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Emma

Ace looked thoughtful, closing the door softly behind him. A far cry from his mood when Joker interrupted us.

“Joker says I’m healing up well.” I lifted the shirt up to show off my newly bandaged side.

“Good to know.” He came over and lowered himself to sit beside me on the bed.

“Rattler checked out the park last night. No sign of a body. Shooter must have had a clean-up crew on call, which means this was targeted and professional. A random shooter would have left the body and made a run for it. Shadow is checking online to see if he can find out what went down. Until we know more, you stick to me like glue. If I’m not around to watch you, I’ll assign one of the brothers or prospects to watch over you.

I’ll let you know first, though. You down with that? ”

“I suppose I have to be.” I wasn’t happy about it, though. “I’m the one who brought trouble to your doorstep. Literally.”

“Glad you thought of me.” He reached out and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “You weren’t kidding before? You really didn’t know I had a thing for you when you were dating my little brother?”

“Hell no. I had no idea.”

He kept his gaze locked on mine as he took my hand and placed it on his crotch to let me feel the outline of his rock-hard cock through the material of his jeans.

I opened my mouth to reply, and he slanted his lips over mine. Damn, the man knew how to kiss. The feel of his lips took the very breath from my lungs as his tongue invaded, claiming mastery.

Or maybe it was the way his cock twitched and grew beneath my hand, ramping up my desire. He hadn’t been the only one who’d had fantasies back then. “Tell me what you’d like to do to me.”

“I’d slide my hand under your bra and cup those perfect little tits of yours, feeling the nipples go hard when I tweaked them.” He slid the shirt I’d borrowed from him up to my neck. My bra had been a casualty of the previous night, and my breasts were bare to his gaze.

His eyes glowed with lust as he surveyed the hard pebbled nipples. “Perfect!” He breathed the word out softly, reverently. Lowering his head, he snaked his tongue across one taut nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He took his time, lavishing attention on first one breast, and then the other.

He lifted his head, locking his gaze on mine. “Then I’d slide one hand down into your panties. You’d be wet, just waiting for me to slide into you.”

“Yeah.” I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his rough hand as it slid over my belly and down to my mound. One finger slid between the lips of my pussy, stroking across my entrance. I whimpered, thrusting my hips up to meet it.

Ace chuckled. “You like that, do you? Tell me you like it.”

“Uh huh.” Actual words were beyond me as flames of liquid heat raced along every nerve. I was ready for him. More than ready. Eager.

He pulled back, and I opened my eyes to see him quickly shucking his boots, shirt and pants.

Boxer shorts followed, to be tossed in a careless heap on the floor.

Naked, he was a magnificent specimen of a male in his prime.

Tattoos snaked over half of his body, winding down both arms and across his impressive abs. Just gazing at him took my breath away.

Someday, I might ask him to explain the intricate designs of those tats and what they represented. I knew there was meaning behind each one of them.

Someday, but not right now. His body was ready and primed for sex. I was right there with him. I wanted to feel that gorgeous cock sliding into me. Now .

“Much as I like seeing you in my shirt, it has to go.” He dropped onto the bed and grasped the bottom of the shirt. I lifted my arms, allowing him to ease it up over my head. Part of me noted how careful he was not to disturb my freshly bandaged side. The rest of me just wanted to get naked.

I rose to my knees and wriggled my pants down over my hips. Ace gently eased me back onto the bed and pulled them down my legs.

Naked, I slid my tongue out to wet my lips, my gaze locked on the massive hard on staring me straight in the face. “I want to taste that.”

“Not this time.” Ace’s nostrils flared as he stared at my naked body. “I’m too close, and I want to feel you wrapped around me when I come.”

Reaching behind him, he slid open the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, he quickly sheathed himself.

Draping one arm around me, he lay on his back and sat me on his chest. “Don’t want to hurt you or mess that side up so you get to set the pace. This time.” His lips curved in pure devilish promise.

I blinked. He’d gone from blazing hot alpha male in charge to concerned lover in less than an instant. Still blazing hot, and so damn sexy to boot.

I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his cock. Raising up on my knees I shuffled backward to position myself.

Ace grasped my hips in both hands, his expression suddenly serious. “You sure about this?”

I felt he was asking about more than just a quick roll in the hay, but I was too far gone to take the time to analyze his motives. I gave a curt nod of my head. “I’m sure.”

His eyes shone with lust as he teased my aching pussy with his cock. He held me there for an endless moment, while I squirmed and wriggled in an attempt to impale myself.

Then he slowly lowered me onto that stiff shaft, one achingly sweet inch at a time. When his balls snugged up against my ass, he let out a low groan. “Damn, woman, you are tight. Almost thought you were a virgin.”

Almost. I licked my lower lip. “Not quite. Just haven’t had time for much horizontal play lately.”

He rocked his hips and sent a blaze of heat rippling through me. “Lately?”

“A year or two,” I admitted. “Maybe more. Between work and school, I keep busy.”

“You were telling the truth when you said you and my little bro never had sex?”

“Yeah. Gospel truth. And before you ask, I’ve only ever had one serious relationship and frankly it didn’t set off any fireworks in the sex department. He said I was frigid and left me for a blonde bimbo who, and I quote, knew how to make a man feel like a man.”

“Bastard. He didn’t deserve you.” He started to rock his hips in a slow steady rhythm. I closed my eyes and leaned back. Resting a hand on either side of his thighs, I matched his pace, sliding up and down on that pole like I was riding a horse. One hell of a well-hung horse.

Ace moved faster, pistoning in and out of me, his hands holding my hips steady and guiding my movements.

“Open your eyes.”

I obeyed. My gaze locked on his.

“I want you to be looking at me when you come. I want us to be staring at each other.” He slid his hand between us and stroked the little bundle of nerves at my entrance.

The surge of heat sent me plummeting over the edge into the biggest climax I’d ever experienced. I stared up at him as I screamed my release, my channel tightening around his cock as spasm after spasm rocketed through me.

Ace let out a roar as my release triggered his own. I collapsed on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside me. We lay there, in companionable silence, our breathing heavy in the still air.

“Well, that proved one thing.” He reached up and smoothed my hair away from my face.

“It did?”

“You are definitely not frigid.”

He held me cradled on top of him, my head snuggled in the crook of his shoulder. His lips slid across my forehead in a tender kiss, and I closed my eyes to savor a feeling I’d rarely experienced. Belonging.

Deep down, I knew I belonged right where I was. Not in the clubhouse of some motorcycle club but snuggled up against the one guy I’d never quite gotten out of my system. Strange, since we’d never dated or openly expressed any interest in each other, but it felt like I’d belonged to Ace forever.

This. The sex. The snuggling. The togetherness. We were like two halves of a whole.

And that scared the hell out of me.

* * *

Ace

I could feel her stiffen up, start to withdraw from me and there was no fucking way I was going to let that happen. That was not only the best damn sex I’d ever had, but it made my fantasy pale in comparison.

I’d given her an out, asked her if she was sure and she’d said yes.

She was mine now and there was no way I was going to let her go.

I just had to deal with the little matter of the murder she’d seen in the park and then we could live happily ever after.

Maybe have a kid or two or three. Fix up my house or buy a new one if she wanted something with a big backyard.

You know, for the kids to play in or maybe host BBQs for the club.

I’d get her whatever she wanted. Hell, I’d get her the moon if she asked for it.

I just wouldn’t fucking let her leave.

“I have to run into town this afternoon. You can stay here with Jake and Mom. A couple of the prospects will be at the gate, and Joker will be here. Rattler and a couple of the other brothers are coming with me.”

“What if I don’t want to stay here? I’ve already missed a day’s pay, and I need some fresh clothes.” She glanced over at the pile of discarded clothes. “Your shirt doesn’t exactly fit me.”

“I thought it looked great.” I shifted so we were practically face to face. “I can send one of the prospects over to your place to get some of your things. Just make a list of what you want.”

“I want to go get my own clothes, and I want to go home.”

“No.”

She looked stunned. “No? Do you seriously expect to toss out orders and have me follow them?”

“Yes,” I replied calmly. “You came to me for protection, and that’s what you’re going to get. I can’t protect you if you’re not here, so no, you are not going home unless you’re prepared to have me and half a dozen of my brothers stay with you.”

“My place is not that big.”

Understatement of the year. Her place was a converted garage. Four hundred square feet max. Defense wise, it sucked. There were numerous ways for people to sneak up on it without detection.