Free Ace: The Brimstone Kings MC by J.J. Marstead

without a word? Well listen here, and listen fucking good… Because I’m not some fucking piece of ass you can get whenever you feel like it. I have feelings, and you didn’t give two shits about them when you were off God knows doing what.”
    Ace runs his hands down his face and sighs.
    “Alison, I’m telling you this once, so listen to me.” He says as he runs his fingers through his hair.
    “Club business, and before you ask. No, I can’t tell you, but I want you to know I haven’t forgotten about you.  I am really sorry for not contacting you. I am truly fucking sorry, Peaches.”
    Club business, why do I have a feeling it’s something shady. I’m not sure what to do; I’m torn about what I should do. Should I just say ‘fuck it’ and walk away now, or do I believe him and believe that we can work this out? I’m so fucking confused right now.
    “So say that I believe you were away for club business or whatever, how do I know you weren’t fucking around with anyone? You have to see this from my point of view, Ace; you were GONE, no call nothing. I just don’t know; I can’t even think about this right now. I’ve been drinking; I just want to leave and go home.”
    Ace’s face crumbles. “I swear on my father’s life; I have not been with anyone since I met you. I’ve told you already, and I will say it again, I don’t want anyone but you. I want to get to know you; I want to see where this can go before you end something that could be fucking amazing. You should have a little more confidence in me.”
    “Fine, say I give you the benefit of the doubt. What then? Will this happen again? Not hearing from you for a week or more at a time, because, Ace, I’m telling you right now, I. Won’t. Sit. Around. Waiting.”
    Ace curses as he gets up and sits beside me on the couch, he grabs my hand. “I promise, I will let you know when I have to leave, I’m sorry I'm not used to reporting to anyone about anything. I’m new to this whole relationship thing.” Looking at him, I study his face.  His eyes look sincere.
    My mind is going over so many things right now; I know he hasn’t been in this situation before, never having a girlfriend, but do I want to chance it again? I was like a ghost of a person walking around for a week, but at the same time can I just walk away not knowing.
    Ace must notice the hesitation, and before I know it, he has my face in his hands, and he’s kissing the ever loving shit out of me.
    I moan as I feel his tongue push against my lips trying to gain access. I gasp as I part my lips he shoves his tongue in massaging his tongue with mine. It’s slow and sensual at first then it turns hungry, as he devours my mouth.
    I’m lost in his kiss; it’s like I’m starving for his lips. Pulling back from the kiss, I stand up I lean Ace back, straddling his lap. I grip his shoulders and start grinding on him, I feel his member start to thicken against my panties.
    Ace tilts his head back and moans, leaning forward I start licking his neck, hearing his breathing quicken. He starts to grind against me as well, and it’s so hot.
    “Fuck, you feel so good grinding that pussy of yours on my dick, Peaches,” He moans out as he grabs my hips, moving his hips to grind into me harder.
    I feel alive; I want nothing more but to fuck him right here, but I know we can’t, I’m not thinking clearly. The alcohol is talking, not me.
    Lost in the moment of lust, someone clears their throat loudly. Feeling as if someone dropped a bucket of ice cold water on me, just as I freeze, Ace’s hands on my hips tighten. Oh my God, I’m pretty much dry fucking him on a couch at a club.
    I’m so embarrassed; I didn't even think that someone could catch us. I'm confounded to turn to see who is standing there looking at us, but I know I have to face the music, turning my head to peek, Viper is standing there with a huge grin on his face.
    “Well, what do we have here?” Viper leans against the bar