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“You’re a natural,” Jasmine said. “Ace is going to be very proud of you.”

“Yes, he is.”

I turned to see Ace striding across the field toward us. Making sure to keep the muzzle pointed at the ground, I handed the twenty-two to Jasmine and raced to throw myself in my lover’s arms.

Yeah. I was ready to admit he meant something to me. At least for now. Maybe. Or for a long time.

Why did life have to be so confusing?

* * *

Ace

Emma threw herself into my arms, and I caught her tight against me, inhaling her sweet scent. I couldn’t believe I’d been so fucking stupid as to think I could protect her without the full weight of the club behind me. Last time I made that damn mistake.

She lifted her head, staring up at me like I was some fucking kind of hero.

Not hardly. Me and my ego had almost got her killed.

I tightened my arms around her and seared a possessive kiss across her soft lips.

She parted them, just enough to let me slide my tongue in.

I took advantage, kissing her like we were the last two people on the earth.

I could hear the twins sniggering over by the gun range, but I didn’t care.

Not like this was the worse they’d ever seen.

They lived here with their father, Beast. Their mom had bailed on them a few years back.

Found herself a guy who didn’t carry a gun all the time.

He didn’t like kids and they sure as hell didn’t like him.

It worked out. Despite his name, Beast was a great dad, and he adored the twins.

They say it takes a village. Well in this case, it took a club, and I think we’re doing a pretty good job of looking after those two.

When I finally managed to lift my head, Emma had that dazed look on her face that I liked to see. It usually followed me fucking her long and hard, but maybe my kissing skills were improving.

“Eww! Get a room!” Jewel shouted across the field.

“Plan on it.” I wrapped my arm around Emma’s shoulder and led her back to the clubhouse.

* * *

Kicking the door to my club room closed behind us, I stripped off my cut and tossed my gun on the side table. “The twins were teaching you how to shoot?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Not something I ever thought of trying but it was kind of fun.”

I raised my brows. “Fun?”

“Yeah. It was a challenge trying to see if I could hit the target. I was doing pretty good at it. By the end there, I was hitting the target every time. I bet if I had more practice I could hit the bullseye.”

“I’ll have to make sure you get more practice then. Kind of like the idea of my woman being a crack shot. What caliber?” By this time, I’d stripped down to my boxers, and the tenting in the front left little to the imagination.

“Huh?” Emma raised her eyes to my face.

Couldn’t help the smirk on my face. What guy didn’t like the sight of his package straining to get out distracting his woman so much she lost track of what was being said? “The gun. What kind was it?”

“Oh. A twenty-two. Semi-automatic with a ten-shot clip.”

Impressive. She’d remembered details.

Raising up on her knees, she scooted across the bed and reached for the waistband of my boxers. “You have too many clothes on.”

“What do you suppose I should do about that?”

“This.”

I stood still and let her slide the material down my hips. My cock sprang free, hard and ready for action.

“Much better.”

I kicked the offending clothing to the corner of the room as Emma circled my stiff shaft with one hand, gently cupping my balls with her other. Lowering her head, she swirled her tongue around the tip before sucking it deep into her mouth.

For a girl who professed to have little interest in sex or dating, she sure knew how to give a man the blow job from heaven. She licked and sucked, taking me so deep in her throat she almost choked. Her tongue danced up and down the sides, and I closed my eyes as emotions washed over me.

I could have lost her tonight. We both could have died. I needed to put a stop to those assholes before this went any further.

Emma scored her teeth gently down the sides of my cock, and I let out a low groan. “Enough, babe.” I grasped her hair and pulled her off me.

The dazed look on her face showed how invested she’d been in that blow job.

I pushed her back onto the bed. “I want to come inside you. I want to look into your eyes when I come, and I want to taste your lips when you scream my name.”

Her eyes darkened with desire, and she struggled to shed her clothes.

I helped, pulling her jeans down over her hips, and tossing them to the floor.

Her shirt went next, tossing it behind me.

I lowered my head and sucked one lace covered breast into my mouth, teasing the nipple with my tongue.

Reaching up, I unsnapped the front clasp and freed her gorgeous breasts.

Her nipples were perfect, round pebbled hard peaks.

Scoring my teeth across first one, then the other, I worshipped them with my mouth and hands.

Emma squirmed beneath me, and I kissed and licked my way down from her breasts to her bare mound.

Her skin, smooth as silk, tasted like heaven.

I regretted every year I’d kept myself from chasing her, from claiming her as my own.

Had I known she and Justin weren’t really into each other I might have made different choices, but regrets were a waste of time.

She was here now, and I intended to make sure she never left.

Sliding a finger through the damp folds guarding her entrance, I slipped it inside her. “Damn you’re wet. Ready for me.”

“Always.”

“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk.”

“Less talk. More action.”

I chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m not a ma’am.”

“No?”

“Definitely not.”

“What are you then?”

“I’m…” She paused. “Not sure, but a ma’am wouldn’t be laying on a biker’s bed with her legs spread and his finger buried inside her.”

“Good point.” I removed my finger and inserted it in my mouth. “Fuck that tastes good.”

Spreading her legs wider, I buried my head between them and feasted, using my mouth and my tongue to make her twist and wiggle against me. Swirling my tongue around her clit, I was rewarded when she screamed my name, and a warm gush of liquid bathed my tongue.

Pulling myself up over her, I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a foiled condom. Ripping the package open I quickly rolled it on and positioned myself at her dripping entrance.

“Ace.” She breathed my name out in the sexiest whisper I’d ever heard.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I think I might be falling for you.”

“I sure hope so, cause I’m sure as hell not letting you go.”

I sank into her, savoring how tight she was, how her slick channel gripped my cock. Heaven couldn’t be any sweeter than this.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around me, hooking her heels at my back.

The slight change in angle let me plunge even deeper and my balls slapped against her bare ass.

I enjoyed the feel of her surrounding me for a delightful minute before I started to move, rocking my hips to slide in and out. Fucking had never felt so damn good.

I captured her lips with mine and ceased to think about anything at all except for how well we fit together.

She was so fucking wet; it drove me crazy.

I moved faster and faster, wanting to drag this out but unable to slow myself down.

I fucked her hard, in and out, watching as her eyes rolled back in her head and she muttered my name, her fingernails plowing deep furrows down my back.

“Oh God, Ace!” She moaned my name as her channel clamped down on my cock, pulsing and rippling until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I buried my face in her hair and bellowed loudly as I shot my load. I moved a few more times, milking every ounce of pleasure as ripples of aftershocks rocked us both. She clung to me, her legs still wrapped tight around my waist, holding me against her, in her.

I felt at peace, not a feeling I was used to. Her body was a haven for me, and I didn’t want the moment to end. But it had to. The threat wasn’t over yet. I needed to deal with that so Emma and I could get on with our lives. Together.