by Amy Davies
Is it wrong my cock is hard as steel at the sight of my girl fighting?
Ana punches her in the face, over and over again. Who would have thought my girl had this much fire in her? Ana grabs a handful of bleach-blond hair and lifts Double D’s head, before slamming it into the wooden floor.
Oh fuck, this could get nasty, real fucking quick.
I leap forward and pull Ana off, while Court pulls Double D to her feet. I keep my girl tight to my body, wiping her hair out of her eyes.
“Shh, baby, calm down. You can’t act like this. You’re an old lady now; you have to show restraint and act when the time is right.” I take it that was the wrong thing to say. A feral growl comes from Ana, shocking even me. She pulls away from me, her hair hanging around her face, making her look even scarier.
“Show restraint? Is that what you want, Ace?” she growls out. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she screams at me. “Fuck you and your club whores. They’re fucking welcome to you. I just claimed you, just like you claimed me, but it’s totally okay for these cunts to throw themselves at you, and I have to stand by and watch. Not fucking likely. So as I said, they are FUCKING WELCOME TO YOU.” Her fists are clenched. Even spit comes flying out of her mouth.
Holy fucking shit, she is angry.
I gaze around the room and see everyone watching the show. Prez and Lola are shaking their heads at me, showing their disappointment in me for not sticking up for my girl.
“Pack your shit and get the fuck out,” Dyson barks at Double D. Fear fills her wide eyes, shocked she’s being punished.
“Me? Why me? I’ve been here longer than her.”
“Mouse is an old lady; you’re a club whore. She takes priority over you any fucking day. You not only disrespected an old lady and her old man, but you laid a hand on her.”
I stand there stock still, taking in the scene in front of me. I have never had two women come to physical fighting over me before, and to be completely fucking honest, it is a fucking turn on, but not for the reason some may think. Seeing Ana fight for me has my cock ready to come in my jeans.
“ANA.” My girl’s name being called snaps me out of my daze. My head turns to where Ana was just standing to find the spot empty. My eyes flicker over the room, and I see her running for the main door. Like fuck, woman.
I run after her, calling her name, but the little firecracker ignores me. I catch up to her in no time—bonus for being over six-feet-tall. I snatch her hand and pull her to a stop.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I snap at her.
“Home. Away from you. I’m done here.”
“Like fuck you are,” I bark back. I know Ana isn’t scared of me, but she flinches a little at the loudness of my voice. I’m fucking pissed she thought she could just leave without us sorting this shit out. She tries to pull her hand from my grip, but I tighten my fingers along her slim wrist.
“Let me go, Ace.”
“Not on your fucking life.” I bend at the waist and slam my shoulder into her stomach, and heave her over my shoulder, fireman lift style. Her screams echo around the courtyard but I don’t give a fuck. I stride back into the clubhouse. I ignore the cheers and keep up my pace. I nod to Dyson, and my brother can read what I want
He knows I want him to make sure Double D leaves and never fucking comes back. Dyson and me have always had this connection. We’ve known each other since we were four years old and started school together.
“Put me down, Ace McGowan, or you will regret it.” I slap her arse, making her yelp.
“OW,” she screams. I chuckle and slap her again. God, if my mum could see us now… She would be smiling at us. She always made it clear she wanted Ana and me together, well now she gets her wish. I am taking my woman. Now.
I push open my room door and not so gently toss Ana on the bed, before slamming and locking the door behind me. Ana stands and moves towards the door, which is behind me. I chuckle at her attempt.
“I want to leave,” she mutters, anger still clearly evident in her voice.
“Tough shit. You aren’t going anywhere. We’re going settle this once and for all.”
“Ace.” This time her voice drops so low I can barely hear my name.
“You are mine. No more running, even when club girls get in the way.” I hold my hand up when she goes to speak. “I fucked up out there. I get that. I should have said something to her, but, baby, you handled yourself pretty fucking well.”
“Fuck off, Ace.” She crosses her arms, making her tits push up, but I can’t see them because she’s still wearing the black dress she wore to Mum’s funeral. Thinking of what’s happened over the last few weeks makes me feel old. I feel tired but energized at the same time. My body is fucked up.
I know most people think I should be a quivering mess after burying my mum this morning, but everyone grieves differently. Nancy Harris would not want us to mourn her death. She would want us to celebrate her life. She told us plenty of times when we knew her time was close.
I step closer to Ana and she steps back. We keep doing this until her legs hit the side of the bed. She slumps down on the mattress, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. Eyes that show her emotions like a beacon in the night.
“We’re together, baby, so we’ll sort this shit out together. But I have one condition.” I smirk at her. Confusion crosses her face.
“And what is that?”
“We talk naked. I want us bare to each other. That way there is no hiding.” I don’t wait for her response. I pull my cut off my shoulders and turn to lay it over the back of the chair in my room. My room is one of the bigger ones here at the clubhouse. I have an en suite and a small kitchenette, as well as my king-size bed, dressing table, wardrobe and a bedside table. Not much. I like things simple.
I turn back to Ana and start to unbutton the white shirt I wore for today. Ana sits there watching my every move, even when I drop the shirt and go for my belt. I toe off my boots and bend to pull off my socks. My jeans go next, dropping to the floor at my feet.
“Oh.” Ana gasps, and I smirk at her response. It’s the same one I get from all the girls. I am big—like fucking big. Long and thick as fuck.
“You like what you see, baby?”
“There’s a lot to see,” she compliments. My dick jerks from her stare. He wants her as much as I do. I wave my hand in the direction of her body and tell her to strip.
“Clothes off, babe.” I can’t stop my hand as it reaches for my dick. I need to add pressure to it because fuck me, we have had to deal with a shit load of blue balls around this woman. My hand and my dick have become very good friends lately.
Ana moves slowly, like she’s waiting for me to change my mind about being naked. Well, that isn’t going to happen. I watch as she lifts the hem of the dress and slides it up her body, before dropping it on the floor, leaving her in a black and cream, lace knicker and bra set.
Fuck me.
Her tits are perfectly firm. They look like they were made for sucking, biting and licking. My dick responds by jerking in her direction.
“Off.” I motion to her underwear, and she does as she’s told. “On the bed, babe.” Thank fuck she listens. Ana climbs under the covers and I walk around to my side of the bed and join her.
“I don’t get why we need to do this naked, Ace.” Her voice is almost a whisper.
“I kinda lied, baby. We don’t need to talk about fuck all; I’ve said all there is to say. I just wanted you naked and in my bed.” I chuckle at the shocked look on her face.
I lift my hand and cup her breast. She shivers at the contact, making me smile. Her gaze stays locked on mine as I lower my head and take her nipple between my lips. God, her skin feels amazing. The nipple tightens as I run my tongue around it, shaping it.
“Oh hell,” comes from her mouth in a breathy tone. I shift on the bed so I can play with the other nipple with my fingers. Her back arches off the bed as she moans my name. Her nipples are sensitive as fuck. Good to
know. I suck hard on the bud and her body shivers again.
“You like your nipples being played with, babe?” She nods, keeping her eyes tightly closed. “Give me them eyes, baby. I want you to see who’s going to make you come.”
“Like I can forget that.” Her answer makes my heart swell and my dick dribble. I leave her tits and make my way down her body. Ana’s touch never seems to leave my skin. I love skin to skin contact with her. I’ve slyly touched her skin whenever the fuck I could just to feel the creaminess of her.
I reach her pussy and smile to myself when I see the thin line of hair, like a landing strip letting me know where she wants my mouth, or fingers, or dick. That landing strip if for ‘Air Ace’ only.
I bury my nose in her swollen pussy lips and take a deep breath, filling my lungs with her scent. I slide my hand around the small of her back and place the other on her flat stomach, holding her in place as I swipe my tongue over her pussy.
It’s my turn to moan as her taste explodes across my tongue. I feast on her, making her moan my name in between pants.
I lick, suck and taste her like a starving man. I feel a hand on my mine—the one still resting on her stomach—and then one slides into my hair, holding me in place.
“Oh God, Ace. Right there,” she pants out. Then she shocks the fuck out of me when she drags my hand up her body, over the centre of her chest, and rests it on her lips. I lift my gaze in time to see my girl open those perfect fucking lips and suck my fingers into her mouth.
Holy fucking shit.
Ana
The groan that leaves Ace when I suck his fingers into my mouth makes my core flood with juices. He continues to feast on me, ensuring his tongue traces over every inch of my lower lips. I keep his hand in mine but rest it between my breasts. I can feel the tingle start, but it stops all too quickly. I snap my head up to stare down at Ace, finding him looking up at me.
“Fucking hell, baby. That was some sexy shit.”
“Well get back to it; I was about to come.” He smirks at me and does one long, firm lick of me, devouring me with his gaze as he does. I keep my eyes open, taking in his face buried between my legs.
His face comes into full view, and I can see the slight glistening of my arousal on his beard. I bite my lip and watch as he stalks up my body. He’s like a hungry lion about to devour his prey—and I am that prey. God help me and my vagina.
I am so lost in the scene playing out in front of me—well, actually on top of me—that I don’t register what’s happening until Ace is lining up his dick at my entrance and slamming into me. Hard and deep.
I scream out his name as he growls mine. The sensation of being filled by this man is overwhelming.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
“Not God, baby. Just Ace will do. Fuck, you feel so damn good, baby. Wet, warm… and un-fucking-believable.” He buries his head into the nook of my neck, his beard scratching the overly sensitive skin.
“Waited too long for this. Never giving it up. Never. You are mine for-fucking-always, Ana.” He growls out each word between hard thrusts. He shifts his body, and the new angle hits the spot inside me no man has ever reached. My back arches off the bed and I call out his name.
“ACE. God, that feels good.” I wrap my legs around his trim hips, holding him tightly to me as he buries himself as deep as he can from this position. Our bodies move in sync, sweat covering our skin. I drag my nails over his back, marking him. An intense feeling slides over my body as Ace pulls back just enough to slide his hand between us and play with my clit.
“Oh hell.” Between the sensations going on in my lower body, Ace decides to add to them by taking my nipple into his mouth, biting down hard—though not hard enough to hurt me.
My orgasm slams into me like nothing I’ve felt before.
“That’s it, baby, give it to me. Strangle that cock; make it your bitch. Fuck! That feels so. Damned. Good.” I feel Ace hammering into me, before I’m flipped over. Ace helps my boneless body onto my hands and knees, before he slams back into me.
“So deep,” I cry out, because it true. No one has ever been this deep before. It helps that Ace is long and hits the sweet spot inside of me. His fingers grip my hips, and I’m sure I will have bruises for days from this. But they’re bruises I welcome.
The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, our love-making fast and furious—ha, love-making… Ace McGowan doesn’t make love; he fucks his women. I push down the thought of Ace with other women.
“Come for me again, babe. You can do it.” He thrusts forward, harder than he has before, making me move up the bed. His grip bites into my flesh, and it powers my arousal.
“I can’t,” I whimper. I have never come more than once during sex. But thinking about it, the other men I’ve been with have been mediocre compared to Ace.
“You can, and you will. I’m going to blow, baby.” His thrusts become unsteady as he chases his climax, using my body to do so. His hand leaves my hip and slides around to my clit. One hard pinch and my orgasm flies high.
“That’s it, Ana. Climb it—climb it high, baby.”
“Ace,” I cry out. One, two, three thrusts and Ace climaxes, filling me with his cum. Our heavy breathing surrounds us, the air smelling like sweat and sex. I can feel his heart beating against my back, his trembling body showing evidence of how intense his climax was.
I take a deep breath, my mind swirling with emotions. This past year has been such a journey for me; from dealing with Gary to finally leaving and coming here. Then meeting Nancy, Ace, and the boys of the Unforgiven Riders. Ace forces me to feel things I’m not ready to feel yet.
Should I be moving on so quickly after getting out of a very abusive relationship? Is getting involved with a biker a good idea?
I take a deep breath and turn my head to the side, inhaling deeply, taking Ace’s scent into my body, letting it wash over me. Here with Ace I feel safe and loved—even though the words have not been spoken yet. They will soon; I can feel it.
Ace slides off me and settles on the bed, making sure we’re touching at all times. The sweaty feel would normally make me gag but being here with him… weirdly it doesn’t affect me. He moves me so my head is laying on his chest. He cups the back of my knee, bringing it over his thigh.
“Last, always fucking last,” he mutters in a sleepy voice.
“What, honey?” I whisper back.
“I am the last bloke to ever put his cock in this pussy,” he says, sliding his hand over my bum, and into my core.
“Oh,” I moan.
“Mine, baby. All fucking mine. For now, and always.” This time his words don’t scare the ever-loving crap out of me. Ace has shown me time and time again, with not only me but with Zarah and Nancy, that he will love and protect me.
I let out a contented sigh and relay to him,
“Always, honey. Always last.”
His arms tighten around me, caging me against his body. The feeling of contentment and happiness fills me as I drift off to sleep, knowing tomorrow brings a whole new day.
The sun sneaks through the black curtains of Ace’s room. I turn my head to see him sleeping on his front, with one arm slung over my belly, holding me in place. We’re touching from shoulder to feet. I smile to myself, noticing how relaxed and much younger he looks in a slumber. Ace has always taken the weight of the world on his shoulders, but as the Sergeant-at Arms of the club, that is kinda his job: to not only protect the club, but the families of the club.
I slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. I know he hasn’t been sleeping much since Nancy broke the news about her pending death. I look around the room for my dress. I really don't want to wear it downstairs, but I don't think Ace would appreciate me walking downstairs naked. I chuckle at what his reaction would be. He would blow a bloody gasket.
I go to the bathroom and empty my very full bladder, then wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror. I don’t look like the scared Ana Dawkins anymore. Ace has i
mpacted my life so much. I’m not sure if he sees it, but I most certainly do. My cheeks have natural colour in them, my eyes seem wide and alive for the first time in years.
I walk over to the dresser and carefully open the top draw, finding underwear and socks. Wow, Ace’s drawers are organised. I open the second draw, and it squeaks a little. My head snaps around to make sure my man didn’t wake up.
My man.
That feels weird saying. Ace stirs but settles back quickly. I turn back to the dresser and see t-shirts. Ace likes plain t-shirts, no slogans unless it’s the club logo.
I pull a club shirt over my head. Lucky for me my boobs are nice and firm, so I can forgo a bra. I close that drawer and open the next. I sigh in relief when I see his jogging bottoms. I pull out a grey pair and slide my legs in, again forgoing my knickers—because no one likes wearing day-old underwear. Ew.
I pick up my phone and carefully leave the room, heading downstairs to the kitchen. I turn my phone on and wait for it to boot up. The screen loads and I see it’s only just past seven in the morning. I groan in pleasure when I remember I don’t have to open the cafe today. I push the kitchen door open and gasp when I see a bare-chested Batch sitting at the table with his daughter resting on his shoulder.
“Morning. I didn’t think anyone would be awake,” I say as I walk over to put the kettle on.
“It just boiled. This little miss is an early riser when she has colic. She had my mum up most of the night, so I have her so she can get a few more hours of sleep in.” Batch’s daughter, Grace, is just two months old. Her bitch of a mother left her when she was a few days old. She was more worried about getting her figure back than the actual baby.
“Do you want me to watch her while you get some sleep?”
“Nah, darlin’, I’m good—thanks though. I got plenty of sleep last night; the drink knocked me right out.” He chuckles.
“If you're sure.” I make my cuppa and sit at the table with him. Grace is a beautiful baby. She has dark, wispy hair like her dad—well, Batch doesn’t have wispy hair. His hair reaches just below his ears. It’s strange because I’ve always thought the hairstyle doesn’t suit him.