trail down my body, his lips capturing each of my nipples over the lace, then kneeling down in front of me as he absolutely worshiped my body. I felt like a goddess, the most beautiful thing in the world - n
ot because of any of my own thoughts, but because of this man on his knees on the tile in front of me.

  Suddenly one of my legs was hoisted over his shoulder; luckily for both of us my balance was pretty great, otherwise I probably would have gone flying. I trusted Ward, though, and was far too turned on to even be bothered by the sudden surprise. Ward's lips kissed my inner thigh, moving up until he reached my underwear, only brushing slightly over my crotch before he turned his head to kiss along the thigh of the leg holding me up. My breathing was already labored, and I knew he was about to find out just how wet I was for him from sheer anticipation. Whatever he was going to give me, I wanted, and I wasn't above begging.

  I didn't have to, though, because suddenly my panties were pushed to the side and his tongue found my pussy, the contact tearing a cry from me. My head fell back heavily against the door as my man ate me like he was starving. That expert tongue worked every inch of me, focusing on my clit just like he knew I loved. My fingers gripped at his hair, blindly pulling the elastic holding it back and freeing his dark curls so I could hold onto him for dear life, and hold him in place. The words falling out of my mouth were inaudible, made no sense, and were completely out of my control. I begged him as my hips rolled against his mouth, begging for release, begging for his tongue and his fingers to take me over the edge. I didn't need to, though. He was determined, and as always, wouldn't allow himself to take even the slightest bit of pleasure for himself until I had come at least once.

  My orgasm came suddenly and absolutely wrecked my body. Screaming his name, I dug my nails into his scalp and shook, my knees growing weak, almost causing me to fall over. Ward held onto me as he pushed me through my climax, sending wave after wave crashing over my body until I could barely take any more.

  When he was finally satisfied, Ward quickly lowered my leg and stood, his arms around me as I heaved forward, holding onto him as I fought to regain my strength. "You always taste like heaven," rumbled in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Grabbing my face, his lips captured mine and I kissed him back like it didn't matter that his mouth was just buried in my pussy. The kiss was hungry, almost sloppy, desperate as I got my energy back and began to practically tear at his clothes. Fingers blindly pulled and tugged at his buttons, and his own expertly unclasped my bra, pulling it away from my body before pulling off his own shirt.