Jace

by Jessie Cooke

  Jace didn’t hold anything back then. He slammed into her, slapping his body into hers each time his cock drove into her pussy. He grabbed and groped every part of her body that he could reach and even slid his thumb up into her mouth and she sucked on it while he fucked her. He wanted to come, but he also didn’t want it to end. The voice in his head was singing out a mantra, “You’re fucking Miss Morgan,” and that was fueling the orgasm he felt beginning to build in his toes and travel up to his core. He fucked her hard and fast until he couldn’t hold back a second longer…and then he exploded like a stick of dynamite, turning everything inside of him into hot liquid that shot out of his cock and landed in Miss Morgan’s hot pussy. He came so hard and so much that he knew it had to be leaking down the insides of her thighs, but she wasn’t complaining.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, rocking against her a few more times until his body began to recover and his cock began to soften. Before he let it slide out, he pulled her up straight against him and hugged her from behind, resting his lips against the side of her head and just reveling in the feelings for a few seconds. Finally, he turned her around to face him, slowly. She had a look of satisfaction on her face and she rose up and kissed his lips softly before bending down and picking up his shirt. She handed it to him and he pulled it on and then reached down for the vest and wallet. Miss Morgan picked up the handbag she’d dropped in the corner and pulled a package of wet wipes out of it. She was still as organized as she was as a teacher, he thought with a smile. Jace watched in fascination as she cleaned up, and when she finished she smiled at him and offered him a clean wipe. He took it and wiped off his cock before tucking it back into his shorts again and buttoning and zipping his jeans. Truth be told, at that moment he didn’t care if he reeked of sex. He would gladly climb on top of the building and shout from the rooftops that he’d fucked Miss Morgan. He knew that would wear off as soon as the high did, and he’d be back to not wanting to talk about himself. But for the moment, he wasn’t ready to let go of that feeling just yet.

  Once they were all cleaned up and adjusted she reached up and put her hands on the sides of his face, touching him gently, almost maternally, and in the Miss Morgan way he remembered from all those years before she said, “I hope life as an adult has been kinder to you than it was as a child. You always deserved so much better than you got.”

  “It has been,” he lied to her with a smile. It was getting better anyway, and he had something he hadn’t had back then…hope. He had a million questions about her life swirling around in his brain. He wondered what happened with her and the biker. He wondered about her kid, and if she was still teaching. But he always assumed everyone else was as private as he was, so instead of asking her any questions, he bent down and softly pressed his lips into hers and said, “Thank you.”

  She smiled again and said, “Oh, thank you, baby boy. That was…incredible.” It was incredible and one of those experiences he would never forget. Jace had a lot of those, but most of them were bad. This one would get filed on the other side, with the few memories in his life that he cherished. He laughed to himself when he realized that Miss Morgan was in a few of those memories…playing very different roles.

  20

  Six Months Later

  Jace kept his job with Clay. Not only was he not going to abandon him after everything he’d done for Jace, but there was still the anger management classes and community service Jace had to finish, and he still made his twice weekly visits to Rosie. What changed, however, was that when he did have a free weekend, or vacation time that Clay insisted he used, he would go to the ranch and spend time there. The most exciting thing that happened was that he’d finally bought his own bike. It was used and not in great shape when he bought it, but he was slowly fixing it up, using whatever extra cash he had and whatever extra parts were lying around out in back of Clay’s shop that Clay had insisted he help himself to.

  When he was at the ranch, he helped out in the shop and in the fields; he helped with the building of a huge recreation center that Dax hoped to use someday to house homeless and abused teens. The more time he spent on the ranch, the more he learned about the Skulls, and the more impressed he was with their young president. For the most part, despite the community’s and the police’s impressions of him, Dax had a good heart. He wasn’t proud of that 1% patch the way some other clubs may have been. As a matter of fact, from everything Jace knew, Dax would ultimately like to get rid of that patch and that reputation altogether. The people who lived on the ranch worked hard, every day. They grew a lot of their own food and they took what they didn’t eat to the farmer’s markets in the area and sold it.

  They had one hell of a marijuana farm, most of it underground, and although Jace never smoked much, he was fascinated by the incredible setup they had. Dax had taken him on a tour of it one day and told him that most of what he saw, the plants growing without soil, healthy and thriving underground where the temperature could be controlled more easily without stealing too much energy from those above ground, was all due to ideas and even inventions that Dax’s mother Dallas had. Jace noticed that Dax’s emotions varied when he talked about his mother. The marijuana farm and her ingenuity made him appear proud, but then other times, especially when Dax was counseling one of the kids on the ranch that had gone off the rails and ended up in trouble, he’d use his own mother as an example of how he’d “beaten” the odds. Jace was curious about Dax’s upbringing, but thanks to his own reluctance to talk about his own, he wasn’t about to ask him any questions.

  On one of Jace’s trips to the ranch after prospecting, mostly long distance for six months, Dax surprised him by taking him into the office just off the great room of the clubhouse and saying, “I’d like to patch you in this week.”

  Jace was shocked. He honestly believed, since he was at the ranch so infrequently, that it would take years before he became a fully patched member. “Wow, okay. I didn’t expect it to be so soon.”

  Jace had noticed that Dax seemed more stressed than normal this trip. The only time he didn’t look a million miles away in thought was when his new old lady, Angel, was around. Jace wasn’t surprised at all that Dax had been the one to land the hot woman from Spirits that night, but it was interesting to watch the cool, calculated, almost constantly serious MC president let his guard down and stare across the room at her with nothing put pure love and awe in his eyes. Jace still hoped he’d find that someday, but he wasn’t optimistic.

  “To be honest,” Dax said, “neither did I. Not that I don’t think you’re ready, but most of my guys put in a lot more hours prospecting than you have, before they get a patch. The thing is, Jace, and this is what might change your mind about wanting to accept the patch, I need the manpower. I know you heard about the warehouse robbery, and Beezy getting shot.” Jace nodded. He’d heard all about the Sinners’ reign of terror in the Skulls’ territory and he knew that had to be a lot of what was on Dax’s mind these days, causing the lack of sleep that made his blue eyes swim against a background of red, bloodshot whites. Beezy had been shot and two other brothers, Scar and Franklin, had been arrested on parole violation charges. The bad word was that the numbers in the club were dwindling by the day and each man Dax lost gave the Sinners, and his mortal enemy Hawk, a bigger advantage in the war that Dax had never wanted to fight.

  “We have a job on Friday,” he went on. “It’s a huge one. It’s going to mean a lot of revenue for us. I’m going to be honest with you, and the other prospects I’m looking to patch before then, it might be a dangerous one. I wouldn’t normally even involve my prospects, but I desperately need manpower so I’m patching earlier than usual. We’ll be there on Friday, strictly to provide security, but the man we’re providing security for is moving something extremely valuable that the Sinners and the police will be interested in, if either of them find out. If you agree to accept the patch, I intend to give you a post on Friday. Once you’re patched into my club, nomad or otherwise, you will have the
option to speak your peace in church…but in the end, I’ll make the final calls, the final assignments….and my men go and do where and what they’re told. So, with that in mind…your safety as well as your freedom are on the line. I want you to think this over. I’ll need you to get back to me no later than tonight, however. I have to get my crew set and routes mapped out for Friday, soon.”

  “I don’t have to think it over,” Jace said. He had been thinking it over for a long time. He knew that the safest way to live his life and make sure he was always there to take care of Rosie would be to stay in the shop in Connecticut and as far away from the Skulls as possible. But, ever since Jace was six years old, he’d been told, time and time again, that he didn’t belong. He didn’t fit in. At twenty-seven years old, he’d only found two places that he felt like he didn’t stick out like a big, ugly sore thumb. One of those places was in the back of Clay’s shop working like a dog for little recognition, and the other was there on the ranch where everyone just seemed to accept him. Even the club girls seemed to accept him. Everyone had their own history and their own issues, and no one seemed to judge anyone else for theirs. In Jace’s mind the ranch was like that fictional place in the old, animated version of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. It was the “Island of Misfit Toys,” and Dax was the majestic, kindhearted but tough-as-nails lion that watched over them all, and even helped them find a place to fit in. He wanted that patch, and he was willing to risk his safety and his freedom for it.

  Dax cocked an eyebrow. “No?”

  “No. I want to be a part of this club. I’m eternally grateful that you’re willing to work around my other obligations as much as you can. I’ll give you one hundred percent, always, no questions asked.”

  Dax smiled and held out his hand. Jace took it and Dax said, “I knew you would. I just had a feeling the first time we met. I predict that you’re going to go far in this club, Jace.” Jace was used to not hoping for much; that way he wasn’t constantly disappointed. Even in this case, he was willing to be content with just having a place in the club, and whatever happened in the future, he’d roll with, like he always did. “I’m taking Angel for a ride Thursday morning, and then the party will happen in the afternoon. We’ll get you patched in and by Friday, you’ll be ready to ride with us.”

  Jace was excited, and anxious. He was worried that his skills on his bike and with a gun weren’t up to par. He did consider the fact that he wasn’t even supposed to be carrying a gun in the first place. He could be risking a three-year prison term if he got caught with it. Strangely, however, the draw to be a part of this MC, to finally belong to something bigger than himself, was stronger than any of the little nay-saying voices in his head. Dax had opened up his life and his home to Jace, and as with Clay, Jace felt like he owed him something in return. If it was his loyalty Dax wanted, then that’s what Jace would give him, to the death.

  Thursday morning, Jace was woken up by a knock on the door of his room at the club. When he pulled it open he saw that it was Gail, a nice-looking, very friendly club girl…or woman. She had to be in her forties, Jace thought, but after his encounter with Miss Morgan that night, he’d been looking at older women with a renewed interest. Gail ran her eyes over his mostly naked body. When he heard the knock he’d jumped out of bed and gone straight for the door wearing only his boxers. He felt a trail of heat where her eyes landed and a stirring in his cock that he could only hope wouldn’t turn into an obvious bulge in the front of his thin shorts.

  “Hey, Gail.”

  She smiled and his core tightened even more. He’d noticed that she was pretty before, but he’d never been alone with her, or close enough to smell her light, fragrant perfume, or half naked while she checked his body out…scars and all. “Good morning,” she said. “I’m sorry to wake you up but Dax just called over and asked us to let everyone know he’s calling a meeting in two hours and he wants you all there.”

  “Oh, okay. Thanks. I’ll shower and get ready.”

  She ran a tongue over her bottom lip and looked toward his bathroom. Was she coming on to him? After all this time, he still hadn’t really figured out how to read women and their cues very well. “We have breakfast ready downstairs if you’re hungry, and coffee.”

  “Great,” he said, “coffee sounds really good.”

  Her smile seemed to suddenly turn predatory and she licked her bottom lip again and said, “Why don’t you leave the door unlocked when you get into the shower and I’ll go down and grab you a fresh cup before those vultures down there drink it all?”

  Jace swallowed hard, trying to force the lump of anxiety from his throat. It landed in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t bad anxiety, but it was the type that was formed from his inexperience with women. “Sure, you don’t have to do that.”

  She winked at him. “I’d love to do it for you,” she said. “What do you take in your coffee? I’ll bet you like it sweet and creamy.” He barely managed to croak out an answer before she winked again and he was treated to the sight of her swinging hips and nice round ass as she walked away. Now he really needed a shower. He sighed and closed the door, hoping he could get into the shower and take care of the problem she had just saddled him with, before she got back with the coffee. He left the door unlocked and when he closed the bathroom door behind him, he left that unlocked too…just in case.

  Jace turned on the shower and stripped off his shorts while he waited for it to warm up. He kept his back to the giant mirror that covered the wall behind the sink. He still hated the sight of the scars on his body, and he still did his best to keep them covered. He liked when women looked at him the way that Gail just did…although it was rare. Looks like the one she gave him made him forget, if only temporarily, that he looked like a bigger, unhunched version of Quasimodo.

  The room started to steam up, and he reached over and cracked the door before opening the glass shower door and stepping inside. For a few seconds his mind was at rest, simply enjoying the feeling of the warm spray as it ran over his face and down his body. It was only when he turned his back to it and reached for the soap that he realized he had an audience. Gail was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching him. She had a mug of coffee in her hands and a smile on her face.

  “I’ll just sit this on the dresser,” she said, “and leave you to your shower. Unless of course you wanted company?” Her eyes fell to his cock, which had started to deflate before he saw her standing there. He didn’t have to look down to know it was revving up again.

  “I’d love some company,” he managed to say. Gail smiled again, set the coffee down, and started to undress. Jace’s list of reasons for loving the ranch just kept getting longer.

  21

  If Jace had any self-restraint, it wasn’t evident when Gail opened the shower door and stepped inside. For an older woman, she had a smoking hot body. Jace thought maybe her breasts had been enhanced, and possibly her ass too…but at a time like that, who the hell really cared? They looked good and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. He stepped back to let her in, but as soon as she pulled the glass door shut, he wrapped her up in his arms, pressed her back against the wet tile wall, and kissed her, passionately. Gail kissed back, twisting her hot, wet tongue up with his and then sliding it along the enamel surface of his teeth, and bringing it out to lick and then suck at his lips.

  The whole time they kissed, they were under the spray of the shower and when Jace pulled back to give her some air, Gail’s sexy body was glistening with droplets of water that slid slowly down her curves. Jace watched them and as he did, he visualized his tongue following the same path. Emboldened by the fact that her brown eyes were filled with lust, he grabbed her waist again and pulled her body into him, letting his mouth attack her neck this time and his hands glide over her soft, wet body. He slid them down over her round butt cheeks, and then back to the curve of the small of her back, eventually finding his way to the perfectly shaped, large breasts. He brought his head back up
and stepped back so he could get his hands around them and his eyes could drink them in. Just looking at those rosy red nipples made his cock ache, and when he leaned down and caught one of those hard nipples in his mouth, it throbbed.

  Gail let out a little gasp as he ran his tongue around the nipple and began to flick it back and forth while caressing and massaging the other one with his hand and fingers. She arched her back and rubbed her body into him while he made love to first one breast and then the other. The sounds she was making encouraged him, and he sucked at them like he was starving and she was his first meal in weeks. He let go of the breast he had in his hand and let it run down her body toward her pussy. Her body convulsed when his fingers brushed against the top of her mound. Letting the second breast fall from his lips, he straightened up and looked down at her face. He wanted to watch her expression when he touched her pussy. He loved the look of a woman in ecstasy; it did almost as much for him as his own physical pleasure.

  She locked her big brown eyes into his and rocked against his hand, urging him to go lower, without speaking. Jace didn’t tease her long. He let two of his big fingers trace the outline of her puffy pink pussy lips and even with the shower spraying down on top of them, he could feel the difference between the thick creaminess of the moisture her body was making and the warm water. He groaned when he felt how wet she was, and when she arched her back so that her hips were tipped up toward him, he slipped a finger into her pussy and they both groaned. She began moving her hips immediately, fucking herself on that one finger. She had her head tipped back, her wet hair dangled from her body, and her eyes were closed. With his free hand, Jace reached behind her and turned off the water and then he slid a second finger up inside of her and felt the walls of her pussy contract.