Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rem
It was nearly midnight when I finally came back to the Aces’ compound. The clubroom had a few people, but it was mostly quiet. I sat the bar and asked for a shot.
After my fight with Isabel, I headed straight for Widow and headed out for a long drive. The road was the only place I could think. At least, it used to be, but I felt more confused now than when I left.
On the one hand, I understood Isabel’s need to know that she was my one and only. I wanted to give her that. And yet, I have lived the past fifteen years fucking who I wanted when I wanted. I’d never been faithful to anyone, so how could I make that promise?
“What’d you do?”
I looked up to see Greyson beside me, leaning on the bar.
Then Duncan was on my other side. “Yeah?”
“What are you talking about?” I grumbled.
“Heard shouting earlier,” Duncan said casually.
I shook my head. So, the club knew we were fighting. Just perfect. “You’re so sure it’s my fault?” I asked Greyson.
“I’m positive,” he responded.
I looked at the back of the bar. There was no point in trying to hide it. “I told her that I couldn’t promise to be faithful.”
“What?” Duncan shrieked. “Why didn’t you lie?”
“Duncan, shut up,” Greyson said, and then he glared at me. “I’m getting tired of personally removing your head from your ass, Rem.”
I turned to him, ready for another fight. “You know that monogamy does not lend itself to our lifestyle.”
Greyson gave me a look like I was an imbecile. “Let me ask you something. Is she the best you ever had? And I’m not just talking about the sex.”
Yes. Of course. By miles. I nodded.
“So you would be willing to risk that for the type of women you meet on the road? They can be hot, but they are the bottom of the barrel when it comes to substance.”
Man had a point.
“Rem, I’m not saying you won’t be tempted. But are you so weak that you can’t resist for the sake of your woman? You would rather hurt her than be called pussy-whipped?”
When I didn’t answer right away Greyson sighed and leaned a little closer. “Take it from a man who made that mistake and has been paying for it ever since.”
I looked over at him, shocked. I never knew a couple more solid than him and Sophie. “Who was it?”
His eyes went down to the floor. “Jeanie Stanthorpe.”
“What?” Duncan nearly spit out his beer. “The lady caterer?”
“Keep it down,” Greyson scolded.
“How’d you convince Sophie to use her?” I asked.
“Jeanie didn’t know about Sophie at the time. I was the bastard who lied and cheated, and it took me years to earn back the trust.” He gave me a pointed look. “Do you get what I’m saying?” he said, then walked away before I could respond, stomping as he went.
Duncan and I sat in silence for a few moments after Greyson’s confession. I found myself getting angry at the thought of him hurting Sophie. She was a good woman and deserved the best.
So does Isabel, you jackass.
She was out of my league in so many ways. Was I really going to let this be another?
Before I could get up to find my old lady, Duncan said, “Greyson is right, but if you need another reason to man-up with Isabel, just remember that there are others standing in line.”
I gave him a smirk as I left my stool.
Then I pulled my fist back and punched him in the jaw.
I left him there to moan and headed to the stairs to find Isabel.
I was happy to find her in our room. I thought she may have moved out while I was gone.
She glanced at me and then turned away onto her side. “I would sleep in another room, but I don’t want to give Tracy the satisfaction just yet.”
“What satisfaction?” I asked as I approached the bed.
“That she was right. I’m not enough to satisfy you.” She insisted like I was an idiot for not knowing.
I lay on the bed and threw my arm over her. She tried to stop me, but I grabbed her hand with mine. “I’m sorry about what I said before. I can be faithful to you, and I will.”
Her eyes met mine over her shoulder, curious but suspicious. “What changed?”
I licked my lips and let it all out. “You are making me fight against instincts that I’ve had since I was a kid. I always thought being an Ace meant going against normal society’s rules, and monogamy was one of them.” It sounded silly saying it aloud.
“But being faithful to you is something different.” I pulled her closer and looked straight into her warm brown eyes. “I love you.”
I didn’t come in here planning to give her those words, but looking at her now, feeling it in my chest, they had to be said. I was done holding back from this woman. I couldn’t half-ass this and expect to keep her. Isabel deserved everything, and I was going to give it to her. I knew I was risking my heart by falling in love with a girl like her, so far above me I might as well reach for the moon. But I wouldn’t be ruled by fear, not any more.
Her eyes lit up and then seeped into the edges. “I love you, too.”
I bent my head to take her lips, so happy that there was no hesitation in her response. She loved me. Only God knew why, but I wasn’t going to let her regret it.
I quickly divested her of her tank top and panties before pulling off my own clothes.
I fell onto my back and made her straddle me, my dick rubbing in her slick folds.
“Rem,” she whined. She didn’t like being on top. She said it made her feel self-conscious, but I wanted this to be about her.
I sat up and wrapped my arms around her. “Isabel, I want you on top.” I phrased it like a command, knowing she couldn’t resist being dominated in bed.
She bit her lip. “Can we turn the lights off at least?”
I swore I would kill whoever got in her head and convinced her that her body wasn’t beautiful. How could I prove that she was perfect?
“Okay,” I said gently. I figured once she learned how much pleasure there was in riding, the lights wouldn’t matter anymore.
I lay back down and reached for the lamp. The room went dark, but there was still light from the windows. I prayed my eyes would adjust quickly so I could see my girl finally take the reins.
“This is about you, Isabel. Do what feels good and don’t worry about me,” I whispered into the darkness.
She leaned down and kissed me. As our lips met, I fought the need to push her hips where I wanted them. Instead, I caressed her shoulders lightly, trying to give her the freedom of movement but keeping my hands on her.
After a few moments, she finally leaned back and started grinding her clit against my shaft.
My eyes had adjusted enough that I could make out her face. She had her eyes closed and kept alternating between licking and biting her lip. I smiled to myself, loving how hard she was concentrating.
Her hands were on my shoulders, making her tits swing inches from my mouth. How I wanted to taste them, but I settled for palming them both as she continued to wriggle on top of me. “That’s it, babe. Feel how hard I am for you,” I said, giving her encouragement.
Isabel whimpered and started moving faster. I could feel her juices flowing out to soak my cock and thighs. Her breathing was getting faster, so I reached both hands around to grab her ass. I didn’t push her. Instead I kneaded her flesh and let my fingers slip to play with her weeping cunt.
“Oh, Rem,” she said as her body stopped moving and tensed. Then I felt a quiver in her thighs. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I nearly growled at the feeling.
When the moment passed, I watched her open her eyes and look right down at me. They were lethargic, but there was something else there that I hadn’t seen yet. It was a dark, lustful hunger. Like a she-wolf wanting more.
Without breaking eye contact, I felt her hand wander down between our bodies to position my cock at her entrance. I had to check myself not to plunge upward.
She started sinking down on me, inch by inch, slow as fucking molasses. She had a little smirk as she did it, too, knowing it was torture. I was probably leaving bruises where my fingers gripped her hips. I needed to be balls deep, but her slow descent made it so I felt every luscious inch inside her and I loved it.
“Fuck, Isabel. That tight pussy is going to be the death of me.”
“Good,” she said as she finally took my whole length inside her. As if to torture me more, she sat still on top of me and let her muscles squeeze and contract around me. I let out a groan. She sat back onto my dick a little further and then let her hands pet my chest and stomach. In turn, I cupped her breasts again, plumping them and teasing her nipples.
Our hard breathing was the only sounds in the room, and I swore this moment was for the record books. No woman ever held me inside her like Isabel, simply enjoying the feeling of our intimate connection. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Suddenly she took one of my hands and brought it to her mouth. She took my index finger inside and suckled gently. I nearly came it was so fucking hot, feeling her warm little tongue sucking.
“Isabel,” I said sternly, knowing the little minx was teasing me.
My finger came out of her mouth with a pop, and she gave me another wanton smirk. Fortunately, she started to move up and down on my length. Slow and easy at first, getting her bearings for riding a big cock. I kept a hand on her hip to help guide her but kept the other one on her breasts to tease her nipples. Soon her head was falling back and she moved a little faster.
“That’s it, babe. Take me deep.”
Her cunt was so hot that I had to grit my teeth to keep from blowing my load.
Now her strokes were getting harder, and she had to lean forward again to support herself. Her tits swung in front of my face again, and this time I took them into my mouth. Isabel gasped but didn’t stop. My cock was so hard that I was ready to explode.
I reached down to rub her clit, wanting to feel her spasm around my shaft.
“Oh Jacob, please, I need—” she said but couldn’t finish.
I leaned up quickly and took her in my arms. I rammed myself deep, and she screamed, “Yes.” Then I took her hips and fucked her onto my cock, making sure I was hitting that spot.
As she came, she wrapped her arms around my neck and put her forehead to mine. Only a few more strokes into her quivering pussy and I came, too, shooting off like a firecracker.
I fell back onto the bed with a grunt, keeping her in my arms.
Make-up sex really was the best ever. I felt completely drained but happy.
Happy. That word sounded weird to think, much less feel.
Isabel nuzzled into my chest.
“How about I take you out tomorrow?” I asked.
She smiled into my skin. “Really? You don’t have work?”
“No.” I found her hand and held it with mine. “It’s time I take you on a real date.”
She squeezed my hand in excitement, and I winced at the pain. “What happened?” she asked, finally seeing the red of my knuckles.
“I punched Duncan,” I said. I’m glad the lights were out so my embarrassment didn’t show.
“Why?” she asked without lifting her head.
“‘Cause he was right,” I growled.