Tormented (Fallen Aces MC #3)

by Max Henry

  Because damn it all, I feel great.

  And I think it’s long overdue that I do.

  “Is that a yes?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  He grumbles again, the sound doing strange things to me deep down inside. “Hold that thought.”

  I step back and watch as he crosses the room to where King talks with Callum beside Sonya and Grace.

  The minute we stepped through the doors, the people I truly admire sprang into action as they always do. Nobody questioned why we chose to bring Grace back to the clubhouse, nobody appeared put out that we had a child who needed help finding her way home. They simply pulled together and each played their part in doing what the Fallen Aces do best—taking care of the people who need it most, the innocent ones.

  I smile, bringing my right hand up to grasp the opposite elbow as I watch the group interact. For once I feel at home, comfortable bearing witness to the things that happen within our walls, as though nobody would question why I’m even here.

  “What have you done now?”

  Except her.

  “Not now, Ramona.”

  She smirks, glancing across the room to where Mack stands waiting with his backpack. “You’ll never have what we did.”

  I pull in a deep breath, and close my eyes to gather my cool. “Key word there: ‘did.’” No need to lose it in front of her kid.

  In front of Sawyer’s kid.

  Ramona frowns, her jaw working side to side as she thinks her next words out carefully. “You want to make yourself a part of his life? Then you need to understand two things. One: you hurt him and I swear to God I will make your life hell.”

  “Like you don’t already,” I scoff.

  “And two: I don’t care how great he thinks you are, or how head over heels he might be. You will never have a thing to do with my son. As long as you’re around, Sawyer will never have Mack stay over with him; he’ll only ever be able to visit us.”

  “You finished yet?”

  “For now.” She starts toward Mack, and then stalls. “I hope like hell you two never decide to have children, because with parents as screwed up as you both are, that kid would be a right piece of work.”

  She storms off, catching King’s wary eye. I wave a quick hand at him to let him know it’s okay, and head upstairs to shower. I’ve got road dust in my hair, a little blood on my clothes, and years of suppressed memories crawling over my flesh where Evan touched me.

  A short while later, my clothes are stripped and in a pile by the closed door, and I’m in nothing but my underwear as I gather up my toiletries. Sawyer comes striding into the room without so much as a knock.

  “Damn it,” I cry out, diving out of view of anyone who might be in the hall. “Give me some warning next time.”

  His head turns as he checks out my clothes to his right, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he slowly closes the door. “Hey, Abbey-girl.”

  “Everything okay downstairs?” I ignore his blatant innuendo.

  He nods. “Fine. Sonya’s goin’ to keep her company for the night, and King’s got Callum seein’ what he can dig up on her.”

  “Good.” My shoulders sag with relief.

  “How you doin’?” He closes the space between us, placing his huge hands on my shoulders. “You okay?”

  “I think so.” I force a smile, but it doesn’t wash.

  His gaze moves between my eyes, searching, reaffirming. “You weren’t put off by a single thing I did these past few days.”

  “Nope.”

  “Didn’t worry you at all?”

  “Not at all.” If you asked me, everything he did was justified.

  “So . . . us.”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “You think it’ll work yet?”

  I duck my chin, overwhelmed at the thought of everything he’s done for me. “Would you have gone after Evan, even if you didn’t know his connection to me?”

  “Probably not for a while.” He frowns, narrowing his gaze a little. “Do you think I did that tonight for me? Not you?”

  “I think you did it for both of us, and that it was just a bonus for me.”

  He shakes his head, slipping one hand up to hold my neck in the way I’ve grown so used to. “No, girl. No.” His thumb traces my bottom lip, coaxing me to open my mouth a little. “I wanted to do that tonight for you. When I got the info, I first thought I’d wait a while.” His brow pinches. “But I did it tonight because, like I said, I need you to understand what I do for the people who matter most to me: I kill. And I fuckin’ enjoy it.”

  “I wouldn’t change that.”

  “Me”—Sawyer taps the side of his head—“and him. He’s part of the package.”

  “So you keep saying.” I give a little shrug.

  “That really doesn’t worry you?”

  “Is he going to try to kill me in my sleep?”

  “Never.” His words ring true, but his eyes lie.

  Note to self: keep his devil happy.

  I reach out, placing my hands on his trim waist. “If I say yes, I want this, then you’ll have to be patient. The whole going steady thing is kind of new to me.”

  “Did you just say ‘going steady’?” He laughs.

  I smile nervously. “What?”

  “That’s so old-fashioned.”

  “Oh, fuck off.”

  “It’s cute.”

  I smile, but it quickly fades when I stare into his eyes and see the dark promises hidden behind. He’s serious when he warns me about how intense he can be. I’ll be his property, exclusively, and he won’t go soft on anyone who threatens that claim.

  I run the finger of my right hand up his side, laying it flat when I reach his chest and push beneath his cut. “Going to tell me why you came into my room, then, pretty boy?”

  “How about I show you?”

  I bite my bottom lip hard, watching him as he strips his cut and T-shirt off. “You could join me in the shower?”

  He chuckles, turning back toward me as he unbuckles his belt. “Babe, as much as I enjoyed myself, we’ve already done it that way. How about you show me what other tricks you got up those sleeves of yours?”

  THIRTY-EIGHT

  Sawyer

  Her dark irises track my every motion as I drop my belt to the floor and give a sneaky flex for a little added show.

  Rose flushes her cheeks.

  Game on . . . .

  Get back in your fucking box.

  “We’ve already got a problem, Abbey-girl.”

  “Yeah?” The word is barely audible, a stolen breath dropped from swollen lips.

  “You’re wearing too much.”

  She looks down at her simple yet sexy bra and panties. “Guess I better fix that.”

  She ditches the bra at the same time as I drop my jeans.

  “What now?”

  “You fuckin’ shut up and take what I give you.”

  She gasps when I grab her by the upper arms and literally throw her ass on the bed. Her panties hit the floor a second later, and I prop her feet up on the side of the mattress so her knees are bent and everything is on display. My dick strains in my boxers as I step back and admire the view.

  Nice . . . .

  Seriously, fuck the hell off.

  “Pretty in pink, girl.”

  “It wants you to eat it,” she purrs.

  Fucking hell. Kill the monsters in her closet, and the girl’s got brass. I’m moving to kneel at her feet when she stops me with a raised palm.

  “What?”

  “You’ve got too many clothes on.”

  My lips curl up on one side as I hook both thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and drop them to the floor. She pushes up on both elbows to take the length of me in—yeah, both kinds.

  “Now you may.”

  I drop to the floor and fucking worship her in every damn way she deserves. Her head is tossed back, ragged moans filtering from her lips as I sweep my tongue the length of her, teasing her clit with little
strokes of its own.

  Her honey on my taste buds, and her words on my mind.

  She wants this, always. She wants something with me. And she said she’s not interested in changing who I am. Could this really be it? Have I finally found my queen?

  Who fucking cares, when she grinds her sweet pussy against my face like that?

  Her legs drop, feet hitting the floor, and she clamps my head with her strong thighs. The girl works out, that’s for sure, but it’s not the kind of sweat I want to see on her right about now.

  I reach up the length of her body, massaging her breasts on my way to her throat. My fingers close over that slender neck, and her legs close on my head. She groans; the vibrations run through my palm and tickle my wrist. I press a little tighter. She creams a little harder.

  This game’s fun.

  I rise up, wiping my mouth with the back of my free hand, taking in every detail of her. I could look at her day in and day out without feeling like I’ve ever seen it all. Every time I lay my eyes on her she steals my breath all over again.

  She’s perfect.

  And I’m spoilt.

  Abbey’s eyes are wide, her lips soft as she struggles to breathe beneath my grasp. I loosen up, not really wanting to take things that way just yet, and run the same hand down her side, slow and sensual. She expects it hard, expects me to be brutal. But what if I’m not? If I give her gentle and caring will she turn off me? Is that what it’ll take to finally lose her interest?

  Only one way to find out . . . .

  She arches into my touch, her eyes closed. The girl’s drunk on me and we haven’t really begun. Maybe it really is me she’s after, and not the fantasy of the ‘bad boy’? Will I ever really believe it?

  My gaze drifts across the floor to where my jeans lie piled in a heap. The buckle of my belt peeks out from below, giving me an idea. I step away to retrieve it, and Abbey pushes up to watch.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Making sure you can’t complain.”

  She frowns, adorably confused until I slip the length of leather out of the belt loops. My girl understands now.

  “Lie back with your legs bent and wrists beside your ankles.”

  Her eyes flick to the belt.

  “Now.”

  “Are you going to—”

  “Did I fuckin’ stutter?”

  She swallows hard, and then does as she’s told. I take my time, making sure to drive her crazy with anticipation as I secure her hands beside her feet. Her arms are banded tight enough that if she tried to pull out of her hold, she couldn’t.

  “Good girl.”

  I reward her with a few strokes of her flush pussy, and her legs quiver.

  “Tell me, Abbey-girl. You got any of those toys in here you were tellin’ me about?”

  Her eyes narrow in challenge.

  “Look for myself then, huh?” I lean left and check her nightstand first. Where else would a horny young woman keep her tools?

  Sure enough, behind a few magazines in the bottom drawer, I find the magic box. Her eyes go wide as I pull the gold-colored cardboard from its hidey-hole, but she quickly schools her fear and smiles.

  “That how we playing this evening, is it?”

  “Sure is.” I toss the lid aside and find the moneymaker: a long, not so slim, chrome dildo. “Really?” I ask, lifting it out. “Chrome?”

  “So? I like it that much.” She shrugs in her bounds.

  “Guess I might like it a hell of a lot more soon, too.”

  Left hand holding her ankles, I push her legs out of the way. She tenses up, so I set the dildo on the bed beside her and lick my thumb. No need to be too rough on her the first time. She squirms against me as I massage her pussy lips and clit until she’s weeping for more. Doesn’t matter how much she fights, until she tells me to stop, I’m not backing down.

  “Oh my God, that feels good,” she moans, twisting her neck to try and see around her legs.

  I reach up and shove her face away. “Did I ask you to talk?”

  Shock registers on her face, but one look at the smirk I’m sporting and she understands it’s all part of the play.

  “Shut the fuck up unless you’re moanin’ like a good little whore.”

  I grab the weapon of choice from beside her and run the slick chrome tip up the length of her wet slit. She writhes, but like a good girl never says a thing. Using my forearm, I lean against the back of her thighs to hold her legs out of the way, and slowly insert the metal rod in her hole. Fucking thing looks amazing; the contrast of cold unrelenting metal against her warm and pliant cunt.

  A low groan comes from deep in her chest as I hit the end, only the very hilt of the dildo showing.

  “Feel good, girl?” I give the end a tap for good measure.

  She hums as the vibrations ripple through her, chest rising fast as her breaths come even faster. I watch her face as I slide it out, give a little twist, and slip it back in again. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, a small grin tipping the corners of her mouth up. With every stroke, her pussy grows slicker, the evidence of her arousal dripping down the seam of her butt.

  I leave the dildo completely immersed in her and run the tip of my index finger through her juices, wetting the rose of her ass as I slide past. She flinches, a small gasp of air sucked into her lungs as her eyes shoot open.

  “So fuckin’ filthy.”

  Years, I’ve played the field. Tried every goddamn flavor a man could have, and only once found the woman who I thought would be it. But to be struck by lightning twice? I watch her face while, using my thumb, I press hard on the dildo and shove it deep inside her. Her muscles twitch as her pleasure builds, once, twice, and on the third time I push against her ass. I’m a fucking lucky man, that’s for sure.

  Air is drawn in to her lungs sharply, but she only tenses for a second, soon relaxing again as I slip the dildo out, and then in, repeating the process over and over until my name is falling from her lips on a whimper.

  “What’s that, baby?”

  “I’m going to come.”

  She cries out as I withdraw the dildo and slap her ass cheek. “No, you ain’t.”

  Abbey strains to see around her legs while I fist my already hard cock. She’s got me so in awe in this moment that it would be easy to make things happen quickly, but that would only cheapen the moment. Quick and hard is for when you’ve been on the road days on end without your woman, for when some asshole hits on her and you need to stake that claim.

  Not now.

  My devil stands, placing a gentle hand to his desk, much like a retiring director of a company would. He taps his fingers on the surface, his other hand casually slung in his pocket, and smiles.

  Nothing more needs to be said as he fades into the shadows. This time is ours: Abbey’s and mine. And that asshole upstairs finally sees her for what she is—the person who’ll take care of me in his absence. His better half, and mine.

  “Don’t leave me waiting,” she whispers, her body fully relaxed as she watches me. “Please.”

  I step forward, gently undo the belt, and stretch her limbs out. Her gaze tracks my hands as I rub her wrists, over the damn scars.

  “I’ve seen yours,” she says simply, holding my gaze as she smiles. “I know you get it.”

  “No more, okay? Make that promise now, no more.”

  Tears well in her eyes as she smiles. “I’ve got no reason to keep doing it when I’ve got you.”

  Her words cease as I take her mouth with mine, and line myself up with her. I say everything that’s still too hard for me to put into words with my actions, sliding my length inside and rocking my hips in a gentle motion.

  I want to tell her I’m sorry. That I wish I could have known her sooner. That perhaps if I hadn’t been blind to the perfection in her flaws, that I might have saved her from ever feeling so bad she felt the urge to physically harm herself to relieve the pressure.

  I want to tell her that I wish I could have been
everything I never had, for her.

  She groans as her climax builds, her thighs squeezing against mine, her back arching off the bed.

  “You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur, picking up pace.

  Tears crest her cheeks, that maniacal smile and the contradiction of it all only making her even more precious and worth holding on to.

  “I’m close, pretty boy.”

  “Good.” I lock my knees into the side of the mattress and lean back, bringing her with me. Abbey’s dark locks spill over her shoulders, framing her breasts as she adjusts her seat on my hips.

  We move together, eyes locked in the best fucking game of who’ll blink first I’ve ever played. Her hips rock, and she draws that damn lip into her mouth as her eyes slip closed. One hand between her shoulders to steady her, and other firmly on her ass, I grind her faster, shifting the angles until the only way to describe the look she wears is pure ecstasy.

  Nobody, and I mean nobody, will ever see that but me. Who cares if I fucking die in the coming days at my father’s hand; I’ll put a clause in my will that means she’s mine even after I’ve gone.

  She comes apart with a sigh, falling forward to rest her forehead on my chest as I follow her lead. My cock still twitches inside her as she leans back to find my gaze.

  “Does that make it official?” She smirks, squeezing her cunt muscles to make me jerk.

  “Damn it, woman.”

  “I couldn’t resist.”

  A hand either side of her face, I bend my knees a little to hold her weight. “Neither could I.”

  “So?”

  “I’ll get your patch made up tomorrow.”

  Fucking bitch laughs.

  And damn it all if I don’t laugh with her.

  THIRTY-NINE

  Abbey

  Being official turns out to be a huge deal for Sawyer. He insisted after we cemented our status in my room that I won’t go anywhere without him ever again.

  And he hasn’t been wrong.

  I shower, he’s there. I eat, he’s there. I duck out to the garage, and there he is mere seconds later to check on me.

  I kind of like it.

  I’ve never had someone want to spend time with me like that before. It’s a new feeling, one that took me a day or two to adjust to, but I’m getting the hang of it.