Fiona nervously stood as Ace slowly circled her. He looked her up and down appreciatively.
He had already noticed her rear; he stopped now to stare at it in the light. It was round, full, and supple. Ace reached out and placed his palm against her ass, cupping it firmly. He squeezed, testing Fiona’s reaction as much as he was the firmness of her butt.
Fiona, for her part, was expecting this, and didn’t resist. Ace rubbed his palm up and down for a minute, and then stepped away from her. He walked around to face her, taking stock of her front.
The vest clearly wasn’t hers, or at least it wasn’t her size. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they strained against the leather, rising even higher with every breath she took. The bottom half of her top was open, revealing a tight tummy that seemed to come more from genetics than exercise.
Ace dropped his gaze even farther, looking at the wide hips that came from her seemingly perfect ass, and her lean, tanned, powerful thighs. His eyes snapped up to meet hers, but they were no longer scrutinizing—they were filled with a dark, threatening lust.
He pushed her up against the shelves, trapping her again. Fiona bit her lip to keep from crying out. Ace smiled. He knew he scared her, even though she was pretending he didn’t. She had never met a man like him, he was willing to bet, let alone offered herself to one.
Ace ran his hands along her rigid body. She didn’t seem experienced, but to say she was unsexual would be a gross mistake. Her lips were an innocent, rosy pink, and Ace thought they begged to be tasted, to be bitten…to be wrapped around his cock. He began to stir down below as he flashed back to the image of her on her knees, with her big blue eyes staring up at him pleadingly.
He instinctively flicked his tongue out, wetting his lips. He hadn’t been this hot in a long time. He and Katie had great sex, there was no doubt about that, and Ace had a lay or two on the side when someone caught his eye. Katie was usually a bit pissy about it for a day or two afterwards, but then she’d revenge fuck some other guy and come back to him, so it all worked out.
The thing was, those women were a dime a dozen around The Crabtree. They walked in and out of the bar every day. A girl like Fiona, however, wouldn’t look at him twice if she saw him in the street. In fact, she might go out of her way to make sure she didn’t look at him once.
He pressed himself up against her, making sure she felt how hard he was. This time she gasped, closing her eyes. Ace paused, grinning—he wasn’t sure if that sound had come from a place of fear or something else entirely. He had a hunch that if Fiona were to let loose, she would be every bit as provocative as the girls out in the bar.
“How do I know you’re going to do what you say?” she asked suddenly.
“What do you mean?” he asked, pulled out of the fog of his imagination.
“How do I know you won’t just fuck me and then leave me and my brother out to dry?” Fiona clarified.
Ace shrugged. “I guess you don’t,” he said.
“I thought you said you were a nice guy,” Fiona panted, breaking the tense silence.
“Am I being mean?” Ace asked mildly.
“You’re abusing the situation for your own advantage,” she accused.
“I beg to differ,” he countered, still running his hands up and down her narrow waist. “You offered yourself—I merely accepted.”
“Asshole,” Fiona muttered.
Ace grabbed both of her wrists, slamming them above her head, holding them there. Fiona let out a small scream, unable to hide her fear this time.
He leaned in until his nose was inches from hers. “Feel free to back out at any time,” he said, letting go of her. “I’m not the one with everything to lose.” Ace stepped away from her and gestured to the door.
Fiona didn’t move. She hated that she was in this situation—it was humiliating! Though, perhaps, the reason it was so embarrassing was because Fiona had actually begun to find herself genuinely attracted to this terrifying man.
Ace scared her to the core, but nowhere near as much as the realization that she was enjoying being pinned against metal shelving in a dirty back office.
He was trying to push her, frighten her away; then he would be off the hook helping her. But she wasn’t going to give up so easily. Fiona was willing to do whatever it took to save her brother.
She looked Ace square in the eye and lifted her chin, all fear gone. She was daring him to do whatever he wished with her.
Fiona’s sudden lack of aversion surprised Ace. She was more resilient than he gave her credit for. I’ll just have to push her a little harder, he thought smugly. Ace might have agreed to help her with Alexei in exchange for sex, but if he slept with her and then something happened that scared Fiona so much that she couldn’t continue with the deal, well, that was a different story.
Gripping the back of her head, her thick brown hair cushioning his hold on her, Ace pressed his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue inside. He dropped his other hand to her back, cleaving his body to hers. Ace gathered Fiona into his arms, leaving her no escape.
Escape was the furthest thing from Fiona’s mind. She met Ace’s force with her own, winding her tongue around his. She moaned quietly, closing her eyes against the heat she felt building within herself.
Ace reached his hand down to slip between her legs, and he broke away from Fiona suddenly, shocked. She had been so incredibly hot and damp, he couldn’t believe it. Ace had wanted to scare her into running back home to Daddy and now he found himself with a raging hard-on that was pointing right at the girl—literally.
“What the fuck was that,” Fiona whimpered softly, mostly to herself.
Ace took a look at her, relieved to see that she seemed as shaken up as he was about what had just transpired between them. He quickly composed himself, discreetly adjusting his pants to obscure his throbbing hard cock. “Scared you might like it, or just plain scared?” Ace taunted Fiona, fighting to keep his voice from shaking.
Fiona dropped her eyes to the front of Ace’s jeans that did nothing to obscure his erection. “Really?” she said, pointing at his crotch.
Ace shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. “I’m a guy—it doesn’t take much,” he scoffed.
Fiona stared at him. Why does he insist on being such a fucking prick? she wondered. She rolled her eyes and caught a glimpse of the clock hanging above the door.
“Forty-five minutes?” she cried. “We’ve been in here for almost forty-five minutes!” Melanie was surely scared shitless for Fiona, not to mention whatever she was dealing with out in the bar.
“Your friend is fine,” Ace said, correctly guessing why Fiona was freaking out. “My boys will make sure she gets home safe. And alone,” he added, seeing her face.
“I’ll make sure of that,” Fiona said firmly, pushing past Ace to open the door. He reached out to stop her, both of their hands gripping the doorknob. He loomed over her, and Fiona felt a heady sensation wash over her entire body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“I’m going to get my friend.” Fiona yanked the knob, but it held fast under Ace strong fingers.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he told her. “Not until you’ve finished, er, paying for our services.”
Fiona looked around. In the moment, the dingy room had been sexy in its distastefulness, but now that her head was clear, it was downright offensive. “I’m not having sex with you here,” Fiona said haughtily. “This place is disgusting.”
“You didn’t seem to mind a minute ago,” he replied with a smirk.
Fiona’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she remembered the clear arousal in her reaction. “That was a minute ago,” she shot back.
Ace laughed. “All right, then where?” he asked.
Fiona thought for a minute. “We can go back to my place.”
“Didn’t you say Alexei was planning on killing you? Shouldn’t you stay somewhere else, like a hotel or something?” Ace pointed out.
“Thanks, I hadn’t thought of that,” she said sarcastically. She grew serious, biting her lip. Ace wanted to do it for her. “I don’t want Alexei thinking he got to me,” Fiona said. “That, and I can’t afford it,” she added. “I need every penny for Niko.”
Ace considered the fact that her bedroom would probably make Fiona feel more comfortable. That was against his plan; he wanted to push her as far out of her comfort zone as he could.
He wanted her to admit that she was out of her depth, that she didn’t belong here. People like Fiona, good, innocent people, should stay on their side of the tracks. If her brother’s in trouble, she needs to drop her brother, Ace thought. She had no clue what Alexei would do to her when the time came. Once he gave her a taste, however, he knew she would come to her senses and make a run for it.
***
Katie looked at her phone. Ace had been gone with that girl for over a half an hour at this point. She narrowed her hazel, almond-shaped eyes and threw back a shot.
Next to her, Diego was charming the shorts off of Melanie. She was giggling up a storm; her drunken laughter made Katie’s teeth grate.
Smalls leaned in on her other side, his massive stomach grazing her arm. “Is it a good idea for Diego to be hittin’ up a back-warmer from an unknown gang?” he muttered to her worriedly. “What if she’s someone’s old lady?”
Katie gave Smalls a look. “Do you see any property patches on her?” she asked blankly.
Smalls frowned, half a dozen wrinkles appearing on his forehead. “Oh,” he said, squinting his eyes at Melanie. “I guess you’re right.”
“Besides, it’s not like she’s a real biker, anyway,” Katie sighed.
“Right,” Smalls said, automatically agreeing. “Wait, what?” he cried in a strangled whisper. “What d’you mean ‘not a real biker’?”
“Smalls, seriously?” Katie said, disheartened. “She’s got no patches of any kind, no colors, nothing. Her friend didn’t have anything on either.”
“If they’re not from a gang, then why are they here?” Smalls asked.
Katie stared at the door to the back office. “I don’t know, Smalls.”
“How do they know about Alexei?”
Katie sighed, exasperated. “I don’t know, Smalls!” she snapped. “But you can be damn sure I’m going to find out,” Katie murmured to herself.
At that moment, the door opened, and Katie saw Ace about to step out. She breathed a sigh of relief; the two of them looked as though they had been arguing. Maybe now the girl and her friend would leave, and The Hell Brothers could get back to more important things at hand, namely Alexei.
Katie wanted to confront Fiona about her and her friend’s disguise, but she accurately guessed that Ace had already noticed their fraud and that was why he had secluded her to the back.
She made a move to stand up, but right as she did, she saw Fiona drop to her knees, grabbing Ace as she fell. Is this fucking whore going to blow him with the door wide open? Katie wondered.
Instead, Ace glanced out into the bar, his eyes completely passing over her, and he shut the door, leaving him once again alone in the room with Fiona.
Katie closed her eyes to regain control of herself. If she wasn’t careful, she might snap, go into that back office, and beat the shit out of them.
It always bothered her when Ace picked up something on the side, but nothing a revenge fuck couldn’t ever cure. Watching Ace’s clear interest in the girl, however, brought out something much uglier in Katie. Hot ropes of jealousy twisted in her gut, and she felt herself stand up, filled with anger.
She managed to restrain herself from heading towards the back, and instead directed her long legs to bring her to the bar. Waving halfheartedly to Blake, Katie ordered a top-shelf whiskey and took a liberal sip when it was handed to her.
“Hey there!” a cheery voice said next to her.
Katie turned to see Lucky smiling widely at her. “Hey, Lucky. How’s it going?” she muttered, sipping her drink again.
“Better than you, by the looks of it,” Lucky said, picking the cashews out of the nut bowl. Blake glared at her and flapped a towel in her direction, where Lucky promptly stuck her tongue out in response. “Is this ’cause Ace brought that girl into Blake’s back office where you two usually sneak off to do it when you think we don’t notice?”
Katie stared at Lucky. Bikers were notorious for their bluntness, but Lucky was on another level. She was young, barely twenty-one, with a bubbly yet dry nature that made her cheeky on a good day and downright disrespectful on a bad one. Right now she was riding the line for Katie.
“Who is she?” Lucky asked, flipping her black and pink dip-dyed hair over her shoulder. Someone once asked her why she changed her hair so often. Lucky merely gave a secretive smile and said, “It keeps things interesting.”
Katie glanced at the back room where the door was still closed. “No one important,” she growled, finishing her drink.
“She looks important,” Lucky said mildly.
Katie looked back—they were coming out of the office, Fiona in front and Ace close behind her. Instead of joining the gang at the bar, however, Katie watched Ace usher Fiona out through the rear entrance. She put her hand up to order another one.
“So, Katie,” Lianna said, coming up to stand on the other side of her, “how drunk will we be getting tonight?”
“Enough,” Katie replied shortly.
“Enough to bang Diego?” Lianna joked, both Lucky and she breaking into snorts of laughter.
Diego was actually a nice guy who was incredibly respectful to the women of The Hell Brothers, but he was a notorious tomcat who often picked up whatever was lying around at the end of the night.
Katie gave her friends a small smile. “No, not Diego. I don’t think I could be drunk enough for that and still be conscious.”
“Well, then,” Lucky exclaimed brightly, turning Katie on her stool to survey the bar, “let’s take a look at our options.” It was common tradition for the girls to help Katie pick out who she would go home with on the nights Ace would go AWOL with other girls. “I know this is your favorite part, Lianna,” Lucky said drily.
It was the worst kept secret in The Hell Brothers that Lianna was a lesbian. Ever since she had joined three years back, there had been a quiet understanding that Lianna wasn’t ever going to be anyone’s back-warmer. This, of course, prompted Diego to endlessly pursue her, in a lighthearted manner that Lianna found hilarious.
“What about him?” Lucky pointed at a man who looked like Fabio with neck tattoos.
Katie made a face. “His hair is way too long. I don’t even like when I get my own in my mouth, let alone a stranger’s.”
Lucky and Lianna exchanged confused looks. “Uh, okay…” Lucky said. Katie wasn’t normally very picky. Usually the first attractive guy they pointed out was enough for her, and Fabio definitely fit the bill. “Mind if I hit it, then?” Lucky asked, looking the man up and down. “Because damn.”
Katie rolled her eyes. If Diego was a tomcat, Lucky was a man-eater. As she liked to put it, she was a hunter who only selected the finest prey.
Lianna reached over to nudge Lucky, nodding towards Katie. Lucky grimaced—she was being a bad friend. This was about Katie.
“How about that guy?” Lucky had spotted another hottie who just walked in. He had short, spiked hair with a generous amount of stubble framing his handsome square jaw.
“Too pretty,” Katie said, shooting him down. “I don’t like guys who look like they might be prettier than me.”
Lianna sniggered. Katie was one of the most gorgeous women she had ever seen. If there was a man prettier than her, he wasn’t from this Earth. “Stop being such a pity party,” she scolded Katie. “This is usually fun for you.”
“Well, if there were a halfway decent man here for me, maybe I would be having more fun, if you know what I mean,” Katie said condescendingly.
“Hey!” Lucky protested angrily. “It’s not our fault you suddenly developed a type!”
“What about Riley?” Lianna quickly suggested, trying to prevent an argument from breaking out. “I bet he’d piss off Ace quite a bit.” She looked at Lucky to see her worriedly chewing at her bottom lip, looking from Katie to Riley and back again.
“On second thought,” Lianna said hastily, “maybe you should just avoid men tonight. Ace will never believe you went home alone. He’ll go nuts trying to figure out who you fucked.”
Katie smiled slowly. “You’re a crafty bitch, aren’t you, Lianna? I like that idea.”
Lianna laughed uneasily, her heart slowly falling to her feet. Lucky had come into the gang less than a year ago, and while Lianna had never truly dared to hope, she could at least fantasize about the happy, colorful girl.
Who would have thought, Lianna mused, looking at the tall, dark man. Riley was a quiet guy, or an old soul, as Smalls once referred to him.
Almost as though he could sense them talking about him, Riley raised his head and waved to the trio sitting at the bar. All three waved back with dopey grins on their faces, even Lianna. Where Diego tried too hard and often scared women away, Riley had a smoothness about him that made him popular with the ladies. Of all the men in The Hell Brothers, Riley was the only one where Lianna understood Lucky’s attraction to him.
“All right, bitches. I’ll be over at the table. See you there,” Katie said, grabbing her drink and taking a seat amongst the gang.
Lianna sighed and put up her hand to order a double.
“Thanks,” Lucky said quietly. Lianna nodded, her mouth tight. “How did you know?” she asked Lianna. “It’s just, we’ve tried to keep it a secret, and…” She trailed off.
“I didn’t know until a minute ago,” Lianna replied. “I saw your face when I suggested Riley, and I pretty much filled in the blanks from there.”
“Please don’t tell anyone, Lianna,” Lucky begged her.
Lianna frowned, taking a large gulp from her glass. “I won’t, but why not? No one would care.”
“We really like each other,” Lucky explained. “Like, a lot. But we don’t want to ruin what we’ve got going on. I’m not Katie. I can’t handle going back and forth like that.”
“Katie and Ace have their own issues that don’t have anything to do with you and Riley,” Lianna pointed out.
Lucky shook her head, her long earrings jangling loudly. “Nuh-uh. Too risky.” She suddenly let out a dry laugh.
“What is it?” Lianna asked curiously.
“It’s just funny—not funny ha-ha, more like life is strange,” Lucky clarified. “But it’s like…if Katie talked to Ace about how shitty she felt when he goes and fucks other girls, maybe she would be better off, just like maybe if Riley and I told everyone about our relationship, we might be better off. But nobody wants to do that, even if it’s better for them; it’s too risky.”
Lianna gave Lucky a wide-eyed look. “Fucking hell, Lucky. I’m not drunk enough to go there yet,” she joked uncomfortably. Her heart was pounding as she wrestled internally with herself. Lucky was right; if she didn’t say anything, she was a coward. She opened her mouth, changed her mind at the last second, and brought her glass to her lips, drinking deep. Coward it is, then, Lianna thought.
She watched as Fiona’s friend Melanie fell off of her chair. Katie and Smalls each grabbed an arm, helping her to her feet. Katie adjusted the younger girl’s top so she was properly covered.
Stuffing a wad of bills into Smalls’ hand, Katie motioned to Melanie. She was telling him to take a cab and bring the girl home safely.
“Katie gets a bad rap sometimes, but she’s not so bad,” Lianna suddenly blurted out.
It was Lucky’s turn to shoot her friend a surprised look. “How do you mean?”
Lianna’s face turned a bright red. She didn’t know why she had said that. Maybe Lucky was rubbing off on her. “She’s got a lot going on, y’know. Stuff with Ace, stuff with the gang. But still, she looks out for others, even the people she doesn’t really like.” Lianna nodded to Katie, who was now handing Melanie a cup of water.
“When you say ‘stuff with the gang,’ you mean Alexei, don’t you?” Lucky asked quietly, watching Riley.
Lianna didn’t say anything for a long time. “Yeah.”
“You think it’s going to be bad,” she correctly assumed.
Lianna swallowed a hard lump. “Yeah.” She nodded. She glanced over at the normally cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl. Lucky didn’t look like her face even knew how to make a smile. “But not for us,” Lianna added, forcing a bit of joy into her voice. “Alexei’s never gonna know what hit him. Katie said she talked to Ace about it and they came up with a plan.”
“Really?” Lucky cried excitedly.
“Yup!” Lianna said confidently. “Alexei’s gonna be dust by the time The Hell Brothers is through with him. Then things will go back to the way they were.”
Katie had said no such thing, of course, but it was criminal for someone like Lucky to be sad, even if for only a moment.
Lianna ordered a round of drinks for the table and brought it over, enjoying the happy night while it lasted.
***
Ace held the rear entrance door open for Fiona. He smugly noticed that she hesitated, frightened to leave the bar and enter the dark back alley with him.
“Getting scared?” he taunted, whispering in her ear.
Fiona snapped her head back, immediately blushing at her reaction. “I’m fine,” she lied.
Ace led her around to the side of the building where close to four dozen motorcycles were parked. The lot was a sea of chrome and leather. Fiona followed Ace, carefully winding her way around the bikes. She had visions of tripping over a kickstand and sending them all to the ground like dominoes.
He approached a bike, pulling the helmet off of the back. Fiona looked it over. It was long, much longer than most of the normal motorcycles Fiona saw on the highway, ones Ace and his boys called “crotch-rockets”. The front wheel was huge, with red spokes. The rest of the bike was a matte black, with small red accents here and there.
Ace swung a leg over, handing Fiona a second helmet that was strapped to the backseat. “Hop on,” he told her.
Fiona took her time putting on the helmet, not wanting to ruin her hair. As she pulled it over her head, she caught a strong whiff of perfume that she recognized smelling earlier in the bar—Katie’s.
That might be a problem, Fiona worried.
Ace was looking at her expectantly, so she hastily got on the bike, wiggling to find a comfortable spot.
“You’re going to want to hold on,” Ace warned her. If she knew him, she would have heard the humor in his voice and perhaps would have been prepared. He started the bike, and it roared to life, filling Fiona’s body with pure energy and force.
She screamed inside the helmet, but it was still loud enough for Ace to hear over the motor.
“Relax,” he said, flipping up his visor so he could talk to her. “It’ll go easier if you move with the bike, okay? Just let your body do what’s natural.” Without waiting for a response, Ace turned around and revved the engine, causing another ripple of vibrations to spread through Fiona.
She instinctively grabbed at his back, her fists tightly clenching his leather vest. She could feel his hard back underneath her hands, and she flashed back to the dingy office room they had been in only a few minutes ago. Fiona had felt a number of muscles through his thin black t-shirt, and couldn’t help but compare Ace to Ash, finding the latter to fall seriously short in several categories—physically, anyway.
Ash was attractive enough, in a plain sort of way. Short brown hair, brown eyes, a slight build—he was a sketch artists’ worst nightmare. There was simply nothing remarkable about him, excluding his overly-romantic tendencies, which, unfortunately, were not able to be conveyed through his appearance.
Everywhere Ash was average, Ace was improved, if not exceptionally better. Ace had auburn hair with reddish-streaks that caught the light, his eyes were green, with flecks of gold, and he towered over Fiona, making her feel small and delicate.
Ace duck-walked the bike out to the street. He pulled up his feet, and, following Fiona’s slender, finger, peeled out in the direction she had pointed.
As he drove, he began to plan how he would force Fiona out. The key, Ace reasoned, was to make her actually enjoy being with him. A girl like Fiona would hate herself for letting a man like him touch her, and if she liked him touching her, well, that would just send her running for the hills.
You want her to hate herself? a voice said in Ace’s head. Why? Because you hate yourself?
“I don’t hate myself,” Ace muttered to himself, grateful for the engine that prevented him from being overheard.
If you don’t now, you will once you go through with this, the voice said.
Ace ignored the voice and revved the motor again, drowning out all thoughts.
They arrived at Fiona’s house twenty minutes later. It had been terrifying at first, but Fiona had eventually been able to relax and do as Ace suggested, and the adrenaline rush she got made it almost worth it.
Ace checked out the damage as they rolled up. Her windows had been shot out and boarded up with some cheap plywood, and what appeared to be scorch marks on her sidewalk and the road in front of her house. Had Alexei tried to smoke her and her brother out? It probably wasn’t a good time to ask, he figured.
Fiona unlocked the front door and let Ace in behind her. She looked around her place. She and Melanie had done their best to pick up the broken glass and debris, but there was only so much they could do. It was still a disaster zone.
“Sorry, about…you know,” she said, gesturing around her.
“Are you sure you feel safe staying here?” Ace asked.
She shrugged. “I work hard to afford this place. It’s the only thing I know as home. I’m not leaving,” Fiona told him firmly. “If you’re scared, you’re welcome to leave,” she offered wickedly, challenging him.
Ace whipped his head around to look at her in shock. Where had that come from? He watched as she went into a cupboard and began to rummage around, eventually coming back with a bottle of vodka that was stoppered with…a towel?
“What’s that?” he asked, chuckling. “It looks like a—”
“It was a Molotov cocktail,” Fiona said, cutting him off. “Now it’s dinner.” She pulled two glasses out of the cabinet and poured them each a drink. She didn’t wait to cheers; she just swallowed the harsh liquor, waiting for it to bring her the courage she needed to deal with the situation.
Ace raised an eyebrow at her. That explains the fire damage I saw outside, he thought, looking at the bottle. Fiona had defended her home with DIY explosives. He was maybe going to need to rethink his strategy, for she was clearly not as helpless as she seemed.
He finished his drink in one long sip, setting the glass on the counter and watching Fiona intently. She had gulped down her drink, and was pouring herself another one. Ace reached out a hand to stop her. He didn’t want her unconscious. He wanted her to be clear of mind when she begged for him.
Ace came to stand behind her. He slid his hands down her arms, plucking the glass from her grip. Placing it on the table, he continued to put his hands all over Fiona’s body, feeling her skin grow hot under his touch. She was so incredibly responsive, it was amazing.
She quivered as she felt his rough fingers lightly graze her skin. Their path was meandering and unexpected; her breath hitched every time he passed over an especially sensitive spot, her lower stomach, the inside of her elbow, just behind her ears.
She felt herself grow hot all over. It was the back office all over again. Fiona couldn’t control her body; her underwear was growing damp at his prolonged touch. She closed her eyes and her soft, rosy lips parted, letting a quiet moan escape.
Her reaction was so evocative, Ace couldn’t help but give a lustful sigh in return. He shook his head. He was so hot for her he was losing focus. He had a plan and he needed to stick to it, not just toss it to the wind because he had no self-restraint.
Ace told himself the reason he was so eager to take Fiona to bed was because she was so different than what he was used to, but then she instinctively began to move against him, and he utterly forgot what he had been thinking about.
Slipping his hands around her waist, Ace guided her hips, loving the way his hands seemed to perfectly form around her. He brought his hands up, once again feeling her tight stomach. Ace gently pressed his thumb into her bellybutton, smiling at the way Fiona’s breath hitched.
He brought his hands even higher, his fingers stealing beneath her leather vest to tease the full, soft underside of her breasts, only the thin fabric of her bra separating their skin.
Ace was surprised—the women he normally liked had a handful and then some when it came to their bra size, but he found himself enchanted by Fiona’s smaller and thus perkier tits. They heaved underneath the too-small vest, and Ace watched his fingers begin to frantically pluck away at the buttons.
The vest finally opened after what seemed like an eternity, and Ace immediately covered Fiona’s breasts with his hands, feeling her nipples poke into his palms through the gauzy material. His cock throbbed in his jeans, but Fiona felt it and pulled away, pressing herself even farther into Ace’s grasp.
He tweaked her left nipple through her bra, and Fiona fell back against him, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure. Delighting in her response, Ace quickly unhooked her bra clasps and came around to face her. He slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, kneeling to cup her tits together. He pushed his face into them, appreciating their warmth.
Fiona stood there, frozen, as he began to lick and suckle her breasts. Slowly, as he toyed with her, she began to melt, running her fingers through his shaggy hair. Her knees almost buckled as he worked over one pink peak for several long moments and then moved on to the next, occasionally coming back to the first.
He nipped at her with his teeth, and Fiona hissed, tightening her grip on his hair and pulling him away. Ace surged upwards, grabbing her around the waist and pushing her against the counter. He wanted her to know he was in charge here, and that she was his whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted.
Forcibly ripping open the button on her pants, Ace roughly pulled them down, her white thong almost coming down with them.
Ace stayed down on his knees, looking at the virginal underwear. Never had he wanted to tear something off of a woman so badly. Squashing this impulse, Ace slowly stood up, and gently placed Fiona on the counter.
She was growing more and more confused with each passing second. Ace kept going back and forth between soft and hard, rushing and taking his time. It was like he was trying to make sure this lasted as long as possible.
She’d had visions of Ace drunkenly panting on top of her while she prayed for him to hurry up, but never had she expected him to caress every square inch of her skin. Or for him to stare at the most inner part of her with such intense desire.
She self-consciously tried to close her legs, to block his view, but Ace put up his hands to stop her, tracing his fingers along the insides of her thighs. Fiona shivered with pleasure and Ace patiently eased her knees apart again, kissing them.
He slid his hands up Fiona’s legs, smoothing them over her hips, his thumbs dipping down to lightly brush against the top of her pussy through the silk fabric of her thong. Ace hesitated for only a second before firmly pressing upwards, right where he knew her clit would be.
Fiona’s body went rigid, then immediately limp as he pulled his fingers away. She panted heavily in shock.
As suddenly as Ace’s fingers had left her, they were back, pulling her underwear to the side so his tongue might join them in plying Fiona’s hot, wet pussy with such heady sensations she thought she was going to pass out.
He dragged his tongue the full length of her in long, slow strokes, building Fiona up higher and higher. Any confusion she had previously felt was now forgotten, along with almost everything she had ever known in life. Nothing existed for Fiona except Ace’s hands and mouth.
He stepped back, and Fiona whimpered at the loss of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. Holding out a hand, he helped Fiona off the counter and followed her to the bedroom.
She climbed onto the bed, feeling awkward. Ace had just made her feel good, like, really good. Now was usually the time when Ash would say it was her turn to go down on him, but Fiona wasn’t sure if that was what Ace wanted. Maybe he just wanted to have sex now.
She hesitantly reached for his belt buckle, but Ace stayed her hand once again. “Don’t you want to…” Fiona trailed off, feeling horribly inexperienced and embarrassed.
“What I want to do right now, more than anything, Fiona,” Ace said seriously, “is to get an up close and personal look at that ass of yours.”
Fiona smiled uncertainly. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. Part of her was enjoying being bossed around.
Ace, sensing that, dropped his voice to a menacing whisper. “Lie face down,” he ordered.
Fiona did as she was told, adrenaline flooding her body with anticipation. She felt Ace moving around on the bed behind her and then his hands on her hips again.
He slid his fingers under the silk, lace waistband and tugged gently, slipping the thong down her legs. Ace leaned forward, cupping Fiona’s ass with both hands, admiring its perfect bubble shape.
He had always considered himself to be a breast man, but Fiona had him wondering if all these years he’d been missing out. Settling between her legs, he lay down to get an intimate look at Fiona.
He reached out with his fingers, lightly flicking her clitoris with his middle finger. Fiona ground her hips into the bed in response. Ace decided he liked that very much. He did it again.
He drew small circles around her clit, noticing how her body mimicked the movement his hands made. He turned his face, licking the V where Fiona’s thigh and pussy met.
Fiona groaned loudly. She was beginning to tremble, her body unable to handle the sensations Ace’s tongue was eliciting from her. A hot point in the pit of Fiona’s stomach pulsed, sending out little sparks to her every nerve ending.
It wasn’t as though Fiona had never had an orgasm before, but certainly not one that seemed like it started at her fingertips and worked its way inward.
Every stroke of Ace’s tongue, every finger he pressed inside her, every time he whispered her name, Fiona got closer and closer to that all-encompassing point. Her heart pounded, her blood surged, and she thought she was going to explode, bigger and brighter than any Fourth of July fireworks.
Ace sat up and wiped his face, smiling at Fiona’s limp, satisfied body. He guaranteed she’d never been eaten out like that before. Her reactions alone were enough to confirm that. Ace actually felt a little bad for her. She was obviously a good person; it was shitty she’d never been treated like it.
Yeah, well, the world’s funny that way, isn’t it? Ace heard that same voice sarcastically say. He shook the thought clear as Fiona began to stir.
She rolled over lazily, giving Ace the opportunity to leisurely gaze at her perfect body. He was still rock hard, and a large part of him ached to lay his body across hers, to plunge himself deep within her. Another part, however, was perfectly content just to look at her and know he gave her the easy smile that now crossed her face.
The stress of the day combined with the absolute release Fiona had just experienced was a powerful sedative. Fiona was determined to follow through with her end of the bargain—partially for her brother, and partially to see what other wonders Ace would be able to perform on her body—but she was fading fast.
Her eyelids were fluttering once more, but this time from exhaustion, Ace noted. Impulsively, he kicked off his boots and lay in the bed next to her. Fiona immediately rolled over, throwing an arm over his chest and a leg over his hip.
He froze with his hands in the air, with no clue of where to put them or what to do next. Fiona took one of his palms and placed it so Ace was firmly cupping one buttock. The other she moved so it was resting in her thick, wild hair.
Sighing happily, Fiona settled against Ace, and within minutes, was gently snoring.
Ace, for his part, still had no idea what he was doing. Was he really going to spend the night here? In a house his mortal enemy had already shot up once before, with a woman he had just spent the last half hour eating out, only to end up with blue balls in return.
He looked at Fiona. After listening to her snap at him all night long, she was so peaceful now as she slept in his arms, but Ace needed to return to the gang and give them instructions to set up surveillance on Alexei.
He moved slightly, trying to pull his arm out from under her, but she only held onto him tighter.
“Ace…” Fiona sleepily whispered. “Stay, please.”
Ace doubted Fiona even knew she was talking, let alone what she was saying, but for once in his life, Ace did as he was told. He carefully sat up, making sure not to wake Fiona as he stripped off his shirt.
Lying back down, Ace gathered Fiona in his arms once more, smiling as he drifted off to join her in dreamland.