Ace (Syns of Desert Angels MC Book 1)

by L. M. Reign

  “Get Dash or Milo on the phone. Tell them that they are planning to jump them at the last intersection. Plan another route for them. Just get them off that road.”

  “You got it, boss.”

  I roll my eyes at her terrible Italian accent.

  “I need to get down there,” I peek down the hall before leaving the room.

  “No dice, babe. Elevator requires fingerprint recognition and there aren’t stairs that lead there. Scour the rest of the floor and get out. I already know how we’re getting in there.”

  “What’s your idea?”

  I could hear the smirk in her voice before she even spoke.

  “Club night, baby.”

  Chapter 14

  Cole

  It’s been a fucking week since Mila was in my bed. A fucking week. I stare down at the text I received that night, barely able to contain my fury.

  Mila: No go for tonight. Something came up. Another time.

  Me: When are you coming back?

  Mila: IDK. Got work to do. See you around.

  Is she fucking serious? See me around? Yeah fuckin’ right. Only she hasn’t been around, and now I find out she’s going back to that damn club.

  This is just another thing to worry about. Between the fucking dagos taking Asher and trying to jump us, I don’t have the fucking space to worry about Mila when I need to protect my club.

  The dagos deny any involvement in taking Asher and planning to ambush us. Bodi said he’d handle this shit and Ma’s been taking care of Asher at my place.

  Some of the things she said still chill me to the bone.

  “Do you remember how you got there?” Dice adopted a soothing tone.

  “I do. It was...” she paused, looking around the room - making eye contact with each of us before stopping on me. “Mila. She was so mad that I hit her. She gave me to them!” Sobs wracked her frail body.

  The guys whipped around, staring at me with wide eyes. I shake my head, not sure what to tell them. It doesn’t seem out of character for Mila to want to retaliate after she openly threatened her that night.

  “Don’t breathe a word of this to Ness,” I stop Brass on the way out. Giving me a curt nod, he pulls a cigarette from his pack. “I need to talk to Mila first.”

  “If she did,” he blows a vicious stream of smoke into the night air. “Bodi will want blood.”

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  Mila

  The warm water cascading over my skin loosens my sore muscles from the sparring session this morning with Dash.

  Motherfucker’s been practicing and got several kicks in to my side. I groan when I lean over to the grab bottle of soap, wincing as the pain shoots up my side.

  “Fucking cunt,” I seethe.

  “What I want to be doin’.” Cole’s gruff voice startles me. I hear what sounds like clothes hitting the floor before the hooks scrape along the shower curtain. His warm body fills the space behind me.

  He never texted me back, but I can feel his response; the small space simmering with anger when he punishingly shuts the curtain.

  “You’ve been avoidin’ me,” he croons in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist while I soap up my body.

  “Have not.” That was it. My feeble protest.

  “Then why weren’t you in my bed a week ago?” The scruff of his unshaven jaw scrapes against the sensitive flesh of my neck, making me shiver.

  “I told you. Something came up. I’ve been staying elsewhere,” I whispered, arching my back. Turning my head, I offer myself to him.

  He kisses my neck, softly and tenderly. His voice deep and textured as he cradles me the way he wants me.

  “What came up?”

  I groan, urging him to continue. He stops his firm but tender movements, and I almost weep at the loss of the delicious sensations.

  “What came up, Mila?”

  Don’t stop. Keep going.

  “We had a last-minute change of plans that required my full attention.”

  “Your attention is required here,” he takes my hand, sliding it behind me to cup his groin. Slipping over his thickening shaft, I bite my lip. More than happy to oblige.

  Turning in his embrace, I bring my hand up to cup his cheek. He’s so beautiful that it fucking hurts to stare at him.

  Unfair.

  “You have my full attention.”

  He slams his mouth over mine, tangling his hands roughly in my wet hair. I take it all, returning his fervor relentlessly.

  I missed you, too.

  “On your knees,” he orders against my lips.

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  Cole

  I grab a fistful of her damp hair and urge her to her knees. She goes down until she’s level with my stiff cock.

  I will own your body.

  “You still love givin’ head, baby?”

  She moans exquisitely in response as I guide her mouth towards me, watching her lips stretch across the head, soft and warm.

  A plethora of sensations make me jerk forward as her tongue wraps and twirls around my cock in her mouth, suctioning my soul through my dick, summoning all the feeling from my body to redirect itself to my cock. She braces herself with her hands on my thighs, her head bobbing slowly, her eyes find mine.

  “Fuck, Mila,” I grit, clamping down on her hands to avoid shoving myself deeper into her mouth too soon.

  Her eyes sparkle with satisfaction as a shudder rocks my entire body. Bobbing her head faster around my cock, her hand moves to work my balls with expert motions of someone who remembers all the things she learned about me years ago.

  “I’m goin’ to come.” I warn her, giving her the chance to retreat. She begins to suck vigorously, toppling me over the edge.

  I slide my hand in her hair, pushing myself deeper into her waiting mouth. Warm liquid spurts into her mouth and she slows her motions; milking me of every drop. Swallowing all I gave her.

  She looks up at me with hooded eyes, challenging me to do more.

  “C’mere,” I pull her up and turn her around. She braces herself with her arms against the wall, jutting her ass out for me.

  I cup her pussy from behind. Slipping my hand between her legs to the warm, wet spot that’s begging for attention. Circling her clit, she jerks with a whimper and I slip one finger inside her. Then two.

  “Do you want this?” I whisper in her ear, my fingers sliding in and out the velvety warmth of her sweet pussy.

  Her only response is a series of muffled sounds. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back, forcing her moans upwards.

  She pushes back against my fingers with excruciating slowness. I watch my fingers disappear and reappear with her motions and I’m done. I fist my already hardening cock and tease her folds with the head as she guides herself onto me.

  Her surprised gasp and clenching muscles are so familiar, it almost hurts.

  “Take me, baby,” she whispered, bracing herself.

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  Mila

  I moan at the intense feeling of his cock parting me open and driving inside me. He takes control of my movements, pulling me back to him with punishing force. Pain ricochets up my sides, but I don’t care.

  His arms snake around my torso, gripping my breasts as he rubs my nipples to solid peaks, moaning with me.

  “Turn around,” he pulls out of me. I whimper at the loss of friction and do as he says.

  I watch him move quickly, shutting off the water and almost ripping the shower curtain off the hooks as he opens it.

  “C’mon,” he lifts me from the shower by my waist. I wrap my legs around him, sealing my lips over his. Pouring every ounce of want, need, and desire into it. He carries me to the bed, falling down on top of me.

  Gripping his cock by the base, he inches inside me again, never taking his eyes off me as he opens me completely. Sensations flood my body, forcing me to arch my back, a low moan oozing from my lips. Never have I ever heard myself make these noises.

>   He braces himself on his arms and starts to move. Both of us watching each other as our bodies beg to be closer.

  “Come here,” I pull him down to me, relishing the feel of his warm chest against mine. “You feel so good,” I whisper in his ear.

  Taking advantage of our closeness, I roam my hands down his sculpted back to the ridges of his ass, feeling each flex as he drives himself into me.

  He fists my hair and starts kissing me voraciously. Slamming his mouth harder on mine, groaning when I open. Thrusting deeper inside me. This isn’t fucking. This is a man claiming his mate.

  “Fuck,” he breathes raggedly. A sense of pride surges through me that I am the reason he’s coming apart like this. Digging my nails into his ass, I spur him on. Wanting him to lose all control.

  “Fuck,” I moan when he starts to rub my clit in circles, timed perfectly with every thrust of his hips.

  “Come with me, baby,” he growls, his thrusts becoming faster.

  We come.

  Hard.

  I feel his cock jerk inside me. His face etched with pleasure and possessiveness as he stays still, his chest heaving with harsh breaths, too.

  I slip my fingers through his hair, drawing them back from his hairline to the base of his skull the way I used to - the way he likes.

  “That feels good,” he breathes, laying his forehead on mine.

  I hold his gaze and keep doing it. His lips curl at the corner and I nod quietly.

  I know it does.

  I remember.

  I see you.

  He props himself up on his elbows and frames my face with his hands, stroking my hair the same way.

  It could break me. The love on his face. The glimpse of all the promises he wants to make. The way he’s staring down at me like I’m a dream come true.

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  I’m lying on my stomach, facing away from Cole while he traces my spine with his calloused fingers. I smile at the gentle touch and shiver a little when he reaches the small dip in my back.

  “Ticklish?” He whispers, his voice ghosting over my skin along with his scruff, making me shiver again.

  “No,” I laugh. “Just your touch.”

  I can tell he’s smiling without having to look at him, pleased with my answer. His fingers start to drift down my sides when he stills, retracting his hand.

  “Why are you bruised?” The concern in his tone lances through the walls around my heart, slowly knocking more of them down.

  “Sparred with Dash this morning. He’s gotten better. Got some kicks on me.”

  “He fuckin’ kicked you?” He growled.

  “He’s supposed to, Cole. That’s what we do,” I say softly, willing myself not to instigate confrontation.

  “Doesn’t mean I have to fuckin’ like it. Why didn’t you say anything? Did I hurt you?”

  I roll over, smiling up at him.

  “It’s okay. I’m fine,” I say, entwining my fingers with his. “I liked it.”

  A small knock on the door burst the little bubble we’ve created for ourselves in this room.

  “Mila?” Ness’ voice comes through the door.

  “Tá?” I respond. Yes?

  “Tá sé deimhnithe. Beidh Sangster sa chlub anocht.” It’s confirmed. Sangster will be at the club tonight.

  I nod my head slowly. The final piece of the plan clicked into place. We’ve been tracking Sangster’s movements, unsure of when he’ll return to the club for me to seize the opportunity to lift prints from him.

  “Go raibh maith agat. Beidh mé réidh.” Thank you. I’ll get ready.

  “Ag gnéas maith?” Having good sex?

  I laugh and cover my mouth.

  “Tá!” Cole yells, making me laugh harder. YES!

  “That answers that,” Ness says before we hear the sound of her footsteps walking away.

  “What was that?” I looked up at Cole, his gorgeous eyes getting excited again.

  “I have no idea what I said, but you did that girly mouth covering thing, so I assume it was a dirty question.”

  “You ever heard what happens when you assume?”

  “You make an ass between you and me,” we say in unison, laughing.

  “Yes. It was a dirty question. And yes, your response was the right one.”

  “What else did she say?”

  Silence settled over us uncomfortably.

  “Cole,” I lean up on my side, making sure to look him in the eye. “I have to do something that involves Sangster. If I don’t tell you what, it’s for your own good. Try to understand that, okay?”

  “Okay,” he nods his head quickly.

  “Wait... that’s it?” I stare at him dubiously.

  “Yeah,” he throws his legs over the side of the bed before jumping into his pants. “I’ll see you at the club tonight.”

  “Cole,” I say warningly.

  “Mila,” he mocks me.

  “Don’t play games with me,” I protest sternly, worried about his safety.

  He sits down beside me, caging me in with his arms, and my insides curl at how delicious he looks right now. Ducking his head, his tongue flicks out, touching the tip against mine and rubbing back and forth while nuzzling my nose with his.

  God, his taste intoxicates me.

  “I’m goin’ to be your man, Mila. So, don’t play games with me.”

  Chapter 15

  Mila

  The air was pulsing with an electrifying beat, penetrating my bones the moment I walked in. The room was no different than the last time I was here, except for the air. The electricity floated from the crowded dance floor, amplifying me.

  Tonight’s the night. I’ve got one chance - one real shot - to get this right. No room for error.

  My red lace bodycon dress clings to my skin like sin, the scalloped trim hangs off my shoulders leaving me thoroughly exposed for the taking.

  Ness moves her body against mine to the salacious beat of “Sugar” by Robin Schulz. She does a slow, sensual spin before draping her arms around my shoulders. I circle her waist and pull her closer, her lips graze my ear.

  “Do you see him?”

  I shake my head, swaying my body with hers.

  “Do you?”

  “N- Yes,” she corrects. “Railing. Left corner. He’s watching. Spin and drop.”

  Doing as she says, I use her body to monopolize his attention. The song switches over to a steady throb, my body swaying to the beat.

  The second Ness backs away, I know I’ve got him. The air shifts, suffocating with the scent of cinnamon and danger. Then I feel it, the feathery touch as he moves my hair over one shoulder before his arms wrap around my waist.

  “You left last time,” he said in a low, sultry voice. I could feel a shiver ghost over my skin. His accent was thick and unforgiving. Just like he would be if he caught me.

  Ness melded a few feet away, clinging to the nearest warm body to stay close. I take a deep breath, swaying my hips casually, taking my time before I respond.

  His hands tighten on my sides, digging into my bruises. I refrain from wincing when he pulls me closer. The heavy cadence of vibrations pound through the floor, timing the seconds until I face him.

  Donning my best smile, I do a slow spin, inhaling a deep breath of cinnamon laced with a hint of all the dark things he could do to me.

  “You seemed rather distracted last time,” I say, sliding my arms around his neck.

  “Nonsense, bellissima.” Beautiful.

  His features were harsh under the various stages of lighting, contributing to the allure of notoriety that he exuded with every move.

  Almost like he’s a God. Does he bleed like one?

  “Ah,” I click my tongue. “They warned me about you.”

  “Don’t believe a word,” his response came quick. His hands glom onto my lower back, trapping me against his body. Fingers begin to trail lower, moving from my back to my ass. Grazing the swell of it.

  His growing hardness starts to
bite into my stomach, making me tilt my head. Pretending to consider his request while studying him. Cataloging his features.

  The pictures I captured in secret pale in comparison to the real thing. His brazen moves match his personality. Aligning with his hard-earned reputation as the notorious protector to one of the most powerful crime families in the city.

  “What if I already do?”

  A deep, rich chuckle rumbled through his chest, and I knew that I had him where I wanted him. He was warm and rough in all the right places as he eyed me, a stray hair slipping from his carefully slicked back style.

  Slipping my hands from his neck, I delicately replace the strand, skimming my fingers over his shaved sides. When I was done, the fire in his eyes told me a story of the danger I was walking into.

  I will ruin you, they said. I quirk my eyebrow, silently issuing a small challenge of my own.

  Try.

  “If you already believe what they say,” he captures my chin in his fingers and I can’t help but notice the stark differences between him and Cole. Where he was soft and manicured, Cole was calloused and worked.

  In my distracted state, I felt the ghost of a small kiss touch my lips, drawing me back to the present.

  “Then it’s my job to change your mind.”

  Leaning up on the tips of my toes as much as my heels allowed, I bring myself level with his ear. “Tell you what. Buy me a drink, and we’ll see if you can change my mind.”

  We continued to sway slowly in the midst of the fast-paced song while staring each other down. Glancing over his shoulder, Ness subtly directed my attention to the bar across the floor to Cole and Brass. Both with equally matching murderous expressions.

  Fuck.

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  Cole

  I almost crush the glass of amber liquid I’m holding in my hand as I watch that motherfucker lay his hands on the woman that I would kill for. Kiss the same fucking mouth that was under my ownership a few hours ago.