The Aces MC Complete Collection

  He sighed into my mouth, his shoulders sagging in relief. “I love ye, too.”

  His head tilted as his hips pressed down, and I spread my knees to make room for him above me as his tongue slid into my mouth. He groaned as I dug my nails into the back of his neck.

  We were ravenous. We bit and licked and sucked at each other’s lips and tongues, fighting for the dominant position, but it wasn’t long before he’d gained the upper hand with a jut of his hips. We’d never had so few layers between us before, and my breath caught as he ground against my clit through our underwear. The feeling of him with so little between us incredible, made even more so by the lack of hair shielding my femininity. I could feel every single movement, every twitch and slide.

  “I thought we were going to a hotel?” I gasped as he tore his mouth from mine.

  “I cannot wait dat long.” He leaned back on his knees and pulled me with him, lifting my arms above my head so he could slide off my shirt. “We’ll go later.”

  “But—”

  “Me mum’s stayin’ at Kevie’s mum’s tonight.” He assured me, setting his palm on my breastbone and shoving gently so I fell backward. “She didn’t want to intrude on our arguin’.”

  His smile turned devious, and then he was twisting around to shove all but the bottom sheet off the bed, mumbling. “We’re goin’ to need a bigger bed.”

  My nipples pebbled hard as he turned back to take me in, and my stomach became even more concave as I tried desperately to catch my breath. He was all muscle. His chest was muscular, and it tapered down to a rock hard stomach with a light thatch of hair swirling below his belly button. The muscles in his shoulders bunched as he reached out, and I shuddered as he laid his palm flat on my throat then dragged it down the center of my body until he’d reached the band of my light blue underwear.

  “Ye bought de fancy undert'ings I asked for.”

  “Yes.”

  “Dere gorgeous, but dere comin’ off.”

  He pushed the tips of his fingers beneath my underwear at my sides and slowly slid them down as I raised my hips from the bed. It was a smooth motion, slow and steady, until suddenly, he paused for a moment before ripping them down my thighs. I was startled, my body frozen at the unexpected move, but I didn’t resist as he lifted one leg and then the other to pull the blue scrap of satin completely off.

  He was staring.

  “What did ye do?” he asked hoarsely.

  The reason for his change in demeanor became clear and mortification set in. I laid my arm over my face.

  “I tried to trim it.”

  “Dat’s not trimmed. It’s gone.”

  “I had a bit of a mishap,” I replied sheepishly, peeking at him from under my arm. My body was cooling from the lack of stimulation and the conversation.

  “Yer alright?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  He was still staring at my pussy, and it began to get a little annoying.

  “Are we done? It’s getting a little cold in here.”

  His head whipped up in surprise and I glared at him. Couldn’t he tell that I was getting embarrassed?

  “It’ll grow back!” I huffed in annoyance.

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “It’s…” His fingertips traced down and over me, making me jolt. “Don’t let it grow.”

  My body began to heat again as he traced over me gently, and goose bumps popped out all over. He slid back on his knees until my legs were propped up over his thighs, and suddenly his fingers were moving farther down and sliding through the slickness.

  “Lovely,” he whispered.

  “Lovely,” I groaned back, my hips tilting upward to give me better access.

  “Are ye nervous?” he asked, barely sliding his index finger inside me before pulling it out again and repeating the motion. He leaned down to kiss my sternum, and I slid my fingers through his hair.

  “No, I’m ready.”

  “Not yet, but ye will be.”

  His lips slid down my belly as the rest of his body slipped to the floor, and then he was gripping my thighs and pulling me down until my ass hit the edge of the bed. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I had an idea, and any reservations I may have had were gone as he looked at me hungrily.

  “Why do you keep staring?” I asked quietly, propping myself up on my elbows.

  “I’ve only seen dis in magazines.”

  “You’ve seen other women before.”

  “Not bare ones… and don’t bring up ot’er women in our bed.”

  “It’s not a big deal.”

  “It is to me.” He leaned down and ran his lips over the skin between my legs, making me arch sharply as he pulled away.

  “De possibilities are endless,” he said, pressing my legs farther apart until the sides of my knees almost touched the sheets. “If ye’d not shaved it off, I could still do dis—” He swiped his tongue up the center of me, making the muscles in my pussy clench hard. “And I could still do dis—” Then he flattened his tongue and rubbed it strongly against my clit.

  “Oh, my God.”

  “But it wouldn’t feel de same if I did dis—” He sucked one of my lips into his mouth and rubbed his tongue across it at the same time, ending with a small bite against my flesh that made me jump.

  “I can see everyt’in’. Feel all dis soft skin,” he murmured against me. Then he opened his mouth as wide as it could go and pressed it over my entire pussy, sucking gently. I could feel it everywhere, and my arms started to shake, but I kept them planted in the bed so I could continue to watch him.

  His eyes were shut tight as he closed his mouth, rubbing his lips against me, but they opened back up when my hips began to roll beneath him. Everything he was doing felt so good, but I needed more. I needed something inside me. I needed friction. I needed something. I was panting as he lifted his face, pursing his lips to place a gentle kiss on my clit.

  “Are ye ready?”

  Before I could answer him, his face dropped again, and this time I wasn’t able to hold myself up and fell to the bed.

  His tongue rubbed small circles over my clit, bringing my orgasm closer and closer as his thumbs rubbed up and down the sides of my opening, the skin so slick that there was virtually no friction. Each time they came closer and closer to the center of me, until suddenly, one slipped barely inside.

  My hips rocked against him as he turned his hand, then suddenly his thumb was gone and he’d slid his index finger all the way inside. I ignored the small pinch I felt as I got closer and closer, and my neck arched as he groaned against me. Finally, his other hand came to my belly, pressing down as if to brace me, and I shattered, yelling as I came.

  I lay there boneless as he moved to his feet, only my eyes following the movement. He stripped his boxers off quickly, then leaned over me to smile at my dazed expression. He grabbed me beneath the arms and pulled me up the bed as I did nothing to help, and I smiled back as he climbed up between my legs.

  “Yer not even goin’ to look?” he teased, taking a hold of each knee so he could spread me wide.

  “I think it’s better if I don’t see it beforehand. That way we won’t be dealing with my virginal shock and awe and questions of ‘how on earth will you fit?’ ”

  “Ye’ve been readin’ too many romance novels.”

  “I needed some tips.”

  “Don’t be nervous.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Dat’s why yer hands are shakin’?”

  He grabbed one of the shaking hands in question, and raised it to his lips, kissing it gently before bringing it down between us.

  “Feel how wet ye are,” he said, running both of our fingers over my sensitive flesh. “Lovely.”

  “Lovely.”

  “Remember what I told ye? Ye’ll take me easily wit’ dis.”

  “I’m not nervous.”

  “Okay,” he answered with a tender smile, letting go of my hand. Then he moved his body on top of mine more ful
ly, bracing his forearm at my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his back. His hand stayed between us, directing his cock to the correct angle, and then suddenly he was there.

  “Still not nervous?”

  “No,” I whispered hoarsely, my pulse thrumming.

  “Keep yer eyes on mine, wife.”

  He rocked his hips, gently at first, which got us nowhere, and then harder. I could feel him stretching me slowly, and it didn’t hurt really, but it didn’t feel good, either.

  “Are you in?” I asked after a couple minutes of watching his jaw clench and sweat bead on his upper lip.

  “Halfway.”

  “Oh, my God.”

  “Nervous yet?”

  “No,” I replied stubbornly, taking a shaky breath.

  “Good.” He arched his hips harder and suddenly there was a stinging sensation, and I was the one clenching my jaw.

  “All done, me love,” he whispered gently, leaning down to kiss me. I could taste my arousal on his mouth, but when I tried to turn my face away he gripped my jaw on each side, holding me in place. “Don’t turn away,” he said against my mouth. “Taste it. It’s good.”

  I groaned as his tongue thrust in my mouth with the rhythm of his hips. I wasn’t getting anything out of it, not really. I was sore and my thighs were beginning to hurt a little where his hipbones pressed against me… but he was inside me. It wasn’t anything like I’d imagined, full of starbursts and fireworks and an orgasm that made my eyes roll back in my head. But somehow it was better, because this person—this gorgeous man who loved me—was my husband. And he was focused solely on me, kissing me, and rubbing my cheeks gently with his thumbs, and sliding in and out of me in a steady rhythm.

  It wasn’t long before he pulled his mouth away and rested his forehead against mine as he shuddered, jerking his hips uncontrollably. “I love ye, wife.”

  “Love you too, husband.”

  Chapter 23

  Amy

  We didn’t leave for the hotel room Patrick had reserved until the next morning. Our wedding day had been so long and emotional, both of us had fallen asleep not long after we’d cleaned up. We only went a few towns over—there was no money for a fancy vacation—but I didn’t care. I had three whole days of nothing but Patrick. I was in heaven.

  By the time we got back, I actually felt married. It was just long enough that the exciting newness of it all had turned into a sort of newlywed bliss—still exciting, but more comfortable. More solid.

  The Patrick I’d grown to love was back—attentive and sarcastic in equal measure and more physical than he’d ever been before. He was constantly touching me, a hand on my knee, on the small of my back, or wrapped around my shoulders. He kissed me constantly, when he was excited or happy or thoughtful. It didn’t matter what we were doing, he was marking me constantly with his possession, figuratively—and literally—in the form of matching anchors we’d had tattooed where wedding rings would have been placed if that was possible. It was wonderful, and seeing the permanent mark on my hand made me giddy with love.

  By the time we got back to Peg’s I was more sore than I’d ever been in my entire life. Even sitting in the car for an hour had hurt like hell.

  “Ye look like an old woman,” Patrick teased as I climbed slowly out of the car.

  “If you hadn’t fucked me eighteen million times in four days, maybe I’d be a bit more spry.”

  “But t’ink of all de fun we would have missed,” he said, pushing me gently against the car so he could steal a long, wet kiss. “Now it’s back to reality.”

  “No,” I moaned. “Let’s go back. We’ll live like gypsies.”

  “Yer home!” Peg called from the front door. “Did ye have a good time?”

  We turned to face her, and she beamed back, clearly excited to see us.

  “No, your son sucks in bed,” I whispered to Patrick, which earned me a hard pinch on my ass. He pulled out of reach as I yelped and then grabbed our bags out of the back seat.

  I walked slowly toward Peg and as I reached her, she snickered.

  “Apparently, a little too much fun.”

  “Hey! A little sympathy would be nice.” I scowled at her, but it didn’t last long. She looked so happy, I couldn’t stop from smiling back at her.

  “Let’s get ye into the bath with some salts,” she said as she ushered me inside. “I know just how yer feelin’. Had a wedding night of my own once.”

  She settled me into the bath as we listened to Patrick putting my things away. The warm water felt fantastic against my raw skin and sore muscles. Why hadn’t I realized that I was so sore? Probably because while we were away, Patrick had kept me in a perpetual state of arousal and willing to do anything to sate it.

  We’d been both making up for lost time and preparing for time apart. Our few days had passed too quickly, and now I had less than twenty-four hours before Patrick had to leave again to get back to school. It felt like the end of the world, and I sniffled as I leaned farther into the tub water.

  I hated the thought of being away from him for even a second.

  “Hey, what’s all dat about?” the man of my thoughts asked as he slipped into the room.

  “You can’t be in here!”

  “What de hell are ye talkin’ about?”

  “Your mom’s in the next room!”

  “And we’re married,” he answered, raising his eyebrow.

  “But—”

  “Are ye feelin’ any better?” he asked as he knelt by the tub, running the tips of his fingers through the water. His eyes roamed over my naked body as if cataloguing the love bites and fingertip bruises that covered me. Suddenly, he burst out laughing while I stared at him in horror.

  “I’m sorry,” he gasped, trying and failing to curb the laughter. “But yer—yer so concerned wit’ me comin’ in while yer bathin’!” He stopped to laugh loudly again, bending at the waist as he did so. “But didn’t Mum just help ye in here? She’s seen what we’ve been up to!”

  “You’re such an ass!” I cupped my hand in the water and shoved it toward him, causing a huge wave to fly over the edge of the bathtub and completely soak his face and chest.

  He gaped at me, his wide eyes and mouth causing me to burst out in laughter of my own. Then he was up, kicking off his shoes and pulling his pants down his legs.

  “No. No, Patrick! You can’t—”

  He leaned back and opened the door a fraction.

  “Mum, I’m goin’ to get in wit’ Amy,” he called, making my face flame in mortification. “We’ll be out in a while!”

  “Okay, dear!” Peg called back.

  “I cannot believe you just did that,” I hissed through my teeth, climbing to my feet.

  “Sit back down.”

  “No, I’m getting out.”

  “Sit. Down.” His voice had gone deep and stern, and I looked up in surprise to see him pulling off his t-shirt. I debated ignoring him, but there was no amusement left on his face. He was completely serious… and angry?

  I timidly sat back down in the water and pulled my knees to my chest as I watched him finish disrobing.

  “Pull out de stopper for a moment,” he directed, stepping into the tub. He was standing right in front of me, and I reached behind me blindly to pull the plug while his erection seemed to bob in my face.

  My mouth began to water.

  “Dat’s enough,” he said after a minute, pulling me out of my stupor.

  I stopped the draining water again as he reached down to tug on his erection, and my sore muscles clenched.

  “I t’ink I’ve found one part of ye dat isn’t sore,” he said quietly, reaching out to rub my cheek and slide his thumb into my mouth. “Up on yer knees, wife.”

  I scrambled up, the water rippling around me, and as soon as my hands were planted on his thighs, his were in my hair guiding me toward him. We’d done it before, a few times, but never in that position.

  I opened wide and the pool of saliva in my mouth made his ent
ry easy. As I wrapped my lips around him, being careful not to get him with my teeth, he shuddered.

  “Dat feels wonderful,” he rasped, and I jolted, looking up to urge him to silence with my eyes. Peg could not know what we were doing.

  “Open wider,” he urged gently, his brow furrowed. “Take me deeper in yer mout’.”

  My eyes bugged at his obvious words, and I felt heat flush up my neck. He was doing it on purpose. If I opened any wider I’d have to unhinge my frigging jaw.

  He might have been embarrassing me, he was still infinitely gentle as he guided my movements, and his mumbled words of praise had me heating and growing even slicker in the water. He was so gentle and obviously thankful that I was giving him a blowjob that I couldn’t even be mad at him.

  “Enough.” His words were garbled as he pulled away. Suddenly, I realized how cool the water had gotten and how much of my skin was out in the cold air. I shivered as he carefully sat down facing me, his knees jutting above the edges of the tub.

  “Not much room in here,” he said with a smile, pulling me to his chest so he could reach around me to turn on the taps. “It’s hot, don’t lean back.”

  I nodded as he pulled me into his lap, my knees under his armpits and our bodies completely aligned from hips to chest.

  “I’ll not hide or sneak around. I pay me mum plenty to cover de rent on dis place, it’s just as much ours as it is hers. ” He told me seriously, one hand at the back of my neck and the other smoothing its way down to tease at my peaked nipple. “Yer me wife. We make love. Dat’s de end of it.”

  He was hard beneath me, and with a twist of his hips he was sliding slowly inside, watching my face closely for any sign of discontent. I was still sore, but the throbbing ache of arousal overwhelmed any discomfort I may have felt. He felt so good when we were wrapped around each other that way.

  “Alright?” he whispered.

  I loved him so much in that moment.

  “Lovely,” I whispered back with a sly smile.

  He met my smile with one of his own and he reached behind me to turn off the water. The motion pressed him deeper and I stuffed my head into his neck to keep from moaning out loud.