Ace (Syns of Desert Angels MC Book 1)

by L. M. Reign

  “Shit,” he runs his hand over his face, exhausted over this argument. “You had to fucking say it.”

  “Okay, we get it. You love her, you want to save her. Blah, blah. Look,” Dash points to Mila. She’s running her fingers through her hair, throwing her head back with a smile as she continues to move her body against his. She locked eyes with me and gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head while her eyes drifted over to her brother.

  “She’s fine,” Milo lets out the breath he’s been holding. “She has a plan. Just... wait,” he orders me.

  Brass leans against the railing, letting out a low whistle from beside me. “Damn. That Ness?” He points towards one of the gilded cages off the side where a tiny blonde is swaying her body along with the throbbing beat.

  “That’s it,’ Milo mutters.

  “What?”

  “That’s the plan,” Dash smirks, shaking his head. “Just watch.”

  Ness sways sensually, drawing attention to herself.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” Brass murmured, bringing his drink to his lips.

  Ness perched her body against the cage, sliding down, oozing sex with a promise of all the bad things she’d let you do. Bending over, she slides back up, her ass following the bars of the cage with precision.

  “Fuck is she doin’?” Brass’ gruff tone makes me smirk.

  “Why do you care?” I bait him. “She’s not yours.”

  “Just like Mila isn’t yours?”

  “Fuck you,” I scowl at him.

  We watch, enraptured as Ness gained the wandering eye of every man on the floor; even Sangster. His arms slip from Mila’s waist as she moves to his side and eventually behind him.

  She slinks away effortlessly while he’s captivated by Ness’ show, a smile on his face. Idiot. I watch as he stays rooted to the spot they both shared before realizing Mila’s slipped away.

  Don’t fuckin’ follow her.

  “Please, join us,” Manny claps me on the shoulder, drawing my attention from Mila. “Unless you see something you like down there?” His beady eyes scan the crowd raptly.

  “I believe I do,” I tell him, setting my drink on the tray belonging to a passing waitress.

  “Tell me who she is, and I’ll have my men escort her to you.”

  I wanted to stab him in the gut at the thought of his men grabbing Mila. “Actually, I like the chase,” I smirk at him. He throws his head back, laughing a deep-rooted belly laugh at nothing funny in particular.

  “You are a funny man. Enjoy,” he moves away, beckoning one of his men to his side. “He’s going down. Let him be. And get Sangster.” I give him a curt nod, saying a silent thanks for small miracles, and head after my girl. Mila turns into a chameleon, blending into the crowd as she escapes to a hidden hallway.

  I follow after her, entering the dark hallway, pushing open the bulky door and stepping inside. It was quieter, almost deafeningly so, and the faint throb of the music barely breached the walls. The lights from the club had been extinguished, replaced with a soft white glow from the lone fixture in ceiling.

  A quick glimpse down the hall told me there were three rooms Mila could be in. I halt my steps abruptly when I heard the rustle of papers behind one of the doors. Moving closer, I press my ear to the wood, hearing the faint sounds of a file cabinet opening and closing. I turn the knob, praying Mila’s behind this door, and pop it open a few inches.

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  Mila

  I freeze when I hear the loud click from the door. Turning off my light, I retreat against the cabinets as I stare at the shadow looming in the doorway. A figure steps into the room, shutting the door quickly.

  “Mila?”

  “Jesus Christ, Cole,” I whisper harshly. “You asshole. What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Fuck,” I hear Cole fumbling around before flicking on one of the lamps on the corner. The light bathes the room in a yellow glow and Cole stands on the opposite side of the desk from me.

  “What the fuck are you doin’?”

  “My fucking job. Since you’re here, keep watch.”

  “No. Not until you tell me what you’re doin’.”

  I huff. Collecting my hair on one shoulder so I can focus. I can feel his gaze traveling the expanse of my body and because it’s him, I don’t mind.

  I flick my small light back on and start moving through the room, scanning all the documents available, determined to find what I’m looking for. I place them back neatly and quickly before moving onto the next. Manny will know if someone’s been in here.

  “We’re in Manny’s office,” I tell him quietly. “I’m looking for blueprints. Now keep watch,” I order him.

  “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” He growled. “We are in a fuckin’ mob boss’ office? Are you tryin’ to die? Jesus Christ, woman. I swear, you ju-”

  “Hey, you followed me in here. That’s why you’re keeping watch,” I say, attempting to open the last set of cabinets.

  Locked. Fuck.

  I lean forward, pulling the cups of my dress away from my body as I slide my hand inside, grabbing my kit and depositing it on the desk.

  “What else do you have in there?”

  I laugh at his question, shaking my head as I put the light in my mouth and focus on picking the lock. Nothing is more satisfying than hearing the tumblers align right where you want them. Opening the cabinet, I scan the files quickly, not finding what I’m looking for.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, itching to slam it shut when I see a piece of tape peeling from the roof of the cabinet. Grabbing it, I peel it away as quietly as possible before unfolding it and scanning the contents.

  Jackpot.

  I lay the blueprint flat on the desk, smoothing the creases as I snap photo after photo of each section and then as a whole. “Got it,” I tell Cole as I close the cabinet carefully after taping the blueprints back to the original spot. “We need to go,” I tell him, waiting for the tumblers to click back into place, sealing off the location of the man I’ve been searching for.

  I lock the door before closing it, Cole ushering me into the hallway as the adrenaline pumps through me. The high is heady until he turns on me, caging me against the door. His voice is low, his touch gentle as he reaches out and puts his hands where Sangster’s were.

  “Did you like it when he touched you here?” His eyes blaze into me. Anger, frustration, and hurt all swirling in one.

  I stare at him, not daring to break contact, no matter how explosive the fire in my belly is. Whatever game we’re playing here, I don’t want it to stop. I see it now. What Ness was talking about. The incredibly animalistic way he acts around me that brings out those deep-rooted instincts from within.

  “You have no right to be angry,” I say breathlessly.

  His eyes narrow. “You gave me rights when you came on my fingers.”

  I feel my cheeks turning red at the reminder. “I told you that changes nothing. It meant nothing.”

  His hand snakes up my waist, brushing past my breasts, settling against my throat. His thumb rubbing over my fluttering pulse. “I asked you a question. Did you like it when he was touching you?”

  Do. Not. Break.

  “Shh,” I place a hand over his mouth. His eyes are angry, but not unaware of the situation. “Someone’s coming,” I whisper.

  He peeks over his shoulder, his body engaged in a protective stance, keeping me in place with his hands on my waist. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through him. The heavy desire of protective instinct smacking me in the face. Ness’ words from earlier make me pause.

  He’s trying.

  Heavy footsteps were headed our way, each step strong and sturdy. Getting closer and closer to sealing our fate. They reverberated through the floor, up my heels; setting the pace of my heart.

  Don’t panic. Try.

  “No,” I whispered quietly, deciding to risk it. His attention lands on me with laser focus. His eyes searching for something I just might be ready t
o give him. “I like it when you touch me, asshole. Now kiss me,” I put my hands on his arms, moving to his neck. I don’t know if I pulled him to me, or if he bent down, but we were on each other. He’s holding me so tight that it feels like I’m weightless.

  Then I feel it; that shift. Our kiss becomes urgent. Drawing my insides taut as a bowstring when his hands pull at my ass, his cock hardening against me. His tongue plunders my mouth with ruthless abandon and I can truly feel it.

  The raw, desperate hunger in this kiss. A groan vibrates in his chest, and I know he’s on the verge of losing all control.

  We devour each other as if to make up for those five years. Those years where my pride held me back, and his selfishness kept him rooted beside his father. He captures my face between his hands, trapping me, savaging my mouth in punishment.

  “Hey! You can’t be back here,” a rough voice pierces the atmosphere that only consisted of him and me.

  Breathing heavily, our bodies rise in tandem, my chest throbbing for the closeness it had earlier. “Do you have your bike?” I ask him before I lose my courage. He nods, his eyes smoldering my insides.

  “You’re comin’ home with me,” he grabs my hand, pulling me down the hallway past the men.

  “Sorry about that,” I give them a coquettish smile. Not worried about playing off the fact that we were two lovers that couldn’t wait to get their hands on each other because it was real. I can’t wait for his touch. One of them nods and steps in front of the door, halting our steps with a raised hand.

  “Don’t let us catch you back here again,” he holds the door open for us.

  “No problem,” I throw a smile over my shoulder, attempting to keep up with Cole’s spurred pace.

  “Cole, slow down,” I tell him as he aggressively weaves his way through the crowd. “I can’t walk fast in this dress!”

  Turning around, he scoops me up in his arms, making me throw my arms around him in surprise.

  “What?” he says, smirking at my shocked expression. “Surprised that you still fit in my arms?” I couldn’t hide the slight curl of a smile.

  This. I missed this.

  “You’ll need this, gorgeous,” Ness stops us with a knowing smile, tossing my jacket and clutch on my stomach.

  “Do you have the keys?” I yell over the thumping music. Brass steps forward from the dark corner holding my keyring in his hand as he wraps his arm around her waist. She gives me two thumbs up in excitement.

  Guess she’s getting laid, too.

  We make our way out of the club and through the parking lot to a row of bikes. I never truly appreciated the intricate beauty of his. The silver lines all over the gas tank, curling around an Ace in the darkness. I stop to admire the work, but that’s cut short when Cole mounts the bike.

  “C’mon,” he holds out his hand for me to get on. I slide my jacket on and stop, realizing the restriction of my dress.

  “I can’t ride in this,” I tell him.

  “I can fix that,” he gets off, reaching for the hem.

  “No!” I smack his hands away. “This is not some damn romance novel. You can’t go around ripping my damn clothes. There’s a zipper in the back at the bottom. Grab it and unzip it a little bit so I can lift it up,” I instruct him, turning around and pointing to it.

  He slowly unzips my dress and I pull it a little further up my thighs. “There. Now I can ride,” I turn to face him. He cups my face, rubbing his thumb across my cheek before flashing me a sparkling smile. Not saying another word, he mounts the bike again.

  “C’mon,” he offers me his hand. This time I take it, realizing I’m in for the ride of my life.

  Chapter 12

  Cole

  Mila holds onto me hard as I drive home. Harder than she needs to. Her fingers slip under my shirt, brushing against my muscles, telling me all the things I’ve waited to hear.

  I want you.

  I need you.

  I miss you.

  I can feel her chest crushed against my back, and all I can think about are the swells of her breasts in that dress. So close, yet so far.

  It sends me into a frenzy, pushing me to punish my bike with speed. Every time the engine roars, Mila squeezes her legs against mine, stoking the fiery lust inside of me.

  By time we pull up to my house, I can tell she’s perplexed by the location, but I’ll answer her questions later.

  I’m coiled tightly like a spring, feeling like a loaded gun. And I don’t intend on firing until I’m inside of her.

  “Where are we?” She says, staring at the two-story house with pale blue siding and a glossy white front door - both which are beckoning us inside. Helping her off the bike, I take her hand and pull her forward, catching her when she stumbles in those killer heels she’s wearing.

  She should keep those on.

  “My house.”

  I want to fuck her so bad, I could kick down the damn door. Instead, I force myself to stay calm and in control. I can’t fuck this up, but I’m struggling to get the key into the lock.

  “It’s cute.” She smiles, shivering from the cold air. “Hurry up, it’s freezing.”

  “I’ll take you upstairs and warm you right up.”

  She laughs, blowing warmth into her clasped hands. “Brass said the same thing.”

  I whip my head around, quirking an eyebrow. The reminder of my brother almost fucking my girl is enough to drive me mad.

  “Don’t tease me, Mila. Unlike him, I’m goin’ to follow through. That’s a fuckin’ promise.” I open the door and pull her inside.

  “Upstairs,” I guide her to the stairs by her hips. The view of her ass torturing me with each step has surpassed the limits of my self-control.

  We enter the bedroom, illuminated by only a sliver of moonlight sneaking in from the window. Mila does a small spin, taking it all in.

  “I’ll give you a formal tour in the morning. Right now... I need you.”

  “Who said I’d be here in the morning?”

  I don’t have to look at her to hear the smile in her voice. The challenge she issued was enough.

  “Who said I was lettin’ you go?” I tell her, tossing my jacket and keys on the dresser.

  Pulling her to me, I roam my hands up her arms, removing her jacket, and back down the lush curves of her magnificent body; refusing to break her stare.

  “It sounds cliché,” I cup her cheek “But damn, Mi. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

  Her eyes flicker away as she smiles, her coyness like gasoline igniting the fire within me. I back her up against the bed, her knees bending once we reach the edge. She bites her lip, breathing in a shaky breath.

  I push her back, climbing on top of her, and capture her lips. I savor her mouth, moving lower to tug her shoes off. She stands, turning her back towards me.

  The final thread that held her from me snapped somewhere between that office and here as she offers her body to me. I brush her hair aside, kissing along her neck, slowly unzipping her dress; devouring every inch of skin that’s revealed until I reach the bottom.

  I admire her tattoo before leaning forward to kiss her shoulders, sliding the straps down her arms. Stepping back, I watch the dress pool at her feet, leaving her scantily clad in nothing but a black thong. The scrap of fabric hardly classifies as underwear. She peeks over her shoulder at me like my wildest fantasy.

  “Why are you still dressed?”

  Encroaching on her, I wrap my arms around her naked waist. “I’m focused on you,” I turn her around. Her hands sliding down my chest, squeezing my cock through my jeans.

  I get on my knees, pressing small kisses to her stomach before sucking each nipple until she shudders, her fingers clawing roughly through my hair. She looks down at me, a mixture of fear and regret peeking through before lust and carnal desire take their place.

  The fact that she’s here makes me forgive her for being so closed off. No, the fact that she’s here makes me want to make sure she never wants to leave. We’ll addre
ss the other shit later. Right now, I just want to make her body remember who she belongs to.

  “Get on the bed,” I order. She sits down on the edge and I push her pack, pulling her ass closer to me to rip her panties off.

  Spreading her open, I give her one long, slow lick. I kiss and tongue her pussy until she’s moaning and writhing against my face. Her fingers pull at my hair when she can’t handle it anymore, but I don’t stop. She needs to be punished for bossing me around earlier. For all the shit she’s held onto, stopping us from getting to this. I suck her clit and drive a finger inside of her, back to hit the spot that drives her crazy.

  She cries out, coming with a new intensity, pulling my head away from her pussy. “I can’t,” she pleads, breathing heavily.

  The lust in her voice drives me mad, setting every nerve ending on fire. “I want you,” she whispers. Sitting up, she tugs at my pants, undoing them and wrapping her hands around my throbbing cock.

  “See what you still do to me?” I caress her hair and I want to make sure she understands this changes everything.

  I. Love. You.

  Pulling back from her, I yank at my bootlaces, kicking them off when they loosen. Mila tugs my pants off with a fervor I have never seen. She peels my shirt off, pressing herself against me. I capture her lips again, making her moan deliciously while grabbing the swells of her ass and picking her up, tossing her onto the bed as I climb over her, splaying my body against hers.

  “I believe you deserve something,” she smiles up at me, stroking my cheek softly.

  “Not now, baby,” I shake my head. “I just want to be with you.”

  Staring down at her, her dark hair frames her face, her cheeks tinted from her earlier orgasm, and her eyes sparkle with something I can’t quite touch. It’s like she’s here and she’s mine, but not really.

  “Do you have a condom?”

  I nod, reaching over her to the nightstand and grabbing one from the box. Tearing the packet open, I slide it over me, making sure it’s tight and good. She wraps her legs around my waist and I settle snugly where I belong.