Page 19 of Ace's Ascension

“That and the just thoroughly fucked look you have going on. I’ve marked you woman. You’re mine now.” Ace climbs out of bed and scoops me up over his shoulder so my bare ass is in the air.

“Ace, what are you doing?”

“Getting you clean to get you dirty again before I have to leave.” He swats my ass with an open palm before running his nose along my thigh and inhaling. “You smell like sweetness, sex and a dirty biker. I love it.” For some reason, that turns me on again, but I don’t tell him that. I’ve turned into a God-dam nympho around this man. I need to control myself or I’ll never know if what we have is strictly sex or something more.

Ace slides me down his body and I cup his face. “Ace, we need to stop. I need a break.”

“You’ll get a break when I leave. I want you to feel me until I come back, hungry for me.” He kisses me hard and my willpower snaps. I kiss him back with everything I have. Fuck it, he’sleaving for a while and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted another man in my life. Pouring every emotion I’m feeling into this kiss, I give in. Ace growls low in his throat and before I know it, my ass is planted on the bathroom countertop and he’s pounding into me hard and fast. I’m coming and my orgasm detonates like the Fourth of July firework show. Once he comes inside of me again, we take a shower where we get clean and dirty at the same time.

What is this man doing to me? He’s driving me insane with lust, want, hunger and need. He’s satisfying me in ways I’ve never been satisfied before. He’s my addiction and I don’t want to give up this drug. Not now, not ever.

I send up a silent prayer to Memaw to keep her eyes closed while I find myself and who I want to be. Because I have a feeling deep down, that I’ve been living under a rock, hiding in the shadows of who I really am, and Ace is the man who will help me spread my wings and fly.

Chapter Eleven

Ace

I can tell the moment something shifts between the two of us. Liz is cuddled into my side and we’re lying on my bed. I have to get up and get my shit around soon and I don’t want to. For the first time ever, I want to tell Kayne to shove this ride up his ass and stay in bed with my woman. Knowing I can’t, I grunt before rolling out of bed.

Liz is sound asleep and doesn’t stir. I wore her out over the last twenty-four hours and a sense of pride swells inside my chest. I silently fill my go-bag with a couple of changes of clothes, guns and ammunition before zipping it shut. I pad into the bathroom, take a piss and wash my face and hands. I stare into the mirror and the man staring back at me isn’t full of vengeance or pain. From the scars on my knuckles and across my body to the memories deeply rooted in my mind, I can push all of those back and focus on the future and what that will look like with Liz in it.

Shaking my head, I hang up the hand towel. I don’t have time for sappy shit right now. I didn’t snap a man’s neck yesterdayand undo everything I’ve done because of a woman. Right now, I need to be the cold-hearted asshole everyone knows. It’s the only way to make it through this meeting without having Liz near me.

Fuck.

I can’t go ten minutes without thinking about her. What has she done to me?

I open the bathroom door and quietly exit my bedroom. Leaving Liz in there sleeping without having a goodbye. If I woke her, I wouldn’t have left. This is the best way to handle this situation. I hope she understands that when she wakes up. If she doesn’t, then she’ll be free to leave, but I will drag her back here kicking and screaming.

Blayze, Stryker, Talon, Kayne along with Poison and the prospect Stone are sitting on their bikes waiting for me. There is no sign of Holly or Siren but I don’t question it, maybe they thought the same thing I did. I throw my bag in the saddlebag, toss on my helmet and gloves and wrap my Savage Saints bandana around my head to keep the chilly wind off my face for a while. The sun is just peaking over the horizon and while it’s summertime, it’s still cold in the mornings in Michigan.

Kayne twirls his right pointer finger in the air and that’s our cue to roll out. We all fire up our bikes, the vibrations rumble under my feet and take off down the driveway. I glance in my side mirror and see Liz standing at my bedroom window, watching me. There’s a haunted look on her face but my focus has to be on what’s coming up and not what’s behind me. Until the thing coming up is put behind me and then I can focus on what’s in front of me, which is Liz.

Several hours and a few pit stops later, we reach our destination in East Bumfuck, PA. Night has fallen while we ride up the steep mountain leading us to a set of rolling gates. Once we reach the top, the gates open welcoming us inside The Krymson Destroyers compound. Tank and Cobra bitched aboutus being in the middle of the woods with creepy crawlers at our Clubhouse but this place takes the cake. My ears pop from the steep incline and my head is swimming from the elevation change. I pop my kickstand down and turn off my bike. Looking at my brothers, they’re all battling the elevation change too. I shake my head and remove my brain bucket, hanging it on the handlebars of my bike.

Chainz, the Krymson Destroyers President comes outside with a few guys we haven’t met yet on his heels. Music is coming from inside the Clubhouse and He saunters down the porch, heading right for Kayne and Poison. Blayde and Stone quickly dismount their bikes and cut Chainz off before he can reach Kayne. “Easy brothers, we’re friends, not enemies.” Chainz holds his hands up, offering peace.

“Blayde, Stone, it’s good. Chainz isn’t stupid, are ya?” Kayne asks, lighting up a cigarette and blowing out the smoke like he doesn’t have a care in the world, but his stiff body language says otherwise.

“Fuck off Kayne,” Chainz replies with a grin. Kayne gives him one back and dismounts his bike after Poison climbs off. “Welcome to Krymson Destroyers Clubhouse. We have booze, women and music available to you.” Chainz spreads his arms wide, proud of the place he’s built from scratch.

“Thanks, brother.” Kayne shakes Chainz’s hand and together they head inside with Poison tucked under Kayne’s arm.

Blayde and Siren follow suit with the rest of us bringing up the rear. Jealousy hits me when I look at the two couples walking off together and it makes me long for a fiery redhead I left at home, thoroughly satisfied. Once we enter the Clubhouse, I look around for Tank and Cobra but don’t spot them anywhere.

Turning to one of the men who came outside with Chainz, I shout over the loud music, “Where’s Tank and Cobra?”

“I’m not sure but if anyone knows where they are,” Freedom trails off, pointing to a woman at the bar talking animatedly at Chainz. “She’d know.”

I cock an eyebrow and wait for an explanation but one doesn’t come. I turn my attention back to the scene at the bar. The nosy chick crosses her arms over her chest, releases a loud huff and turns her back on Chainz. He shakes his head when his eyes land on a beautiful woman with dark hair. She rests her palms on his chest, calming him down.

I step closer to the scene in case I need to help out Stryker. Chainz relaxes from the woman’s touch, then nods his head. The music is cut off and silence descends onto the Clubhouse. “Kayne, Blayde, I know you had a long ride to get here and want to relax, but a few of my men are in trouble. I need to hold Church and want you there. Will your Ol’ Ladies be ok out here with Raven, my Ol’ Lady?”

Poison steps forward pointing at her cut. “I’m not sure how you do shit around here, Prez, but this patch states I’m a full member. Where my brothers go, I go.”

Chainz cocks an eyebrow but nods his head. “Fine. Is she a patched member too?” He asks pointing at Siren.

“No, she’s my Ol’ Lady,” Blayde speaks up. “She’ll stay out here with Raven.” Siren nods her head and Raven leads her to a table occupied by a couple more women.

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