“I don’t know what would make you think that. I never once said that.”
“Really?” She pauses for a second before speaking again. “Look up.”
“What for…” I look up and my breath gets sucked right from my lungs at the sight of Ace walking through the yard right toward us with King at his side.
He’s here. I feel like that weight is gone, that I can breathe easier now. I don’t know if that feeling should scare the fuck out of me or not.
He’s wearing that damn baseball cap again, and the way his intense gaze is trained on me as if he wants to devour me right where I sit, has me squeezing the beer bottle tighter.
I find myself looking away.
Ace keeps walking straight toward me, and before I know it, he’s kneeling in front of me and grabbing the beer from my hand.
He doesn’t say anything as his gaze meets mine and he tilts the beer back, drinking half of it in one go. When he pulls the bottle away, a little bit spills on his lips and I can’t help but notice how sexy it is when he wipes it away with his tongue.
“Vanilla,” he whispers with a twisted little grin, leaning in close to smell my lips. “You probably shouldn’t wear that on your lips unless you want me to lick it off.”
He stands and winks before walking into the house and leaving me sitting here with my damn heart practically beating out of my chest with excitement at the idea of his tongue on my lips again.
Ace Locke is so sexy that I can hardly handle it.
I’m so caught up in what he just said that it takes me a few seconds to realize that he never gave me my beer back.
He’s good at getting what he wants, so I don’t doubt that he did it on purpose to lure me away from everyone, but still I find myself doing what I do next, feeling like I need to.
“I need another beer.” I stand up and wipe my sweaty palms down the front of my jeans, my nervousness claiming me, taking hold, refusing to get control. “I’ll be right back.”
I swallow down my nerves and make my way into the house, fully aware that Ace could be hiding somewhere in the darkness, waiting for the moment I step into his trap.
With my heart racing, I walk through the kitchen and, just as I’m about to turn down the hallway, Ace backs me against the wall, closing me in with his strong body.
My breathing picks up when his rough hands grab my wrists and pin them against the wall above me.
Silently, he watches me, as if he’s trying to figure me out.
He slowly moves in closer, teasing me with his lips close to mine, but stops before there’s any contact. His mouth twists into a satisfied grin when he notices my chest quickly rising and falling. The anticipation of what he’s going to do next moves through my veins.
Closing his eyes, he squeezes my wrists tighter and gently runs the tip of his tongue over my lips, tasting me.
“You didn’t take it off…”
I find myself breathless as I attempt to speak. “Didn’t have any reason to…”
“Fucking good, Angel.”
Slowly, he lowers one of his hands down my arm until he moves it around to grip my throat and lightly squeeze.
It’s then that I feel his massive erection pressing against my belly.
I should attempt to get away, leave before I no longer have that option, but I don’t.
Instead, I close my eyes and moan out as he thrusts his hips further against me, completely unashamed that my taste has aroused him.
“That’s all I needed to hear…”
He releases my throat long enough to yank his cap off and toss it aside. Then he squeezes my throat a little harder than before. His actions have me breathing so heavily that he lets out a small laugh before he speaks against my lips. “Don’t go passing out on me, Angel. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”
As soon as he speaks the last word, he sucks my bottom lip into his sexy mouth, causing me to moan out and grip at his muscled arm, digging my nails in.
His teasing has my body on edge, about ready to explode just from the anticipation alone.
But I have a feeling he already knows this, because he seems to be enjoying it a hell of a lot. This is even more torturous than last night.
With his mouth still on mine, he moves down to grip my thighs, pulling me up so that my legs are wrapped around his waist.
The feel of his erection has me so turned on that I accidently moan out his name.
This has his lips twisting into a smirk. “My name sounds damn good coming from your mouth, Angel. I can’t wait to make you scream it.”
My heart thunders, beating hard, like a war drum in my chest. I need to get myself under control.
“Are you two coming back… whoa… whoa… am I interrupting something here?”
I push my way out of Ace’s arms at the sound of my best friend’s voice. Once I have my thoughts clear, I look over to see Kadence smiling at me over the top of her beer bottle. I purse my lips. I know I won’t live this down. “No,” I say pathetically. “We were just grabbing some beers. You need another one? I’ll grab it.” I can hear myself rambling and I know my face is probably so damn red.
Clearing my throat, I squeeze by Ace’s hard body, which hasn’t moved an inch since I wiggled my way out of his arms, and move over to the fridge, opening it. My heart is pounding relentlessly as I reach for two beers, grab Kadence’s arm and quickly pull her outside, away from Ace.
“Looks like you two have been having a little more fun than you mentioned to me earlier.”
“Shut it,” I whisper. “We haven’t done anything.”
“Yet,” she says with a small laugh as we take our seats by the fire again. “Ace is going to erase the worries from your mind completely and soon you won’t even care about his dangerous side. You’ll crave it. Just wait.”
I know she’s not wrong about that and it terrifies me that he has the power to do that.
Ace Locke has the power to own me completely and he’s barely even touched me yet…
11
Ace
I can’t help but grin as I watch Melissa leave the house. She’s embarrassed that Kadence saw what we were doing. Hell, I don’t care if anybody watches, if anybody sees what I was doing with the woman I care about, with the woman I want as mine.
I’ll show every fucking asshole on this planet who has doubts that Melissa is mine. And she is, all of her.
She’s mine. There’s no doubt about that, no going around it.
Never in my life have I gone slowly, refrained from going after what I want. But with Melissa I’m taking my time. I want her to be right there with me, primed and ready for what I have to give her.
I walk over to the door and lean against the frame, staring out the screen and watching Melissa. She sits down in front of the fire, her body tense, the taste of her still on my lips. I reach out and adjust my cock, the bastard thick and long, painful.
My body knows she’s mine, and it reacts accordingly. My heart races, my muscles tense, and my cock gets harder than fucking steel. Just one look at her and I’m ready to go.
Damn, I want her so fucking badly. I want her on my bed, want to spread her thighs and devour her pussy. I know she’ll taste so sweet.
As slow as I am going, it is damn torture. But I can tell she is right here with me, wanting the same things I do. But I want her to know that she has control. I want her to see that I will never push her.
I feel myself smile as I watch her tip her head back and laugh. This isn’t just about sex where Melissa is concerned. I want her by my side. I want to defend her because she is mine, want to tell everyone that if they mess with her they’ll deal with me.
She looks back and our gazes clash. I smile and she returns the gesture. I want to go out there, pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs to a spare room.
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 thin
g, 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.
12
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.”
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