Hell, I have no idea why I am refraining from doing just that. Maybe she sees my expression and knows what I am thinking, or maybe she wants the same thing, but a second later she stands and starts walking back toward the house, while Kadence is distracted by my brother.
I open the front door and move to the side so she can come in. And then I take her hand and lead her upstairs; neither of us saying anything, both of us knowing exactly what is going to happen.
Maybe we’ll have sex. Maybe I’ll be able to claim her for the first time, something I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met her. Or maybe I’ll just hold her and listen to the sound of her breathing, knowing that she is here with me, bringing me pleasure with her company alone . . . bringing me peace.
I don’t really give a shit one way or the other what we do, because she is here with me and that’s all that I care about.
Once we reach the top of the stairs, I guide her down to the end of the hall, where I know there’s a spare bedroom.
For what I have planned I don’t want anyone to interrupt us.
But before I open the door, I pin her up against it with my body, as I lean in close and brush my lips up her neck, stopping below her ear. “Are you sure you want to be alone with me right now, Angel?” I whisper, my voice this husky growl of need. “Once we step inside this room, I can’t promise that I won’t taste you where I really want to. Where I was holding back from last night.”
I feel her shiver in response as I run my tongue along her neck, giving her a feel of how badly I want it on her body.
“I’ll twist you up with my tongue alone,” I whisper. “I’ll make you come undone before you even have time to hit the mattress.”
Without saying a word, she nods, giving me permission to go forward.
Fuck, how I love that.
Keeping her against the door, I lower my way down her body and grip the top of her jeans, yanking them down until they hit the floor.
Her standing there, the wet spot I can see between her legs, her arousal soaking her panties, has me practically ripping them down her legs before I lift her up to straddle my face.
I can hear her heavy breathing as she grips my hair, the anticipation of me tasting her working her up.
“Hold onto me tighter. You’re not gonna want to let go.”
Her hold on my hair tightens and a long moan leaves her lips the moment I flick my tongue out and run it along her wet pussy, tasting her.
Fuck, I want to own her flavor. I want to make it mine and mine alone.
It will be. She’ll always be mine. Only mine.
I won’t hesitate to kill any motherfucker who thinks he has a right to her taste ever again.
She moans again as I bury my face further between her legs, shoving my tongue inside her to memorize her flavor.
“That’s right, Angel. Moan for me. It makes me so fucking hard.”
The combination of my words and tongue has her crying out and gripping my hair as if her life depends on it.
“Ace . . .” I feel her legs squeeze my head as I continue to lick and flick at her pretty cunt, hitting her right where I know she needs it. “Keep going . . . keep . . . yes . . . yes . . .”
I growl out against her pussy, the vibration of my mouth causing her to squeeze my head so tightly that I can barely breathe. Even that doesn’t stop me from licking until she’s coming undone around my face, her release tasting on my tongue.
Needing a moment to breathe, I press her back against the wall and hold her there until her grip on my hair loosens and her breathing evens out.
Then I slowly lower her down the wall, setting her on her feet.
“Holy fuck . . . what just happened?”
“The beginning of me showing you that you’re mine.” I grip her face and lean it back before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth and growling. “I’m not sure you’re ready for what’s to come next.”
She’s still fighting to catch her breath when Kadence calls her name from the kitchen.
This has her cussing under her breath and moving away from me. “My clothes. I need my clothes.”
Keeping my gaze on her, I reach for her panties and help her slide them up her legs, before doing the same with her jeans. “I want to spend time with you soon. I’m busy tomorrow night, but I’m free on Friday. I’ll pick you up after work.”
She just looks at me as if she doesn’t know what to say before nodding. “Okay. Yeah, I get off at seven.”
I smile and stand back and watch as she takes shaky steps down the stairs, being careful that her legs don’t give out on her.
Pride fucking fills me that it’s because of me that she’s having a hard time walking right.
If she thinks it’s hard to move now, she hasn’t felt anything yet. Once I’m inside of her all bets are off.
I have a feeling she won’t be leaving my bed for days . . .
MELISSA
It felt strange, Kadence being the one to grill me last night about a Locke brother. She kept trying to get me to confess to doing something naughty with Ace, but I kept denying it, not ready to confess yet.
I finally managed to call it a night, before I could manage to spend the rest of it drooling over Ace from across the yard.
Every single time he looked at me, I felt my insides burst into flames at the reminder of him tasting me.
I’ve never had such an intense orgasm in my entire life and I feel as if I’m still recovering from it.
Just the thought of his lips and tongue sends my body over the edge with this powerful need.
That’s exactly why I need to reconsider allowing Ace to pick me up tomorrow night. I said yes without even thinking and now I can’t stop thinking of excuses I should’ve come up with.
“ . . . some pretty hot guys here. What do you think about that one?”
I focus my attention on Gia long enough to catch the end of what she’s saying. She’s pointing at some pretty boy from across the bar and although he’s cute, I can’t help but to compare him to Ace.
I compare all guys to Ace, it seems. Maybe that makes me crazy, but it’s inevitable anymore.
“He’s okay.” I shrug and take a sip of my drink.
“What do you mean okay?” Gia gives me a strange look. “Do you need glasses or something? That man is fine and so is his friend.”
I turn away from Gia and give the guy a second glance before turning my attention to his friend. “I guess. I don’t know.” I spin the stool back around to face the bar. “Let’s just focus on our drink. I’m not here to check out guys. I just want to unwind a little.”
“That might be a problem now,” she says in a voice mixed with excitement and nervousness. “They’re coming this way and his friend’s attention is on you.”
Just great.
I exhale, squeeze my eyes shut, and pray I can make them leave without them giving me a hard time.
A few months ago, I would’ve been excited at the opportunity to meet an attractive guy and possibly get to know him. I haven’t dated anyone since Jordan and I broke up two years ago and I’ve missed having a companion in my life. But no one has ever piqued my interest long enough for me to give them a chance, to allow them in my life.
That is, until Ace came along.
He is a bad boy, rough around the edges, and something in me feels alive around him. I want to feel that danger and violence that I know radiates from him, covers him like a second skin. I want to feel like, with him, I’m on the edge of this cliff and not even caring if I fall over and never reach the bottom.
And I do feel like that when I’m with him. He’s the only one who has ever made me want more.
But now, the idea of meeting some random guy in a bar doesn’t sound the least bit appealing. Especially when all I can think about is Ace and how it felt when he made me come; the way his mouth felt so amazing on me. There’s no way I’ll be able to focus on some other guy when physically he doesn’t even compare to Ace.
“Ladies. Can we buy you two
some new drinks?”
I keep my attention straight ahead, not speaking, not even acknowledging them. I know if I do they’ll get the wrong idea. They usually do. I’m trying to think of the best way to get out of this situation without upsetting Gia. I know she’s attracted to the dark-haired guy and there’s no way I can leave her here alone with two strange men.
“Sure. I’d love one,” she says happily.
My stomach twists into nervous knots, not knowing what to expect from this night now.
I force a smile and turn around to face the two of them. The friend is taller and thicker, with light hair and a cleanshaven face. He’s cute, but does nothing for me. “I’m good, but thank you.”
The dark-haired guy’s friend nods and takes a seat next to me. I hear the scraping of the stool as he scoots it closer to me, but I keep my focus on something else so that he doesn’t get the wrong idea.
I can feel him watching me and it’s making me uncomfortable, but I do my best to ignore the feeling so that Gia can get a chance to at least get her guy’s number.
“Where is your ring?”
“Excuse me?” I pull my glass away from my mouth and look beside me.
“Your ring?” The friend says with a cocky grin. “I don’t see a ring on your finger, yet you’re refusing a drink from me. That’s not something that happens to me often.”
Great, he’s one of those guys. If he’d been decent he wouldn’t have mentioned anything about me not accepting a drink from him. At least from my experience that’s how it usually goes.
“I don’t need a ring to refuse a drink from a stranger,” I say stiffly. “I’m good with the one I have. I appreciate the offer.”
Feeling uncomfortable, I turn my attention to my left to see Gia laughing and talking with the other guy. Clearly, she’s forgotten that I didn’t even want them coming over here.
“Come on,” he pushes. “Our friends seem to be hitting it off. Let me buy you a drink and we can talk. What you’re sipping on is practically just juice. It’s not going to get you drunk.”
“I’m good,” I say tightly, removing his hand as he places it on my leg. “Save your money and your time. Just because our friends are getting to know each other doesn’t mean we need to.”
“You know . . .” He grabs my arm and squeezes it when I go to reach for my drink again. “You’re being a real bitch when all I’m trying to do is–”
Before he can finish what he’s saying, his head is being slammed into the bar in front of him with so much force that my glass shakes and falls over.
I feel my eyes widen as I look up to see Ace standing there. He’s the one who has a grip on the back of the asshole’s hair and from the look on his face, he doesn’t plan on letting him up anytime soon.
My heart drops to my stomach as his intense gaze turns to meet mine. There’s this animalistic quality inside of his eyes, reminding me of just how dangerous and unpredictable he is.
It somewhat scares me, yet I can’t turn away from him.
It also turns me on.
There’s something incredibly sexy about Ace when he’s angry.
With a growl, he pulls the guy’s head back and whispers, “Touch her again and I’ll cut your scalp off with the knife I have shoved inside my boot. It won’t be the first time I’ve played that fucking game and enjoyed it.” After he pulls his lips away he slams his head down again, not once, but two times, before he releases his hair and steps back.
The guy that Gia is talking to stands tall, as if to come to his friend’s defense, but suddenly takes a step back and throws his hands up in defense once Ace steps up to him with a tilt of his head.
The look in his eyes screams that he’ll kill anyone who challenges him, and that is enough to keep everyone at a distance, including the guy whose mouth is now covered in blood from his nose, which Ace just busted.
Everyone in the bar seems to be watching Ace as he steps in close to me and cups the back of my head with force. “This is not the place for you to be hanging out at. There’s drunken assholes everywhere.”
“How did you . . .” I shake my head and stand up when he grabs my waist. “How did you know I was here? I thought you were busy tonight.”
“I was,” he says on an angry growl. “I got done early and asked Kadence where you were. It’s a good thing too, because if this motherfucker would’ve gotten any further with you, I’d have to do much worse to him than I just did.”
As if no one else is in the room, Ace presses his body flush against mine and leans in to speak against my lips. “I’m fighting with everything in me to not turn back around and kill that asshole for touching you the way he did. Leave with me before I lose my willpower.”
I take a step back and swallow. His closeness has my heart racing so fast that I can hardly catch my breath. “I can’t. I’m here with a friend.”
“Looks like she’s ready to leave too.” He glances over my shoulder, his eyes narrowed as if to give a warning.
That’s all it takes for the dark-haired guy to walk away from Gia and leave her standing there staring at me.
“What the . . .” I can’t tell if she’s mad or just in shock at the fact that I’m standing here with Ace right now. “I should get going anyway. It’s late. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“Gia!” I call out her name as she quickly walks away, but she doesn’t stop to look back at me. I look around at all the attention on me and suddenly feel as if I need some air.
I barely make it outside before I feel Ace’s hands on my waist, gripping me from behind as he moves his body in close.
He’s hard all over, and as much as I crave to feel him against me, my head is screaming at me to run from him. Tonight was just too much . . . too real. I need to think, to breathe and collect myself.
I feel like this was a warning sign, reminding me before it’s too late that falling for Ace could be disastrous.
“I’ll walk.” I take a deep breath and find the courage to walk away from him, but the moment he stops me again and his breath hits my neck, I feel weak again and I want nothing more than to give in and leave with him. “It’s not that far, Ace. I’ll be fine.”
“It’s too far for me to let you walk alone. I wouldn’t give a shit if it was right behind this place. You’re not going anywhere alone tonight.” He brushes my hair away from my neck and runs his lips along it. “Come with me, Angel.”
My breathing picks up and, just like usual, I can’t control my thoughts when he’s so damn close to me. I should be walking away from him, yet I can’t seem to.
“I want to but . . .”
“But what?”
“Was that true?”
He lets out a deep, throaty laugh that vibrates my ear. “Is what true?”
“That you once scalped a guy?”
He’s tense, but then I feel him nod before he speaks the words. “Yes. That wasn’t just a threat. I’d do it to that asshole inside in a heartbeat if he ever touched you again. That’s a fucking promise.”
His confession makes it hard for me to breathe. Hard for me to move and before I know it, I’m allowing him to guide toward the motorcycle I watched him work on the other night.
I stand frozen, watching his biceps flex as he reaches for his helmet and slides it on my head. Ace is completely hypnotizing and in this moment, I feel as if I’ll do anything he tells me to.
He takes a moment to look me over, maybe seeing how I look wearing his helmet, before he straddles the motorcycle and grabs my hand, pulling me on behind him.
“Hold on tight. I have somewhere I want to show you.” He grabs my arms and places them around his body when I don’t make a move. “Don’t let go.”
I finally snap out of it and lean into him, while holding onto his firm body as tightly as I can.
Once I’ve got a good grip on him, he takes off, heading toward an area I’ve never been in before.
We ride for a good fifteen minutes before pulling up to an old abandoned bui
lding that looks like it hasn’t been used in ages.
My heart races with anticipation as he helps me off the bike and leads me into the old place.
“My brothers and I spent a lot of time here when we were kids. When my uncle wasn’t around to save us . . .” He opens the door and turns to face me. “I had to. This was the only place I knew we’d be safe.”
I feel my heart sink at his confession as I follow him inside.
He doesn’t move at first. He just stands in place and looks around as if being here is bringing up old memories.
“There’s a room I want to show you.” His jaw flexes as he grabs my hand and gives it a light squeeze. “I feel like I need to put it to use right now.”
I’m not sure what he means by putting it to use, but I allow him to pull me through the darkened house anyway.
“Your parents hurt you and your brothers a lot, didn’t they?”
He stops and takes a deep breath before pushing one of the hallway doors open and stepping into the room. “Almost every fucking day.”
“I hate that,” I admit. “I hate that they hurt you guys. It’s not fair.”
“It’s not,” he says stiffly, turning on a few lanterns to give the room some light. “That’s why I made this.”
I turn to face the wall when he nods toward it. There’s a huge target painted onto a piece of plywood that has huge chunks missing from it. You can tell it’s gotten a lot of use over the years.
“Was this for you and your brothers to let off some steam?”
He shakes his head and kneels down to reach into his boot. “It was for me.”
I jump when he quickly stands up and throws a knife into the target, hitting the bullseye.
His heated gaze lands on me and I can tell that he must notice how nervous I look now that he’s got a knife.
I’m alone in an old abandoned building with a pissed-off Locke, a knife and a target.
I should probably be more nervous than I am, but the moment he pulls the knife from the target and hands it to me, I relax as I look down at it in my hand.
Ace is showing me a piece of him and I’m going to take every last bit of that I can get . . .
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