Balance (The Chicago Defiance MC Book 6)
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“Thanks,” Pyro groans, rushing off down the hall as Armor and Chloe walk over to us chuckling to themselves.
Torque stands taller. “Everything okay with them?” he asks Armor.
Armor raises his chin. “Yeah, Pyro’s just stressing ‘cause the cake tasting is tomorrow, but they haven’t chosen the flavors to taste. For some reason, he’s decided to take on Mr. Organization roles now. Fuck knows when or even how that shit happened.”
“Weddings bring out the best in people,” Foxy beams linking her hand with Torque’s.
I open my eyes wide. “Pyro’s getting married?”
“Yeah, brothers get married. Torque and Foxy are married. Trax and Sparx are engaged. Sensei and Sass are married. Like I keep telling you, Neve, this club isn’t what you think it is,” Ace says.
“What did you think it was like?” Chains asks.
I shrug. “Bullets… booze… brothel?”
The room echoes in the hum of humor as I gnaw on my bottom lip. A brother steps forward, his name badge says Scratch. He has long hair too, a little longer than Ace’s, but his is dark brown, almost black and wavy. He wears it down rather than in a man bun, it’s sexy as hell in a Jason Momoa kind of way. He has a scar on his eyebrow that’s quite severe. I guess that’s why they call him Scratch. “Bullets, yes. Booze, of course. Brothel, not so much. We have club girls, sure. Ruby, Hayley, Cindi, a couple of others, and their duty is to be there for the brothers when we feel the need. But we certainly don’t force them. If they’re not feeling it, it doesn’t happen.”
Swallowing hard, I glance at Ace. “Do all of you sleep with the club girls?”
Ace gently exhales, his eyes intensely on mine. “Only the ones not in a relationship.”
Heat flows through me at the fire in his eyes. I don’t know what we are, but I know just from the way his eyes are burning into mine, he only wants me. I try to hide my excitement, but I fail as I gaze up at him through my lashes. “Oh.”
“You guys are adorable,” Chloe gushes breaking the tension.
I clear my throat as I search around to see not a bunch of scary bikers but a group of men. A brotherhood united together. A comradery. How is this any different than an Army squadron or a police unit? Sure, they might bend the law a little sometimes, but the guys themselves are not bad. They’re everyday normal human beings. I had this all wrong. Now I can see why Cindi’s been a part of it for so long. Why she chose to make a home with the Defiance men.
Will the media have a field day with this? Hell yeah. But Ace is a tech genius, I’m sure he can leak any kind of story we want them to know about him or the club to soften the blow.
I can do this.
We can do this.
Being here, observing this club and the people in it, watching how they treat me like a normal person and not a mega movie star, it’s refreshing. Not one of them has even mentioned the fact that I’m an actress, and it’s a refreshing change. One I hope I can continue to celebrate with his club. But for now, I need some alone time with Ace.
“Umm… Ace, can I see your room?” I ask not as subtly as I was hoping for.
He stifles a laugh as everyone around us smirks. “Yeah… c’mon.” He grabs my hand. “Thanks, guys, we’ll be back in a bit,” he informs his brothers as they all start dispersing. Sparx winks at him as he turns to lead me down the hall.
ACE
The idea of having Neve in my room is weird but in a good way. She’s this multimillionaire, and I’m just a guy, a biker from Chicago who’s a little too obsessed with action heroes. The thought she’s going to see me as something other than the tough man she’s come to know me as sits in the pit of my stomach as I lead her to my door, but I keep it hidden.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” I jest, opening the door, standing to the side to let her walk past and into my room.
She enters quickly, and I follow as she stops by my cupboard where all my Marvel figurines are stored. Mostly it’s Iron Man, of course, but there’s a couple of other Avengers in there as well for good luck. My Iron Man posters are up on the walls, and now that I take it in, I can see why my brothers bag me out about it seeming like a teenage boy’s room. Shit!
My muscles are tense as I shut my door, taking a deep breath as her eyes wander all around my room. It’s clean. I like to keep my shit tidy, but now I have to admit, I feel like I’m fucking exposed as she picks up a limited-edition Royal Selangor Pewter Collectible, one of only three thousand made. I tense up but keep my cool as I let her study the rare silver Iron Man statue.
“So they weren’t kidding when they said you liked Iron Man, huh?” she asks placing the statue carefully on the shelf.
Her eyes meet mine, not with humor, but with curiosity. I figure there’s no point in trying to talk my way around it, so I tell her the truth, no matter how lame. “I was fifteen when the first Iron Man movie came out in 2008. Dad was deployed, and Mom was working the best she could. I was alone, bored, and only had Brody on my side when he wasn’t playing baseball. But the thing is, I was heading down the wrong path. I was falling into bad habits, seeking attention from anyone, but the only way I knew to get any was to cause trouble.”
Her face falls as she takes my hands in hers. “Go on.”
“Iron Man came out in the cinemas. The shorts for it were amazing, I wanted to see it so bad. Being the brat I was, I snuck into the theater and watched it. Seeing Tony Stark, a rebel doing good things with technology, made something click inside of me.”
Her eyes light up like she understands where this is going. “Iron Man paved the way for you to get into tech?”
“Yeah, because of Iron Man and how fucking cool it was when I was young, it changed my path enough to make me start searching for other avenues. I was still being a shit. I needed Torque when he found me, but by then I was a wiz at technology and computing, so I was useful to him. If I hadn’t gotten my shit into gear and learned all I could, I’d probably be in jail now, or worse, with the path I was headed down.”
“Iron Man changed your life,” she beams.
Shaking my head, energy rushes through me as I try to think of the exact right words. “No, Iron Man saved my life.”
Her eyes glisten as she blinks away the tears forming. She clears her throat as she takes the rest of my room in. “I don’t know how it’s even possible, but you just got a little hotter.”
I yank her to me wrapping my arms around her waist. She giggles, playing with the back of my neck as I soak in her eyes. “If you think this is hot, then wait till you see my sleepwear.”
She leans in pressing her lips to mine tenderly before pulling back abruptly. “Oh, hey, I can introduce you to Robert Downy Jr. if you like?”
My chest tightens as I hold my breath in shock. But I simply try to keep calm. “Yeah, I guess that’d be cool.” I try to play it off like it’s nothing, but on the inside I am like that giddy fifteen-year-old boy.
Neve runs her thumbs up the back of my neck, and it sends fire all the way down my spine. She stands closer to me, almost as if she’s grinding into me. She obviously wants to be close, and right now I’m having a hard time keeping my thoughts on track. I’ve never felt like this. The adrenaline from her being near and the news she’s just told me, I’m on a fucking high as her gorgeous smile lights up my room. “Seeing you here, this way, this side of you… it’s a huge turn-on,” she whispers.
My eyes widen. “Oh, really? Maybe I should do something about it then?” I ask leaning in pressing my lips to hers more forcefully. My hand swoops into her hair, and I wrap my fingers through her long black tendrils gripping on tightly as she whimpers into my mouth. My cock instantly hardens as she slides her body against mine even further, her arms clinging to me like I’m her lifeline. Sure, we haven’t known each other long, but I don’t normally go this slow with a woman. If I want her, I just take her, asking questions on whether we’ll make something of it later.
Neve is different.
We’ve been w
orking up to this for a month, so needless to say, I’m aching to feel her. To touch her. To be inside of her. All I want right now as my tongue collides with hers is to taste every inch of her gorgeous body, but I’m letting her steer this ship. Last thing I want to do is frighten her off tonight, especially here at the clubhouse. But right here, right now, everything’s falling into place. The mood is set, our emotions are heightened, and my cock throbs like an overloaded hard drive.
Our tongues collide in a flurry of passion as I run my free hand up from her waist, slowly to her breast. I wait for her to stop me or to pause our intense kissing, but she simply moans into my mouth, so I continue, my hand massaging and caressing her tit as my other holds her head to my lips while I kiss her hard.
It’s as if the air around us is being sucked out of the room, like the whole atmosphere leaves and we’re in a void of pure energy, a cosmic force that has electrons and intense electricity surging and enclosing around us. I’m sure if this were a movie, it would be where the special effects kick in. I want to fuck her so badly. I want to be a goddamned caveman about it all, throw her to the floor and fuck her until her lungs collapse. But she’s worth so much more than that. Maybe I should treat her better than what I’m used to, treat her with respect and kindness, not like the women I’m used to fucking. She seems like the type who’d rather be cherished than fucked hard.
Suddenly, her hands slide down my chest straight to the button on my jeans. She begins to frantically undo my pants as my eyes widen in surprise.
Not what I was expecting.
But I’ll roll with it as I let her do whatever it is she’s planning on doing.
My hands move to her sweater to lift it up, but she stops me pulling her lips from mine. “Nuh-uh, this is all about you for now, Ace.” Her voice is low, husky. It shocks me for a moment as the sexiness in her tone has me standing here like a deer in headlights as she drops to her knees.
She yanks down my jeans and briefs at the same time freeing my rock-hard cock. Her face livens in mischievousness as her hands slide up my thighs, and I finally wake up to what she’s doing.
Little minx, this is not how I thought our first sexual encounter would be.
Not that I’m complaining.
Not fucking complaining at all.
“I’ll let you make this about me for now, Starlet, but I can tell you once you’ve had your fun, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
She gnaws on her bottom lip peering up at me through her long lashes. Down on her knees, her hands pressed to my thighs, her supple lips—I’ve never seen her look more fucking beautiful.
“You first,” she murmurs as her hand slides up the inside of my thigh to cup the underside of my balls. My eyes roll back as my head drops to my shoulders letting out a groan when her tongue slides out lapping up the bead of pre-cum that’s formed on my tip. Her tongue swivels around my head as her hand massages my balls.
I haven’t had sex in well over a month.
Of any kind.
I fucking need this.
I need her.
Pins and needles run down my spine as her tongue slides into the slit of my head. My breathing quickens as my hand rushes to her hair to have something to grip onto. Her silky, slickened lips slide over my tip taking me into her mouth. I groan as the wet warmth feels like fucking paradise, somewhere I need to visit more often.
“Jesus, Neve,” I murmur through my heavy breaths.
Her mouth bobs up and down on my cock, all the while her hand continues to massage my balls. It’s like she knows my exact pleasure points like we’ve done this a million times, and every single time has been utterly fucking perfect. She pulls back, her teeth just grazing the edge of my cock, giving this a slightly dangerous feel which only excites me more. The feeling of her being a little rougher with me is fucking heaven. Somehow, she knows. Maybe my thoughts of her not liking it rough in the bedroom are wrong, perhaps she is a wildcat.
Pleasure ripples through me as she slides my cock further into her mouth. I groan loudly as my fingers tighten in her hair helping ease her onto me. I don’t want to be that guy, that fucking asshole who pushes her deeper when she can’t handle it, but fuck, I’m trying my hardest not give in to my instincts right now.
As if to sense it, she moves for me, taking me deeper, my cock sliding to the back of her throat. I gasp, my chest tightening, my stomach squeezing as all my muscles tense from the sudden intense feeling. It’s like she can read my fucking mind, and damn if it isn’t the greatest thing in the fucking world. She pulls back sucking hard, the pressure on my cock so incredible I feel my cock twitch as I pant heavily trying to keep myself together. Then she slowly edges down taking me deep to the back of her throat again as I groan trying my damn hardest not to blow right now on the spot.
My fingers dig into her hair holding her to me as I try not to rock my hips and choke her. It’s taking all I have in me not to fuck her mouth right now. She pulls back slowly, then starts to bob on me. The faster movement is sending a sudden shiver through my very soul. My spine stiffens as my balls pull up instantly, my cock throbbing, begging for release. Pins and needles pummel my legs as I stand in the middle of my room, Neve on her knees giving me head. I can’t hold back, my fingers grabbing her hair tight, and I start rocking my hips along with her movements. She moans slightly against my cock sending a vibration through me.
“Fuck,” I gasp as pleasure rocks through my very foundation while I groan loudly needing, wanting to explode in her mouth. I’m so close. Her hand leaves my balls and both of them slide around to my ass, her fingers gripping into my cheeks as she holds on tight, forcing herself onto my cock like she’s feasting on me.
She loves this just as much as I do.
Dirty girl.
I’m so close to coming, only seconds away. Then I realize, the first time I come, I want to be inside her. So, I grunt to myself for doing what I am about to, then grip onto her hair and regretfully edge her off my cock.
Her stunned eyes gaze up at me as she blinks a few times like she’s unsure of what’s going on. “Ace?” she murmurs.
I pant, trying to catch my breath, my cock still throbbing like fuck as I figure out why the hell I thought stopping just before I was about to explode was a good idea. Grabbing under her arms, I lift her off her knees so she’s in line with me. Her eyes fall like she’s worried I’m going to stop. She’s so, so wrong.
“The first time I come with you, I want it to be inside of you, Neve.”
A cheeky look covers her face. “Technically, in my mouth is inside of me.”
Rolling my eyes, I yank her toward me. My throbbing cock pressing against her stomach. “Don’t be sassy right now, babe. I mean inside your sweet pussy.”
She giggles wrapping her arms around my neck. “Sorry, habit. I was enjoying that, though.”
“I know you were. Trust me, so was I, though I didn’t think you were the…” I choose my words carefully, “… wild type. Don’t know why. I pictured you more as—”
“Placid in the bedroom? Yeah. No. I’m not going to lay down and not have a good time, Ace.” The wickedness adorning her face says it all.
I’m going to have fun with Neve, and I’m fucking excited about it.
“Well then, Starlet… get your clothes off,” I order.
Neve giggles breaking away from me. She stands back taking a subtle glance at my hard cock then yanks off her sweater. I kick off my boots, stepping out of my jeans and briefs that were around my ankles as she continues to get undressed. I take off my remaining clothes while watching her pull off her bra leaving her gorgeous breasts sitting pert and free. I can tell they’re not fake. They’re just as God made them.
Fucking perfect.
I yank off my cut, placing it neatly on my side table, where I always put it. Then pull off my hoody, and T-shirt leaving me completely naked. She’s seen me naked before, but only briefly when I’d gotten out of the shower, now she’s seeing me in all my glory.
Shaking my head as I take in her form, the woman’s like a Grecian goddess. I step up to her eyeing up and down her body. She’s far more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
“Neve, you’re… everything.”
Her posture relaxes as she steps up wrapping her arms around me, her breasts pressing into my chest as she kisses me vigorously. The instant her lips meet mine, a shockwave hits. It’s like a blast permeates the air igniting us in passion. My hands move down her sides to her ass, gripping tight. She moans into my mouth as I hoist her up, her legs wrapping around me as I carry her over to my bed all the while we continue kissing.
I get to the edge and throw her down. She giggles, her tits bouncing with the spring of the mattress as she rebounds back and forth. I turn and bend down to my bottom drawer. She leans up on her elbows watching me as I pull out a long silk scarf. Her eyes widen as an unsure but curious look crosses her face.
I climb onto the bed next to her as she sits up. I tilt my head, and she gives me the all-clear, so I wrap the scarf around her eyes blindfolding her.
“The idea that you have a scarf lying around in your bottom drawer, Ace… should annoy me, but I’m just happy I get to wear it right now,” she murmurs.
“I can add more if you want?”
Her cheeks flush, her skin prickling in goosebumps. “Please.”
I bend down to my bottom drawer pulling out my purple silicone, adjustable tip, nipple clamps. Excitement floods me as I grab each one wondering what kind of pressure she likes. I don’t want to go too hardcore on her, these things can hurt if not done right. So, I move to her breast massaging it to let her know this is where I’m going. She lays back on the bed, letting out a contented sigh as I tweak her nipple, then lean down taking the taut bud into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasps, her hips rocking off the bed as she exhales in delight. Good, her nipples are sensitive. This will be great for her. I pull back adjusting the clamp to the open position, then slowly slide it over her nipple, closing the clamp tighter until she tenses. Then I know to stop. I pull it back just a fraction to relieve the pain, to make it pleasurable and then lean down kissing the nipple repeating the process with her other one. Her chest heaves as she pants hard lying on the bed blindfolded and submitting to me. I love her like this, open, willing, free to let me do what I want with her. She’s so trusting right now, and honestly, I never thought I’d see a side of her like this, but I seriously love the hell out of it.