Chapter 23
When Christie woke the next morning, Ace was gone. For a moment, she felt the sweeping loneliness threaten her all over again. Then the door was pushed open and he came in, carrying two cups of coffee and toast like he did on very first morning together. In the morning light, he still looked just as battered and bruised, but he was awake and smiling, which made Christie’s heart soar with relief.
“Ace, should you be up?”
He nodded and set down the tray, “I have a lot to talk to you about.”
He sighed and looked at her honestly, “Christie, I’ve left fighting once and for all.’
Even though she assumed that was the case, Christie’s heart still lifted with happiness at his words. He was out of the club. No more danger lurking at the shadows, no more worrying and wondering whether or not Ace would be getting hurt.
She smiled and he smiled back at her, but the expression quickly turned serious.
“I don’t have a lot of money. All of this is owned by them.” He sighed, “I’ll be kicked out of here soon. But that’s okay. I’m studying. I’ll find work. I’ll be okay.”
He looked at Christie for a long moment, and she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, “I know I haven’t been there for you. I said I didn’t want to have a kid and didn’t want to be with you.” He took a deep breath.
“I hope you will forgive me, Christie. But just know that everything I did I did to keep you safe.” His eyes met hers and she thought her heart was going to stop, “I care about you and I care about this baby. I don’t want to leave you all alone.”
He frowned, “Look, what I’m saying is…I don't want to just help out with the money. I want all of it.”
He looked almost awkward and Christie thought that her heart was going to burst. It was everything that she had dreamt about and longed for, and then some. He wanted to be part of the family. Finally, he wanted to be with her.
He was safe now, and free to get another job; whatever job he wanted. Christie didn’t care about the money. She just wanted him with her, safe and sound, and her wishes were coming true. She covered her face and tried not to cry, but it was impossible. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Ace frowned in concern, “Hey, no I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Christie shook her head and gave a shaky laugh. She was not upset at all. She was elated in every sense of the word.
“I want all of it. I don’t care about the money.” She whispered. As the words sunk in, Ace beamed. Christie leaned over and pressed her lips against his, feeling him kiss her back with passion and desire.
She held him in her arms and felt his strong hand circle around her back and then around her waist. His lips were on her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive skin and making her moan with desire.
Everything was going to be okay now. She had gotten through it and Ace was there to stay. His hands found her leg, and his fingers brushed the skin on her thighs stroking softly.
Ace smiled and kissed her, his clothes falling to the floor as his hands brushed up her sides and along the curves of her breasts, coming to rest on the warm spot across her midriff.
She blushed and thought that she might be overcome with happiness. Ace kissed her, hard and deep. Then, Christie gave in without a care in the world. He gently parted her thighs and she felt the strength of his girth, large and full, press and push against the heat between her legs.
When he slid in, she felt the sensitive nerve endings in her body tingle and shudder like she had never been touched before. Christie bit her lip and moaned, spreading her legs a little more.
When Ace pushed in deeper, she gasped. His fingers found her breasts, playing with the soft skin and teasing her tipples, tweaking and stroking, squeezing and pulling in ways that were driving Christie wild.
“Ace…” She gasped his name and felt him shudder against her. His thrusts pushed deeper and she held him tighter, feeling the delicious friction between them. She wanted him, she needed him. This man was encompassing her whole world, stripping away her soul and spirit and leaving her naked and raw, only to fill her and heal her in the most magnificent way.
When Christie finally climaxed, rolling her hips, moaning and holding on tightly, she felt waves and waves of pleasure crash over her. She moaned his name and held onto him. She felt the torn pieces of her heart mend together, feeling whole again in his arms.
Ace climaxed soon after with a groan, gasping Christie’s name and holding her as he thrust inside her, consummating their love as they lay there, entwined in each other’s arms. It was perfect. It was everything that Christie could have hoped for. Sure, it was messy and it had started out all wrong, with a broken heart and a bad boy who wouldn’t let her in, but now they were there together and starting a family.
When Ace finally caught his breath and rolled over, his eyes fell on Christie. Christie swallowed and the words she had been longing to say finally spilled out, “I love you, Ace.”
Ace leaned in, bushing his lips with hers, kissing her lips so sweet and soft and tender, and he whispered the words that he had been holding back for so long. “I love you too. I love you both.”
And when Ace’s lips pressed against hers, Christie felt like she could die happy right then and there because everything was more than perfect now.