by Wade, Cara
Jessica felt her heart sink, and she nodded, opening her mouth to continue pleading her hopeless case.
Ace interrupted her, “But I like you. We’ll see what I can do.”
And that would have been the end of it, if Jessica hadn’t stepped forward. If Ace hadn’t kissed her.
Kissing Ace felt electric and nothing like kissing Troy. Where Troy was passionate and fiery, Ace just took what he wanted. He grabbed her hair gently, but firmly and kissed her like the world was ending. He tasted of smoke and whisky and it made Jessica’s knees go weak.
Ace took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted Jessica. He pushed her to her knees and Jessica, taken by surprise, let him.
Intense waves of arousal flooded her, leaving her breathless, flushed and confused. She was a good girl, she always had been. She was polite and careful and tried hard to keep her love of bikes and bad boys tucked firmly away.
And yet Ace seemed to see through all of that, cut through all of it like a knife. And he knew it. Blue eyes stared straight into her soul. He never broke her gaze as he undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.
As if under a spell, Jessica didn’t break away, didn’t pull away from him as he pulled his arousal out of his underwear. Jessica felt giddy, and Ace smirked, taking her silence as consent. And if Jessica was honest with herself… he wasn’t wrong.
Ace tangled his fingers in her neatly curled hair and pulled her towards him. Jessica gasped, her lips parting, his thick head pushing against her tongue. She moaned. She didn’t mean to, but he tasted amazing.
Before she knew what was happening, Jessica was sucking him off, on her knees outside of the meeting room, Troy only moments away. Her dress had ridden up a little and she had to brace herself on her hands and knees to properly take his girth. He was so big and Jessica blushed at the heat that was building between her thighs.
Fear of being caught tingled through her, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. Ace’s hand in her hair felt so good, the way he bucked his hips into her, his satisfied sighs made Jessica feel as though she was floating away from all of her problems.
Only when the door swung open, did Jessica feel a thrill of fear shoot down her spine. She tried to pull away, but Ace held her in place, one strong hand keeping her sucking.
She cast her eyes upwards, her heart pounding in her chest. Troy!
She braced herself for his anger, his disappointment, but instead, she heard him laugh, a low rumble as his boots echoed on the floor, “So you got the hint. Good.”
She felt him kneel behind her. She jumped as his strong hands lifted her dress, pulled down the silky underwear that protected her modesty.
“I hope you don’t mind if I join you.” His voice was a whisper against the back of her neck, but since she couldn’t answer, his question fell to Ace.
“Not at all.” Jessica thrilled at the way Ace’s voice wavered. Her own arousal was fierce, burning between her thighs, and Troy wasted no time.
She felt his impressive girth pressing at her entrance and she parted her thighs willingly to accommodate him. When Troy thrusted into her, Jessica thought she was going to pass out from pleasure. He quickly built up a rhythm, and Ace did the same. It was all Jessica could do to snatch a few shallow breaths of air, everything feeling so good. Her heart beat with wild abandon and pleasure, soaring with freedom, with ecstasy. She never wanted these feelings to end.
And yet she got closer and closer to the burning bliss inside her, the overwhelming need to find release.
And when she did, it was overwhelming. She climaxed hard, shivering and feeling the convulsions pulse through her. Ace and Troy were not far behind and Jessica relished the way she was made to swallow every drop of Ace’s pleasure, his hand never leaving her head while Troy thrusted in deeper and deeper until he too climaxed with a deep groan.
When Ace finally let go of her hair, Jessica was happy to collapse back into Troy’s arms. After a few more moments of catching their breath, Troy helped her to her feet. She straightened her dress hastily, a blush burnt into her cheeks as she neatened her hair and took a deep breath.
Ace was already moving away like nothing had happened, “Let’s continue the meeting, shall we?”
Jessica nodded, not used to this pace, but reassured when Troy smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. He didn’t seem to mind what had happened, and relief blossomed in Jessica’s heart. She hadn’t realized until now how much she wanted him in her life.
Feeling confident, though still shaky from the wild pleasure she had just felt, Jessica joined Ace in the room again, Troy constant and by her side.
***
Jessica sat alone in her house the next morning. When she heard a knock on the door, she almost didn’t answer it. Her stomach was in knots and she was expecting the worst. They’d be here to start the procedure of selling off her house, and Jessica was out of options. What else could she do, but let it happen?
Ace still hadn’t budged, after everything that had happened last night, and Jessica was left feeling sick and scared and foolish.
Despite that, the previous night still echoed in her mind, the whirl wind of pleasure and passion and freedom that didn’t fit in with the life she was leading now.
And any chance of living that kind of life were long gone, anyway. Even if she paid off the debts to the club through selling her house, she still had many other debtors who needed paying. She would be stuck in this life, this dead end job, until she died, and there was little she could do to change that.
When the knocking on the door became more insistent, Jessica picked herself up, making her way to the door and reluctantly pulling it open, “Yes?”
It was Troy. Jessica’s heart sank, but the butterflies in her stomach refused to be squashed at the sight of his figure in the doorway.
“I need to talk to you.” He walked straight past her, into the house without a second thought, leaving Jessica to shut the door and join him on the couch.
“It’s about your debts.” He was looking serious, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that Jessica couldn’t help but notice, “I talked to Ace last night and I think we’ve found a compromise.”
“What? Really?” The hope that Jessica had thought long dead started to kindle in her chest.
Troy shrugged, “You might not like it, but it’s better than losing your house, I guess.”
He fixed her with a stare, “Your background in public relations might be helpful to us.” He leaned back in the chair, “We’ve had some undue publicity lately, and we think it might be helpful to have someone with your… people skills… on our side, just to smooth things out”
He leaned forward, “So the deal is, you work for us, we write off your debts. Long-term contract, obviously.”
For a moment, Jessica wasn’t sure that she had heard him right. Then elation broke through, blossoming in her chest. The freedom she wanted, the chance to be with Troy, to quit the office job she hated… it was all in her reach. There was only one problem…
“What about my other debts?”
Troy shrugged, “You’ll have to figure that one out.” He pushed himself to his feet, smirking, “But your house is worth a lot, sweetheart, and you don’t really need one when you’re living on the road.”
He turned to head to the door, “Your choice. Let me know when you’ve made your decision, and I’ll pass on the message to Ace.”
“I’ll do it.” The words left Jessica in a rush, but even as she said them, she realized how much she meant them.
There was nothing left for her in this life, this house of broken promises, and a job that was going nowhere and a life with few friends. Troy was promising her a life free of the debts that had chained her, a life of freedom on the road, of excitement, passion and no responsibilities.
Having her house taken from her was one thing. Selling it willingly to pursue a life she loved, well… that was a different story entirely.
Troy turned back with a smug g
rin on his face, “Thought you’d say that.”
Jessica closed the distance between them with a few, quick steps, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt the warmth of him through the leather, the scent of leather and bikes that smelt like home to her.
She felt the possibilities that now stretched out before her, that would never have seemed possible if Troy had not opened her eyes, given her a taste of what she could have.
And when her lips met his, Jessica knew that she had made the right choice.
She was right where she belonged.
THE END
= Bonus Book 3 of 9 =
Never Ending Love
Book 1: The Rebound
Abbie sighed as she climbed off of the plane, just to head straight onto the train that would take her home. She absolutely loved her career as a dancer, which was great because she’d spent her whole life trying to achieve it, but it wasn’t as glamorous as she’d assumed it was going to be. She thought it would be exciting to travel the world, to see different places, and to dance for all kinds of weird and wonderful projects. But the reality of it was a lot of travelling, a lot of sitting around waiting, and a whole heap of very late nights. In fact, she spent most of her life absolutely exhausted!
The world tour that she’d just been on with a semi-famous female singer had been amazing. The celebrity might have been a massive, trouble-causing diva, but the rest of the dancers were great – and that made her job easier and a lot more fun to do.
However, the star had just been caught with cocaine around her nose by a newspaper photographer, and although it wasn’t public news just yet, it would be very soon, so they had been forced to cut the tour short while they sent her to rehab. Her clean cut (very false) image was about to be destroyed, and her PR team wanted to be on top of it before the story exploded.
Abbie was sad to leave all of her new friends behind in such an abrupt fashion, but she was very excited to get back to see her boyfriend of three years – Greg – whom she had missed like crazy whilst being away. They texted and spoke on the phone a lot, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him in person.
Greg had been acting a little strangely recently, and Abbie was convinced that she knew why. She thought that he was finally going to propose, and she absolutely couldn’t wait for it. She’d waited a long time for him to show any sign of taking their relationship to the next level, and she’d dropped enough hints, so it was definitely time.
She stared at the reflection of her tired expression in the window of the train, critically examining her long dark hair and her green sleepy eyes. This wasn’t how she wanted to see Greg for the first time after so much time apart, but she was also aware that he wouldn’t be bothered. That was the best thing about their relationship. They were so comfortable around one another. He loved her no matter what.
Abbie smiled secretly to herself, pleased that she’d kept this homecoming a secret. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when she burst in and completely surprised him.
He was going to be blown away!
***
Abbie crept through the front door, trying desperately to keep her giggles inside. The closer she got to seeing the love of her life, the more hysterical she became.
It was already late, so she knew that he would be in bed, and she half-expected to find him sleeping too. Despite that, she snuck quietly into the bathroom and made herself look a little more presentable, just in case. She smoothed down her hair and quietly washed her face, looking happier with each passing second.
The tiredness started to give way to something else, and she couldn’t wait another second longer.
“Honey, I’m hooome,” she sang out as she swung the bedroom door open.
But the sight that greeted her was the last thing in the world that she was expecting.
“What!?” she gasped, as her brain tried to process what she was looking at. Logically she understood perfectly, but it was taking a while for the emotional side of her to catch up on that. “What the fuck is going on?”
Greg was naked, on his knees on the bed, and in front of him, on all fours, was a woman that Abbie didn’t recognize. She was young, slim, blonde and very attractive. She actually noticed that fact before she realized that her boyfriend was fucking her.
This stranger was screwing the man she thought that she was going to marry.
“So… you aren’t going to propose then?” she heard herself asking stupidly.
“Oh my God, oh fuck,” Greg finally snapped into action and he pushed himself off of the stranger. “Oh shit, Abbie, what the hell are you doing home?” He ran his hands through his hair, looking like he wanted to tear some of it out. “I didn’t think… you aren’t supposed…”
“No,” she gasped, trying to actually get some breath back into her body. “I’m not supposed to be here. I’m still supposed to be away working.”
She watched in horror as the girl threw the bed sheets – Abbie’s bedsheets – over her naked body, growing redder by the second. She couldn’t work out if this girl knew about her or not… but she certainly looked more embarrassed than shocked.
But she didn’t matter. Not really – it was him in the wrong.
“Abbie…” said Greg. He put his hands on her shoulders and she flinched as if she’d been burned.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she snapped angrily. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me!”
“Abbie, I’m sorry,” he continued pathetically. “I didn’t mean…”
“You didn’t mean for me to find out,” she snapped, before spinning on her heels and walking back outside once more. She couldn’t be inside there anymore, trapped by that horrible atmosphere. It had been making her panicky and claustrophobic. It was much better out on the cold where she could actually sort out her brain.
The only problem was, what did she do now?
***
Living back with her parents at the grand old age of twenty-four was not how Abbie envisioned her life, but she hadn’t been left with any choice. Her cheating scumbag boyfriend had made that decision for her.
Her breakup with Greg had quickly gone from awful and emotional, to downright nasty and she’d been left with no choice but to return to the city. It was unfortunate that as a very successful banker, he earned a lot more than she did. The house they had lived in belonged to him outright, so that left her with nothing.
She eventually found out that the woman he was screwing that day was just a random chick – even he didn’t know her. She was just one of many, which made Abbie feel very sick. Greg had obviously been acting like a single man the entire time they were together, which was horrendous. She’d been dedicated to him, faithful to him, and he hadn’t cared about her at all.
She wasn’t sure what that said about her judgment, only that it wasn’t good. She’d loved a man that had done nothing but fuck her over.
Luckily the one good thing about her being back at home was that it had allowed her to reconnect with her old school friend, Lauren. They’d been best friends through most of their youth, and had only drifted apart when Abbie moved in with Greg, so it was nice for them to find each other once more.
It certainly helped Abbie to begin the awful moving-on process.
“Come on,” Lauren moaned on the phone. “You’ve been back for weeks now and we haven’t been out once. This party will be great, I promise you.”
Abbie still wasn’t quite feeling up to it, but as this party had been organized by Lauren’s event management company she couldn’t see any way that she could say no.
“Okay, I’ll be there,” she sighed. “What should I wear?”
She suddenly panicked about the lack of decent clothing that she had sitting in her wardrobe. As she spent most of the time on the road, she had started to live in sweat pants, using only the fancy outfits they were given on set to make herself look good.
“Don’t worry,” Lauren insisted. “We get sent hundreds of outfits from designers wanting to get thei
r clothes photographed. I’ll send something over to you this afternoon.”
“Okay, thanks.” That was the clincher. There was no way that she could get out of it now! “I’ll see you then.”
That afternoon, and as the party grew closer, Abbie tried to get herself in the mood, but she couldn’t stop herself from dreading it like crazy…
***
“Woah,” even Abbie couldn’t help but be impressed as she stared at herself in the mirror. The dress that Lauren had sent over was truly amazing. It was full-length and a gorgeous red, and it clung to every curve in a way that made her toned dancer body look amazing.
It was such a great dress that it meant she didn’t even need to do much else to get ready. She could easily get away with natural-looking make up and her hair hanging down her back. She still looked terrific.
In fact, it might have been the best that she’d ever looked in her entire life; a thought that was enough to actually have her feeling some more confidence inside of her. Enough to actually make her smile, something she had not done in a very long time.
“Okay Abbie,” she told herself. “Let’s do this for Lauren – who knows, it might even be fun!”
Even though she still didn’t believe herself completely, she found herself agreeing, a little bit. Yes, it might really be fun.
Abbie crept down the stairs, not wanting to bump into her parents on her way out. She’d been doing her best to avoid them ever since being home, and this felt like another night for that. She didn’t like being back with them, and although she was eternally grateful for their support, she couldn’t wait to get back out on the road again.
“Bye sweetie!” her mom called out, spotting her. “Have fun.”
“Thanks,” Abbie grumbled, feeling more like her teenage self than she had done in a very long time. “Bye.”
When the cab finally pulled up outside the hall where the party was being held, she couldn’t help but be blown away. Abbie had known that her friend was important these days, but she hadn’t realized quite how much. It was hardly surprising – Lauren had always been a go-getter – but she still felt a massive sense of pride for everything that Lauren had managed to achieve.