by Zoey Parker
Jace grinned. It was a grin that didn’t exactly suit him—both boyish and charming. It intrigued me; I started wondering just what other qualities Jace had that I’d never laid eyes on.
As he herded me out of the room and into his car, I felt myself sinking into a warm place of surprising contentment. Despite whatever happened with my father’s death, part of me wanted to trust Jace. Part of me wanted to stick around, even though I had no idea what was going to happen between us. Part of me wanted to find out.
“You nervous?” Jace winked at me and I felt my heart flutter in my chest.
It had never been like this with Troy. I had a feeling if Jace caught me on a hormonal day, I’d start crying at his niceties just because. He was so nice to me, and he didn’t have to be nice to me at all. After all, he was the leader of The Silent Havoc. Bikers aren’t exactly known for their kindness and goodwill towards others. But Jace was really proving himself, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future would hold.
“A little,” I said. A blush came over my face. Jace looked deep into my eyes before he started the car. I giggled.
“What’s so funny?”
I shrugged. “Nothing,” I said after a beat. “I just realized I’ve never seen you behind the wheel of a car before. You’re always on a bike.”
Jace laughed. “That’s true,” he said, nodding his head.
We didn’t talk for the rest of the ride downtown. The Marquette City Hall building was nicer than I’d expected, done up in marble with gold trim. It looked like it was trying too hard to be Boston, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t always like living in Marquette, but I appreciated that we weren’t stuck out in the country. At least there was always something going on, at least there was always life.
“Check out the crowd,” Jace said under his breath. We parked the car in a garage across the street and I gaped. There was a line of couples stretching outside the door. It was funny to realize that all of these people were getting married, too, that all of them would have the same wedding anniversary date as Jace and me. That is, if you stay married, I thought to myself. You might wind up getting divorced. He did offer.
That thought troubled me. I hadn’t really taken into consideration just what Jace and I were doing together. We were both giving up a measure of freedom. This meant neither one of us would be able to date other people, or have serious relationships. This wasn’t the natural way to get married. It was shocking to me to realize everyone else was there because they loved each other.
“You’re being quiet,” Jace observed. “What happened to Katie the Chatterbox?”
I blushed. When I was little, my dad always called me a chatterbox because I couldn’t ever stop talking. I’d never been self-conscious about it until I grew up and went to college. Troy told me he thought it was unattractive when women babbled all the time without actually saying anything. Now, I wondered if he’d changed me for good.
“It’s just weird,” I said finally. “All these people are getting married, too, but they’re doing it the real way.”
Jace shook his head. “You don’t know that,” he said. “Some of these women could be pregnant, and the guy’s just trying to do the right thing. Or maybe they’re in a situation more like ours.” He winked at me.
I was dying to ask him just exactly what that meant, but I didn’t get the chance. A stern-looking female guard with close-cropped hair stepped in front of us.
“Get in the back of the line,” she ordered brusquely. “I don’t have time for people who cut today.”
I giggled again. It sounded absurdly loud, but to my pleasure, Jace joined in. By the time we were at the back of the line, I realized we were probably going to be there for a while.
An hour later, the same woman, looking even more irritable, was pulling us into a small, windowless room. No matter how nice the Marquette City Hall looked from the outside, the inside looked like a Soviet-era bunker. Everything was painted cinder block and utilitarian wood furniture.
A large judge in black robes stood up. He smiled at me. “That’s a nice looking couple,” he said to the guard. She rolled her eyes and left.
“Thanks,” Jace said to the judge. He reached into his pocket and handed over a slip of paper. “This is our license.”
I frowned. I didn’t know how he’d managed to get that taken care of without me, but I wasn’t going to ask any questions now.
“Good,” the judge replied. He looked from Jace to me and back again. “Y’all ready to do this?”
“Ready as ever,” I said under my breath.
The judge had us move to the center of the room and hold hands. When I touched Jace’s skin, sparks jumped between us. I looked into his eyes, which were wide with surprise, and found myself blushing. The skin of his hands was rough but calming to the touch, and I realized, finally, I was starting to relax.
I wished I could have remembered anything the judge said. He kept telling us not to let anything come between us, and then finally he asked Jace if he had the rings. He nodded and handed over two yellow gold bands.
I raised my eyebrows, but I knew I couldn’t ask. What the hell was Jace Carver doing with a couple of wedding bands? We’d just decided on this yesterday. Had he gone out somehow and bought them? Were they heirlooms?
I didn’t have time to think about it anymore; Jace was slipping the ring onto my left hand. It fit perfectly, and I looked down, staring at the band of gold. “Wow,” I said softly.
“It’s a big deal, honey,” the judge said with a grin, misinterpreting my shock. “Congratulations, y’all.”
“Thanks,” Jace and I echoed. The guard came to show us out.
“We’re married,” I said softly as soon as we’d left City Hall. We were standing on the grand front steps. The line had disappeared; marriage court hours were almost over for the day. “I can’t believe it.”
Jace grinned at me. “So, what do you wanna do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s just go home,” Jace said. “Come on.”
In the car back to his house, the atmosphere was different between us. It felt changed somehow, like getting married had somehow put another spark there. Or maybe it’s not that, I thought. Maybe you’re just not nervous anymore, and you’re actually able to enjoy his company.
I shook my head. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, but I was determined not to keep any preconceived notions in my head. If this was married life, I knew I had to try to adjust. My life was going to be completely different than it had been before, and it wasn’t going to return to normal. No matter what I did, this was how things were now.
“How are you feeling?” Jace reached across the seat and slid his hand between my thighs.
It sent an unexpected shock of pleasure through my body and I fought a blush. “I’m fine,” I said. My voice sounded strange and husky. When I swallowed, I realized I could feel myself getting wet between the legs. All the feelings from the day before suddenly came rushing back to me in an instant: the lust, the passion, the desire for Jace to grab me and make me his. I shuddered.
“You okay?” Jace raised his eyebrows. “You’re squirming a little.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be nervous.” He slid his hand higher on my leg and I felt another chill of lust. “Everything’s going to be fine, Katie.”
When we pulled into the driveway, I kept waiting for him to lean over and kiss me. For a second, I thought he was going to do just that; he twisted in his seat, leaned over, and put a hand close to my face. But then I realized he was just unhooking my seatbelt.
“Come inside,” Jace said with a twinkle in his eye.
The tension between us was mounting, and I could feel my breath coming faster and faster. “Okay,” I managed to say in a small voice.
In the foyer, Jace grabbed me and pulled me close to his muscular body. He leaned down and held his lips mere inches away from mine. I struggled upwards in vain
, desperate to kiss him.
Jace grinned at me. “You want this?”
I nodded. Before I could reply, Jace savagely pressed his lips to mine. Tension flooded my body and I moaned softly into his mouth as Jace parted my lips with his tongue. Arousal flared in my lower belly as Jace wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close in his muscular arms. Shivering at his touch, I managed to arch my back and press my breasts against Jace’s chest.
“You wanna go upstairs?” He broke the kiss and looked down at me with a playful, lustful expression on his face.
All I could do was nod.
Chapter 8
Jace
When I got Katie in my bedroom, I was amazed at what happened next. She came at me like a lust-crazed animal, like a cat in heat, like someone dying to be satisfied.
Katie’s mouth covered mine and her hot little tongue slipped into my mouth. I groaned as I felt her wrap her slim thighs around my waist. Katie hung her arms around my neck and used them to hold herself up in the air, grinding her body against mine in a furious display of passion.
“Oh god, Jace,” Katie groaned. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Neither had I, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. As we moved closer to the bed, Katie lowered her face into my neck and began sucking and licking at the exposed skin. Lust shot through me and I could feel my cock, hard as anything, twitching in my pants. Katie smelled like cinnamon and a woman’s arousal, and I was dying to bury my head between her legs and make her come over and over again.
We flopped down together in a tangle of skin and limbs. Katie was already reaching her hands under my shirt and slipping it over my head. When she saw my chest, she gasped.
“I know, baby,” I said in a teasing voice. “I work out.”
Katie shook her head. She ran her fingers along a couple of ragged scars. “What are these?” She looked up at me, her green eyes wide with concern. “What happened to you?”
I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to talk about my old battle wounds. “Nothing, baby,” I said. “Come here.”
Katie looked at me with lust shining in her eyes. Her lips were parted and her breath was coming in soft, damp bursts. She licked her gorgeous red lips and tossed her hair over one shoulder, keeping her eyes locked with mine as she reached behind herself and started unzipping her dress.
My eyes practically bulged out of my head as Katie wiggled out of the dark blue lace. Her tits popped out, showing massive cleavage, and I let out a low moan as she peeled the fabric off her taut body. Katie was pale, but her toned muscles bulged as she stretched on the bed. When she was done, she was clad only in a strapless bra and a pair of pale blue panties.
“These are nice,” I said with a smirk as I pointed towards her crotch. Katie blushed furiously. She crossed her arms over her chest, making her tits pop out. My eyes practically bulged out of my head.
I unzipped my pants and yanked them down until I was only in briefs. My erection was straining the front and Katie smiled when she saw me.
“You like?”
She blushed harder. I crawled on the bed and got in between her legs, slapping the insides of her thighs so she’d spread farther apart. When Katie’s legs were almost in the splits, I could smell her delicious pussy wafting up towards me. The scent made me want to tear the fabric away from her and fuck her, but I knew I wanted to tease her a little bit first.
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer. Katie gasped as I nuzzled her pussy through the wet crotch of her panties. She smelled delicious, and I closed my eyes, deeply inhaling the scent. I slid the crotch to the side and slipped a finger inside of her. She was incredibly tight and soaked with moisture; I felt my cock spasm just from touching her. As I leaned down and fastened my lips around her clit, she let out a low, liquid moan that turned into a wail. The nub of flesh was hard in my mouth and I knew I was pleasing her. Katie was arching her back and tossing her red mane around in the air.
“That feels so good, Jace, oh my god,” Katie shrieked. She buried her hands in my hair, moving her hips in time with my licks, covering me in her juices.
I closed my eyes and sucked and licked her clit in slow circles until I felt her muscles start to convulse. She let out a cry that sounded almost pained. Every muscle in her body clenched tightly underneath of me and she strained her hips until I could see the sweat shining on her pale skin.
Getting to my knees, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I like the way you taste, baby,” I told her as I tugged off my briefs.
Katie watched me with gaping eyes. She reached behind herself and snapped her bra, slowly pulling it away from her perfect, rounded breasts. My cock stiffened and twitched when I saw her pink nipples were perfectly erect.
I decided I had to taste them and, rather than allowing her up, I pushed Katie back down on the bed. Fastening my mouth over one of her perfect nipples, I sucked and sucked. I could feel her body shaking and shivering underneath mine, and I knew the time to fuck her was rapidly approaching.
“God” I moaned as I pulled my head away from her chest. “I wanna fuck you so badly.”
Katie grinned at me. Before I knew what she was doing, she was already sitting up and pushing me away from her chest. She traced her nails down my chest, making me shiver with lust. She gave me a coy grin as she hooked her fingers in the elastic of my briefs and tugged them down. My cock bobbed free and I groaned as she wrapped a soft hand around the base and slowly started to pump up and down.
Katie gave me a wicked grin as she got down on all fours and crawled towards me. I was mesmerized by the sight of her ass bobbing in the air. I wanted to grab her and run my tongue from the end of her ass to her clit, but Katie had other ideas. Before I could move, I felt her hot breath on my erection.
“I wanna taste you, too,” she mumbled. She grabbed my cock and moved her mouth on top. She sucked and licked at the head of my cock as her hand pumped the base. It felt so good that I gasped sharply before digging my fingers into her hair and pulling hard. She was an expert at pleasuring me, and I loved feeling the way her tongue licked the gentle area under the head.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, steadying myself. She took my whole cock into her throat, sucking and moving her hand down to cup my balls. Pleasure exploded in my body and, for a moment, I was sure I was going to come.
Pushing her down on her back, I crawled between her legs and steadied myself with a hand on her knee. There was no talking now, no laughter. We knew what was going to happen, and I knew she wanted it as much as I did.
Finally, I pushed my cock inside her pussy. She was even tighter than she had been when I was eating her, and the pressure around my cock felt amazingly good. I let out a long, low groan as she gasped, shifting her hips on the bed to accommodate my weight.
With a grin, I reached down and grabbed her ankles, flinging them over my shoulder to allow me greater access. She moaned as I thrust all the way inside of her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through us both. Desire practically lit me on fire as I began pumping in and out, fucking her to the best of my ability. Katie closed her eyes and stretched her arms high above her head, moaning. She started moving her hips to the rhythm of my thrusts and, before I knew it, we were moving together, fucking each other. Reaching down, I rubbed my thumb over one of her erect nipples and pinched until she cried out.
I closed my eyes and arched my back as I slammed into her with more force than ever before. Beneath me, she was moaning and writhing on the bed, completely given up to the pleasure flooding her body. I grinned as I felt the pleasure building in my body to a passionate, heated climax.
“Oh, god,” I moaned as I fucked Katie harder than ever. “I’m gonna come!”
She squirmed and groaned underneath me. She starting grinding her hips against me and rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, giving me a level of previously unknown pleasure. As she screamed, I felt my cock spasm and twitch, then gush inside her body.
When it was over, I
collapsed on top of her.
She looked up at me with her green eyes and let out a little sigh. “That’s what I’ve been missing?”
“That’s what you’ve been missing,” I replied, pulling out of her and flopping down on the bed.
Katie tried to pull a sheet over her breasts but I tugged it back down.
“You’re not depriving me of those glorious tits,” I told her firmly. “And you better be prepared to fuck me again later.”
Her eyes flashed with lust. “Oh, I am,” she said softly. “Trust me.”
I lay on my back, thinking I was the luckiest son of a bitch who’d ever been born. Katie was a fantastic lay. Part of me had always known she would be, but there was obviously no way of telling. She wasn’t my usual type; she was softer, more innocent, but she’d been amazingly responsive and her body just wouldn’t quit. I loved the way she’d moaned in my arms, the way she’d stretched and taken every inch of my cock with pride.