“Take off your clothes for me,” he demands in a low, deep voice, one that lets me know this isn’t going to be slow and gentle. I already knew that, but it’s another affirmation of who I am with.
And then I’m removing my clothes, feeling like Ace is the predator and I’m his prey.
That analogy can’t be further from the truth.
I know that after tonight there really is no going back. But then again, I am already Ace’s.
I have been since the moment I saw him. I just didn’t know it yet.
19
Ace
My cock hardens even more as I stand back and watch Melissa undress herself. Fuck, how it hurts to not be inside her right now, taking her hard and rough against every surface in this room.
She moves slow, almost as if to tease me, and it’s driving me fucking mad, twisting me up until I feel as if I’m about to explode.
I can’t handle the wait any longer.
Closing the distance between us, I press my body against hers as I back her to the wall and brush my lips against her smooth neck. “I need it all off,” I growl. “I need you naked, Angel.”
She lets out a small gasp as I move my mouth around to the front of her neck and gently dig my teeth in before licking her skin where I just bit her. “You’re mine, Melissa. After tonight, no other man will get to kiss you…” I move my lips up to brush over hers. “To taste you. And honestly, after knowing you’ve been with me, no other man will want to come near you for fear of me breaking their fucking legs and arms. This is it.”
I hear her swallow before she lets out a soft “I’m ready,” across my lips, confirming what I already knew from the first moment we kissed. She’s already mine.
As soon as the words leave her mouth, my hands are gripping her waist and flipping her around to press her front against the wall. The feel of her round ass against my hard cock has me moaning and biting my bottom lip with need.
She’s about to be fucked by the most dangerous Locke brother of us all, when in the beginning, she feared us and wanted nothing to do with us.
Fuck, how that turns me on.
I move my hands down her body, slow at first, but the moment I reach the top of her thong, I rip the thin material down her legs and slam my body against hers, unable to be gentle with her.
“Take your jeans off, Ace.” She sounds needy as she grips at the wall, taking heavy breaths. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Pressing her harder into the wall with my hips, I undo her bra, pulling the straps down her arms before grazing my teeth over her neck, right over the pulse that throbs beneath her ear. My cock jerks.
With a deep growl, I reach between our bodies and undo my jeans, sliding them down enough to pull my hard cock out and slide it against her ass.
I take my hand and slap her ass a few times, causing her to throw her head back and moan out, my cock now so fucking close to her needy pussy. The sound of her moans has me close to coming all over her ass, before I can even get inside of her.
I position myself at her pussy, feeling how hot and wet she is, how tight and mine she is. I lean in and growl into her ear, “Hold on tight, Angel.”
With that, I slam into her.
I do it so fucking hard that she turns her head and bites into my arm, cussing from the intrusion of me stretching her pretty little pussy.
Groaning against the back of her neck, I wrap my fingers into her long hair and pull as I use my other hand and reach around to grip her throat, pulling her back so I can graze my teeth along the side of her neck.
My thick cock fills her, taking her deep and hard, her wetness coating me as I claim her as mine.
Something in me snaps and I start thrusting back and forth, shoving my big, thick cock deep in her wet, hot pussy. She’s wet, so damn wet that the juicy sounds of me fucking her fill my head, echoing off the walls. I’m grunting like a damn animal, but I can’t help it. I’m finally claiming Melissa as mine, and there’s no going back.
I have my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into her sides. I know there will be bruises in the morning, but I like that. I want my mark on her, want anyone who sees her to know who she belongs to. And she belongs to me, the same way I belong to her.
I push into her and pull out several more times, both of us moaning, sweat covering our bodies. I could fuck her against the wall all night long, but I want her on my bed, covered in my scent.
I force myself to pull out of her, both of us groaning in disappointment. I have her turned around and on my bed in seconds flat. She’s breathing hard, fast, her breasts shaking slightly, her nipples pink and hard, the tips making my mouth water. I reach down and grab my cock, stroking myself from root to tip, about to come just from the look of her.
Her legs are slightly spread, her pussy bare of any hair. I love that she shaves, love that I can see how pink and glossy she is, how primed I’ve made her. I start jerking off faster and harder, wishing my cock was in her pussy again, but I’m too aroused to even move. My dick is slightly slick from being buried deep inside of her, and I need that hot wetness coating me again.
I’m on her before I can even think, this primal instinct taking over. I force her legs apart with my hands on her inner thighs, this small gasp leaving her. I align myself at her pussy again, staring right into her eyes as I thrust in deep and hard.
The force of my action has her moving up the bed. She closes her eyes, tips her head back, and opens her mouth on this silent cry. I move my hands up to her waist, digging my fingertips into her again. And then I really fuck her.
In and out.
Faster and harder.
I’m growling like a madman, unable to stop myself. I’m holding off from coming because I want this to last, because I want to feel her cunt squeezing me as she climaxes.
“Come for me, squeeze me, Melissa. Get the cum out of me.” Fuck, I’m a dirty bastard. And then she cries out and obeys so damn nicely. I feel her pussy clenching around my dick, drawing my seed from my balls. I can’t hold off, not when she feels so damn good.
She cries out and I groan, my cock feeling like it’s getting strangled. I’m not going to be able to hold out. I don’t want to. I pull out and push back in. Pull out and push back in. On the third thrust I bury myself completely in her, my balls slapping her ass, my orgasm rushing up.
I fill her with my seed, make her take it all. The pleasure is intense, consuming. Only when I feel the ecstasy start to wane do I pull back, slipping from her tight pussy for a moment. I keep her legs spread open with my hands as I stare at where I was just buried. And then I see my cum start to slip from her body.
I slip back inside of her, keeping my seed where it belongs. I look at her face, seeing her drowsy, post-euphoric expression and feel possessive and territorial.
“You are mine.”
20
Melissa
I can barely catch my breath from the way Ace fucked me just now. I thought I was ready. That I’d be able to handle his rough possessiveness in the bedroom, but truthfully, I’ll be surprised if I can walk out of here after the way he just claimed me.
How will I be able to do that when I can barely even move because my legs are shaking so damn hard below his body?
“Are you okay, Angel?” His muscles flex above me as he lowers his soft mouth to hover over my mine. “This… the way I just fucked you was me holding back. It’s too soon for me to give it to you like I fucking crave to. You’re not ready for me yet.”
“What if I am?” I ask on a whisper, closing my eyes as his tongue flicks out to run across my lips. “I’m ready for all of you, Ace.”
He lets out this deep, throaty laugh and grips my chin, pulling it up so our eyes meet. With his gaze locked on mine, he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, causing me to let out a small cry as he bites me. Hard. So hard that it draws blood.
Then he takes his tongue and moves it across the wound as if to ease the pain he just caused. “Not yet.”
I lay
back and stare at him as he watches me for a moment. He’s yet to pull out of me and the thought of his cum inside of me, filling me, has me remembering a really important fact.
“You never asked me if I was on birth control,” I point out, feeling a bit anxious over just having unprotected sex. I should be freaking out more, but something in me is holding that down, telling me everything will be fine.
“Because I don’t care if you are or not. I was going to fill you with my cum either way.” His breath hits my lips as he speaks and for some strange reason, the fact that he came in me without asking has me completely turned on. “You’re mine,” he whispers against my lips, while moving his fingers down in between our bodies, possessively. “It’s been a very long time since I was with a woman and I’ve always used protection … up until now. You’re different, special. I want your pussy filled with my seed every fucking night, Angel.”
With a growl, he pulls out of me and spreads my legs apart, bringing his hands up to grip my thighs. His lips curve into a satisfied grin as he looks down, no doubt seeing his cum slipping out of my pussy. “So fucking perfect.”
After a second of just staring at me, he stands up and reaches for his shirt to wipe me off with. My heart races in my chest as I watch him clean me off and toss the shirt aside.
His naked body is pure perfection as he stands before me and it’s hard for me to pull my gaze away, but I manage to long enough for me to crawl out of bed and get dressed, too.
When I turn back around, he’s standing there, naked, with a cigarette hanging between his lips as he watches me.
“I should get going now.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just lights up his smoke and opens the window, before walking over to lock his bedroom door.
He doesn’t have to say anything. I know he’s telling me to stay, and to be honest I want the same thing.
* * *
Ace
I don’t want Melissa to go. Ever. Although I’m not a dumb fuck, and I know she can’t be by my side at all times, the possessive fucker in me wants her locked in my room.
I sit in a chair in the corner and watch Melissa sleep. The soft rise and fall of her stomach underneath a thin sheet. The sheet has fallen just below her breasts, and my focus is trained on the perfect mounds, the fact her nipples are hard, the cool air kissing them. She is perfect.
She is mine.
She might have been afraid of the person I am, the things I do. But she is strong. She came with me, saw me in action, well, as much as I’d allow her to see. I didn’t want her witnessing the gruesome and violent things I did even if it was the life the Lockes led.
I also don’t want to hide who I am from her. And the fact she hasn’t run screaming tells me she is perfect for me. I was right about that from the beginning.
I stand up and leave my room, shutting the door softly behind me. I know she’s going to be hungry when she wakes up, so I head down to the kitchen to make us some food.
I see Sterling at the table, a half-eaten plate pushed aside, his foot kicked up on the edge of a chair. He’s shirtless, with his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, and his hair a wild fucking mess. The asshole doesn’t even live here anymore, but him and Wynter still stay here some nights.
Looks like I’m not the only one who claimed my woman last night. He gives me a funny look and I grin, shaking my head, telling him without words to not even ask. What I share with Melissa is pretty fucking private. Even though I love my brothers and would die for them, kill for them, talking about being with Melissa is not something I want to do.
Which to be honest is pretty damn strange, given the fact I don’t hide anything from Aston or Sterling.
“Looks like you had a long night,” Sterling says, amusement in his voice.
I look over at my brother and scowl. “I could say the same thing to you.” I laugh. “Looks like you’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.” Sterling snorts and runs a hand over his face.
“Dude,” he shakes his head. “I’m not even going go into my relationship with Wynter, but I can see you’re right there with me where Melissa is concerned.” Sterling grins. “And it’s about damn time you fell hard.”
And then Aston comes in, the third Locke looking worse than either of us. Sterling and I both start laughing, knowing that all of us are good and fucked where our women are concerned.
Aston stops and stares at us, his brows furrowed. “You guys look like shit, like you got no fucking sleep last night.”
I look at Sterling and we both start laughing harder.
Hell, all of us are sure as fuck something to look at now. Yeah, I did fall pretty fucking hard. But hell, I’d bring down the whole damn world if it meant Melissa was happy.
I grab some food and go back upstairs, head into my room and shut the door softly. I set the food aside, get undressed, and slip under the covers beside Melissa. She smells so damn good, and her body is so soft, so warm. I feel her stirring beside me, and she shifts, turning over so she’s looking at me now, this sleepy expression on her face.
I don’t say anything, just cup her face and lean in, kissing her softly. After long seconds we’re both breathing hard. My cock is stiff as fuck, pressing against her belly, needing to be inside of her. I roll her over so she’s now on her back. I am on top of her, using my knee to spread her thighs, fitting my body between them, my cock running between her folds.
I kiss her again, reach between our bodies, and align myself at her pussy. And then I thrust in nice and slow. I’m not fucking her right now, even though I want to go fast and hard, be raw and rough. I take my time, pushing in and pulling out, driving her higher, making things hotter.
She’s so fucking wet for me, and the soft mewls she makes has me becoming frenzied. But I go slow, make this sweet and gentle. This might be the only time I am like this, but right now this is how it has to be.
Right now this is what I want with Melissa. She’s mine, every part of her, and I want to take my time, savor every moment I have with her.
Because after this moment there won’t be any more making love. There will just be hardcore claiming my woman.
21
Melissa
I got off work an hour ago, but came home first to change for the bonfire that’s at Ace’s house tonight. The fact I’ll get to see him, maybe even make what we have official in some capacity, makes my heart speed up. I’m done hiding, pretending like I am too afraid of my own feelings to let them be known. I want the whole damn world to know that Ace is mine and I’m his.
I’ve slept the last two nights at his place and have only been home for twenty minutes at a time, just long enough to grab clean clothes to change into before I head back to see him. He makes me feel whole, like the person I truly am has been dormant this whole time, just waiting for him to spark it to life.
This is the first time that I’ve been here for longer and it feels weird all of a sudden, like I’m in someone else’s place, as if this is no longer mine and Kadence’s home. A part of me feels a bit sad about that, simply because this has been my “safe place” for a while now, where I felt sheltered and safe.
But I feel that way with Ace, and no matter where I am, as long as he’s there I’m golden.
I grab the rest of my stuff and head out to my car. After tossing the bag in the backseat I climb behind the wheel, crank the engine, and turn on the radio. I drive around for a bit, wanting to take a moment to drive by mine and Kadence’s old place. Once I arrive outside I can’t help but look at the house across the street. It all started there, seemingly ages ago.
That’s when I first came in contact with the Locke brothers, when they weren’t just rumors to me. It’s then that I should have known I was in deep, that I couldn’t just ignore this … that I’d be swept under in the best of ways. When I saw Kadence with Aston I felt like she was living for the first time. I never told her, but I’d been jealous of her, envious of the kind of fire I saw between the two of them.
I h
ave that now, though. I have it for myself.
I finally arrive at the Locke property and already see a blazing bonfire lit up. There are chairs around the fire pit, and I immediately notice Sterling and Wynter, Aston and Kadence sitting around. I even see the Locke brothers’ Uncle Killian standing off to the side, a beer in his hand.
I park the car and cut the engine. As soon as I’m out I see Ace striding over, a grin on his face. My heart jumps to my throat. It seems whenever he’s around I get this instant reaction, like I haven’t seen him in years. Part of me knows that this won’t ever change, that it will always be like this between us.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his chest. He has his hand on my nape, tips my head to the side, and slams his mouth on mine. I can’t help but moan at the flavor of him as he strokes the seam of my lips with his tongue.
When he pulls away I’m left breathless, wanting more, craving it. I look over at the bonfire and can see the brothers and their women looking at us, each one wearing a smile. I feel my face heat. Although this is what I wanted. I want them to know I’m with Ace. Hell, I need everyone to know that he’s mine in the same way he wants them to know I’m his.
We’re not that different.
We walk over to the fire and he sits down, immediately pulling me onto his lap and holding me close. It feels good being on his lap, his arms around me, everyone staring at us. I don’t feel weird that we have all this attention. It’s what I want, what I need.
I turn and look at Ace, and feeling my emotions rise up, I’m the one who kisses him this time. I press my tongue to his lips, stroking so he opens for me, and then I delve inside. I’m normally not so wanton or brazen. I like when Ace takes control, has the power. But I want him to see, to feel that I’m right here with him, that I want him as much as he wants me.
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