The Black Aces MC Page 9

He pulls me toward him, wrapping me up in his arms, and lifts me off the ground. He carries me into the bathroom and pulls us into the steamy shower. The warm water feels good pulsating against my back.

  My legs wrap around his waist and he presses me up against the wall, the water cascading over him now as he nibbles and kisses his way from my lips down to my collarbone. Now with his beard and hair wet he looked even more mouthwatering. He leans down and attacks my perky sensitive nipples; he knows how that riles me.

  "Right there..." I moan with no hesitation.

  I want him, I want this man like no other. My pussy is throbbing, screaming to be penetrated by the thickness that now stood proudly between my legs. I slide one of my arms down and stroke him while he moans his appreciation against my breasts. I rake my nails across his back as I kiss his neck and shoulders, his groans are spurring me on, to dig deeper, to mark his flesh with my want. I lap the water pouring off his chest like a thirsty sex kitten.

  "Baby...please...take me." I pleaded.

  He leans back and we stare at each other as the water pours over the heated exchange between us. "There's nothing I've wanted more."

  The feeling I felt as he slid me down onto him, I felt like a virgin losing it for the first time, but I wasn't, what the hell was I fucking before? Because this...this was magical. My body shook and quivered when he slammed into me, his grunts and groans were music to my ears.

  "Oh baby...baby...you're so tight, you feel so damn good. Oh, what you do to me..."

  He buries himself into me further and I can't contain my cries of pleasure anymore. I know they can probably hear me but I'm in too much ecstasy to care. I feel my orgasm nearing and I see the signs he's close, too. For good measure, and to live out my previous fantasy, I pinch his nipples and twist the barbells.

  He growls and speeds up his intensity, "Fuck baby, keep doing that." He buries his head in my neck as he grinds harder against me.

  "Right there...there...don't stop!" He's hitting my G-spot so perfectly I can practically see stars, planets, and galaxies.

  "Say my name, baby, I want to hear it."

  I stop mid-moan, pulling back just enough to see his face. "Which one baby?" I give a sly smile as he slowly slides in and out, my walls trembling, screaming for that orgasm. I stare at him under hooded eyes and I lean close enough that our lips are practically touching, giving that final push by seductively licking my lips, "Mmm...Aleister, please."

  And that did it, he slammed into me so hard it triggered my orgasm and I twisted his piercings sending him into his own earth-shattering climax causing me to arch my back and scream out my bliss.

  He sets me down and we stand under the water stream, panting, holding onto each other for dear life. After a few moments, he takes a sponge, lathers it up with body wash and washes my back, then my front, taking his time on the front, caressing my perky nipples and letting the suds slide down my curves with a wide smile on his face.

  "Watch it, mister, you're setting yourself up for round two." I look at him and realize that that’s no threat.

  I turned and rinsed off before washing him and was pleasantly surprised to see he was already ready for round two. I bit my lip before positioning him under the showerhead, watching the water cascade over his body.

  Since none of my clean clothes were in his room anymore, I decided to sleep naked. I slid in with him right behind me. I cover myself with the sheet before laying on him and he puts an arm behind his head. He sighs as I get comfortable and I find his hand gently massaging my scalp.

  What a night, indeed.

  OPENING UP

  CUPID

  I finally had her, lost in the throes of the fire lit between us and she was everything I wanted and more. More than I ever hoped for, her moans drove me insane and her body responded to me so well.

  As she's lying there, drawing aimlessly on my chest, I realize that I feel comfortable. Comfortable enough to try to start opening up.

  "I've been disappearing to my mother's grave. Losing her is the reason I shut down emotionally and I've never opened my heart to anyone. I spend my time talking to her...about you."

  Her icy blues eyes meet mine and she just nods before putting her head back on my chest.

  "I assumed you were avoiding me, so I spent most of my time at the bar, I didn't want to cramp your style." She shifts up a bit and I feel her soft breasts slide against my skin.

  I felt a pang of guilt, I should have never made her feel like that. I bend down to kiss her forehead, "Far from the truth, I slept terribly without you beside me and I was mad at myself for letting us drift apart. I kept pumping Digi for information on how you were doing since you two had grown so close."

  Her shoulders bob up and down indicating she was laughing, "I'm not surprised. So, why did you leave the bar tonight, you didn't see the hard work I put into the remodeling."

  I stifled a growl in my chest recalling what I saw. "You were dancing with that squeaky-clean lawyer guy and you were smiling and laughing. He was making you happy, why would I take that from you?"

  She sits up covering her amazing set of tits, "He just asked me to dance to celebrate and I was smiling because it was my favorite song and the people on the dance floor were egging us on but the moment I saw you, my heart sank because more than anything I wanted you to be there. I wanted you to spin me and dance, celebrating this milestone with me. I know you wanted me to sell the place, but I love it there, having something that's mine. I never had that before. I know I rag on this town but honestly, I've grown fond of it, the people treat you with respect and are kind, plus you're here." She squeezed my hand and I brought hers up to kiss softly.

  "You made it crystal clear in front of everybody that you stayed because you didn't want to leave me, and I'll be honest it scared me to death. I never had someone who wanted me for more than my status in the club, among other things."

  I laughed to break up the seriousness, but she just stared blankly.

  Well, I tried.

  I pull her back down and closer to me. "I want to tell you what caused me to turn so cold."

  She leans up and gives me a soft kiss filled with comfort and attentiveness.

  "Go ahead, I'm not going anywhere."

  I tell her about what I know about my deadbeat father, which isn't much, the countless come and go’s after that and her time with Mr. Wellington.

  "I watched...watched my heartbroken mother fade away to nothing after pining over him, he discarded her like a used condom and yet she still loved him. No one else would ever have her whole heart, not even her own son."

  I told her about having to commit her and how she acted when she returned.

  She patted my chest, "Your mom just wanted to be loved, it was sad that all these men used her and threw her away causing cracks in her psyche. You did the right thing having her committed, I know that was the toughest thing in your life."

  How wrong she was, that was one of the easiest decisions.

  I sigh, getting to the most difficult part of the story, "Let me connect the dots between me and Johnny," She shudders, and I kiss her forehead, I know she's still traumatized.

  "I found my mom straddling Johnny, sucking his face, and practically humping him in the living room one day. I wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, he had some soft spot for her and would treat her decently. She was an adult and I had to let her make her own decisions but this one, I just wish I had stepped in. Her and Johnny were arguing after like eight months of dating, she said some girl came to her door and spilled all the details about her and Johnny's steady romps at the nearby motel, including receipts. She knew details about him that only people who had seen him naked could identify, apparently, he had his dick pierced, something I could have gone without knowing, but it was a dead giveaway that he had been cheating. My mom lost it and kicked the girl out...then went on a rampage breaking everything in the house. He walked in during her meltdown, called her crazy and that just made it worse. She focused her rage
and emotion at him as she screamed about the girl, about the lies and how he said he would never hurt her, and they'd live a normal life.

  He countered telling her he never said that and that she was just a really good time and she gave him money to support his habit. Before he was dealing, he was using, I bet he's using now, no way he can be clean while still selling."

  I shift a bit, "Anyway, I came in just as he was breaking up with her. He said he could get sex from anywhere and that he has on the regular and she was just a pathetic loser. Her heart broke and she ran up the stairs, before I could turn around, he was already gone. I tried to clean up the signs of their unhealthy relationship while I waited, waited for the wailing to begin, the screaming and I'd be there to pick up the pieces again. But...there was complete silence and I felt it in the pit of my stomach, something was wrong this time. I ran up the stairs yelling, Mom! Mom! and I opened her door..."

  My breathing hitched a bit as I came to the toughest part of the story, "S-she was lying face down on her bed with two empty pill bottles and a bottle of vodka clutched in her hand. She combined her antidepressants with sleeping pills and took them with vodka. I tried, I tried to wake her, but she didn't respond. I called the paramedics and I held her while I waited. She opened her eyes once more and whispered that she was sorry and that she loved me. She was dead before they arrived, the combination made a toxic cocktail her body couldn't handle. My mother died because of love and that's why I blame Johnny and all the others. I want them to burn in hell for what they did to her. Watching her die was the hardest thing I had to do. I swore to never allow my heart to be so available to be broken like that again."

  She looks up to wipe a tear that was trailing my cheek, here I was a tough biker but when it came to my mom I was weeping like a baby.

  "I'm sorry, so sorry what you had to witness, that she had to suffer because she wanted to be loved. It makes sense now and if you still want something between us, I’ll try to take it slow."

  I expected her to walk out because of the craziness of why I am the way I am, but she didn't, she said she would wait. Isn't it weird that the roles are reversed? But I look at this little beauty and pull her lips to mine which turns into a full make out session. She straddles me, hovering just above my dick. She leans forward, "I will wait for you, if you want me to."

  What I wanted was to plunge my rock-hard dick back into her soft cavern that knew how to squeeze me so deliciously. I wanted to pump into her at lightning speed until she cried out in ecstasy. But right now, I wanted her to know just what I really want..."More than anything, baby."

  She leans down and presses those heavenly lips to mine, and I feel my libido take over as I flip her, and she screams a bit. I kissed her all the way down until I reached my favorite place, her moans and pants are all I need right now. I am drowning in her, drowning in this girl who finds no fault in me, who is willing to wait. She's perfect, perfect for me.

  "There...right there! I'm so close, baby. So close...oh!" She shoves a pillow over her face as she screams out her orgasm and then there's a knock on the door.

  "Sorry! We'll keep it down." I yell as she laughs behind her hand, trying to keep quiet.

  "Yeah, well that too, but the police are here for Lyric."

  That kills the mood fast as she jumps up to change. I threw her the leggings she had and one of my long shirts since she decided to not put on a bra. I smile as I can still see the flush on her face.

  "Shut up."

  We walk down to see two uniformed officers in the living room with Jackal and Cheetah.

  This can’t be good.

  UP IN FLAMES

  LYRIC

  What could they want with me? Did I serve someone underage? Was the liquor license expired? I had so many scenarios in my head and I still would have never prepared for what they would tell me.

  They watch me as I come down the stairs but they're probably looking at the massive moving boulder behind me. My own personal bodyguard.

  "Good morning gentlemen, seeing as it's like 2 am, what can I do for you?"

  They look at each other and grimace before they look at me, trying to see who is going to relay the information. The younger officer steps forward. "Ms. Pullman there was an incident at your bar shortly after 1:10am."

  My stomach dropped and the tears started welling up. "W-what? What do you mean? How bad is it?" I find myself leaning further back into Aleister as my legs go weak.

  "I'm sorry but there was a fire. The fire crew is currently there trying to extinguish the remaining flames, but it looks to be a total loss."

  I reacted before I got some sense, "Take me there now, please!"

  I didn't mean to yell but I couldn't believe it. I had to see it, I had to know.

  "Let me take you, sweetheart." I turn to see him grabbing his bike key and I nod while wiping my tears away. He grabs my face. "Hey, listen, it's going to be okay."

  I know he's trying to keep me calm but I'm a fucking train wreck.

  CUPID

  Jesus, it's gone.

  The entire building is gone. Reduced to cinders.

  The second she was off the bike she fell to her knees and sobbed. Her newly found hope burned to ashes, the ashes the firefighters were still hosing down.

  It was her dream and she put so much hard work into it, I watched my baby girl fall apart. The guys followed us because they knew how much she loved that place. They were equally as heartbroken as me to see her in such a state.

  Her cries reminded me of my mother, and I tried to console her, but she was broken-hearted. The one good thing was she put the money left and documents in a safe deposit box at the bank a week ago and now she had the police report and insurance to rebuild if she wanted.

  To be honest, I didn't want her to, I started having different thoughts, of us leaving here, me leaving the club to make her dream come true of living on a beach somewhere. Being happy with just the two of us.

  I tried to get her to come home after speaking with the cops there. "We're sorry this happened Ms. Pullman, we'll keep in touch with any updates." She just nods and walks back toward my bike.

  I pulled the officers to the side, "I want you to look into a girl named Patricia Freeman but she goes by Trixie, she came by our clubhouse and there was an altercation between her and my girl and she threatened her, I'd put my money on her."

  "Anyone else?" I just shake my head and walk back trying to figure out how to console her.

  We get home at 3:05 am and she walks up the stairs. I stay downstairs with the guys. I run my hands through my hair, tugging it a bit while pacing the room.

  "Fuck! Just when everything was settling down, this happened. What do I say to her? I can't imagine how she feels right now. I don't, I don't know what to say."

  They all look at me with the same face, a face full of not knowing what to do.

  "You need to just be there. Just as she has been here lying in wait for you to open up." Jackal claps my back.

  "I told her everything, tonight. She said she was still willing to wait for me, she's everything to me. I was so stupid."

  "Go up there and console her, we'll figure it out in the morning, everyone needs to get some sleep. I'll have Digi see if he can find anything if he's well enough."

  I go up the stairs, feeling defeated. I can hear her crying and sniffling. She doesn't even react when I come in. I shut my door and take off everything except my boxers, I let her stay in her leggings and my shirt and I pull her to me.

  "W-what am I go-going to do? It's all that I had." Her body wracked in sobs, I just kept rubbing her back and kissing her forehead, whispering positive affirmations until she fell asleep.

  I was beyond livid; I would bet my life that skanky bitch had something to do with this. And I was going to find out and make her pay. I didn't sleep a wink watching my beautiful girl sleeping peacefully but with a frown on her face, her cheeks stained in dried tears and her clutching my hand very tightly.

  No need to wor
ry I'm not going anywhere.

  By morning, news had broken in town about the arson and reporters were trying to get a statement from Lyric, but I told them there would be no interviews anytime soon.

  While downstairs, I fixed her a small breakfast of oatmeal and fruit and brought it up. When I opened the door, she was clutching the pillow in front of her. I set the food down on the nightstand and pulled her towards me.

  She was shaking and she clutched onto me so tight like she was having a panic attack.

  "Where were you?"

  "Hey, it's okay I'm here, I just went to grab something for you to eat, thought maybe we'd spend the day in bed and avoid the world for a while. How does that sound? She gives me a small smile, indicating she liked the idea. I place the bowl of oatmeal on the pillow in her lap. I hold another bowl filled with fruit and a bag of granola. I watch her place the fruit and some granola in her bowl. She stirs slowly and then sniffles, "I'm sorry I'm such a drag..." I pull her face in my direction, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "You're not a drag and I'm here for whatever you need, okay?" She nods and eats quietly.