Unrequited (Fallen Aces MC #1) (6 page)

“Be rough with me too,” she says, skimming her mouth over my cheekbone to dot kisses on my temple. “I like it.”

I hoist her higher and wrap my hand underneath her to skim the slick folds of her pussy. She sighs, closing her eyes as I dip a finger inside. God, I wish that were my fucking tongue instead
.
Her hands move from my shoulders to the back of my head and to my shoulders again, massaging the muscles.

“You ready?”

She nods, and leans her head forward to nip my bottom lip. “So ready.”

Lining myself with her entrance, I slowly let her slide back down the wall as I tilt my hips. She stretches around me, accommodating my size with the kind of moan that makes my cock twitch. She feels too good; the moment’s too surreal. I drop my forehead to her shoulder and still.

“Okay?” she asks quietly, the pattering of the water the only sound other than my short breaths.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I rock my hips as I pull my head back and lay a kiss on her full lips. “Felt
too
good for a bit there.”

How did I get to this point with her? How the hell did I find the fucking voice to ask her? And why the fuck did she say yes? The woman’s gorgeous, way out of my league.

She wriggles about, coaxing me to move again, bottom lip pinched between her teeth. I ease into the rhythm and rock my hips toward her, shunting her body up the tiles with each stroke. Moans fall from her lips as she nears climax, my speed increasing with every whispered word that follows.

“Yes, King. Yes.”

My road name.
It’s never felt so right. “Say it again.”

She drops her head forward, her eyes blazing as they settle on mine. “Fuck me, King.”

And I do. I fuck her like it’s the first, last, and only time.

She grapples at my shoulders, and her hands slide into my hair, yanking the lengths hard enough to pull my head to the side. I growl and grit my teeth as I hammer her, punishing this woman for being so damn beautiful.

Her pussy clenches around me, and I move my hands to her breasts to take her nipples between my forefinger and thumb, and pinch. She explodes over me and screams out as I feel my own release take hold, my legs weakening.

I fill her, jerking uncontrollably as the climax wreaks havoc with my limbs. The relief, the satisfaction—it’s ten times more than I could have imagined. My knees buckle, and I lower us to the floor before I drop her.

Elena slumps against the tiles and smiles up at me, stroking her palm over the side of my beard. “Now I’ll let you clean me.”

EIGHT

Elena

I don’t want to let him go. He washed me in the shower with the tiny complimentary circle of soap. Let’s just say it was funny watching him try and control the teeny bar in his huge hands and curse every time it slipped out of his grasp.

And then I dried him—hands down the most erotic moment of my life. His gaze followed me as I ran the fluffy white towel down each arm, tracing the bumps and hollows of his muscular frame, and taking my time as I passed over the now pinkish line on his left forearm. My hand slipped from the towel as I ran it over his chest and the feel of my palm against his rigid stomach awoke a desire inside of me that hadn’t even been present while we had sex in the shower.

I barely had time to dry his legs before he’d hoisted me into his arms and taken me to bed. It was perfect the first time, heaven the second. Every touch was made with care, and the way he looked at me while inside of me—he was amazed. But by what? How could a man I count myself lucky to have caught the attention of be amazed by me?

“You really are in good shape,” I remark, propped on my side underneath the sheets beside him. We’ve been lying here, naked, just sharing random facts about ourselves, talking about anything and everything except the elephant in the room—Carlos.

He still doesn’t know.

King rolls on the bed to face me, and smirks. “Thank you.”

I swat his arm and laugh. “No need to get cocky about it.”

“I’m not,” he protests. “You paid me a compliment. I said thank you.”

I frown and fidget with the sheet between my hands.

“And you’re fuckin’ beautiful, too,” he teases, knocking me over as he tackles me to my back. “I shouldn’t have to say it; you should just know it like I do.” King’s bottle green eyes roam over my face, neck, and chest. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Thank you too, I guess.” I smile to try and hide my embarrassment.

He shakes his head and chuckles, placing the softest of kisses to my forehead. “You gonna tell me where you live so I can come visit once you’re finished bein’ in town with your dad?”

And there it is—the moment my bubble bursts with a fizzle. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” I lift my hand between us, and he frowns. “I don’t get it.”

Tapping my ring finger, I point out the slight tan line, barely visible unless you looked for it. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

He backs off me and rests on his heels at my feet. “You’re married?”

“Not yet.”

A panic sets in at the hurt that crosses his face. His brow furrows and those usually bright green eyes become hooded and dark. “Why would you lie?” he whispers. “You could have said no.” He throws his hands up in the air, and drops them to his thighs with a slap. “Why all the coffee dates? Why all this time together?”

I sit up and the sheet falls free of my naked body. I don’t care. “I didn’t stop seeing you because I didn’t want to.” I reach for him, but he jerks away.

Why didn’t I just tell him? Why did I choose to be selfish, and in turn hurt him?

“The other guy?” he asks. “You love him?”

“No,” I blurt out. “God, no.”

He stares at me a beat too long, seeming to search for something he can’t find. “Why marry him then?”

“It’s complicated.”

“But you’ve . . .”

“Slept together?” I whisper.

“Yeah.” He looks away, running a hand over his beard. “That.”

“Not for a while. Not since before I met you.”

King stays kneeling, staring off into nothing for a while. I fidget with the sheet and wrap myself into a kind of cocoon in a vain attempt at finding comfort. I’ve ruined things, but in reality, I should have ruined them sooner.

I should have put my money where my mouth is and shown the man how much I care about him by pushing him away. In time he would have understood. In time he maybe could have forgiven me.

“I should care,” he murmurs, breaking the silence. “I just fucked some other guy’s fiancé after flirting with her for weeks. You just fucked
me
when you’re engaged, for fuck’s sake. But you know what?” He turns his head back toward me and flashes a weak smile. “I don’t really give a shit.”

We’re two wrongs that’ll never make a right.

“This isn’t who I am,” I say, desperate to clear King’s mind of thoughts that I’d do the same thing to him.
There’s no comparison.
“I want to leave him, but he’s . . . difficult. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” King scoots closer, lying on his side, and wraps an arm around my legs to hug them to his chest while he props his head up with the other hand.

“You probably know who he is.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Everybody seems to know who he is for one reason or another, and usually they’re not good.”

King gives his head a little shake, lifting an eyebrow as though to coax me on.

“Have you heard of Carlos Redmond?”

His nostrils flare, and his lips press tightly together until they turn white. “Yeah, I know who he is.” He flops to his back and draws a hand down his face, gripping the lengths of his beard before he lets go. “Fuck, Elena.”

“If I leave, he’ll punish me.”

“I know.” He drops an arm over his face to hide his eyes. “Why did you get together with him to begin with?”

“I thought he cared about me. I needed help, and I thought he’d be the one to give it.” I sigh, dropping my chin to my chest to examine the line on my finger. “I thought his money could make me happy.”

“Happiness isn’t something you can buy.”

“I know that,” I whisper. “I feel so stupid.” The familiar resentment at my foolish choices sparks up, threatening to burn us both.

King drops his arm to rest his hand on my ankle. The fire dampens. “Guess that’s it for us then, huh?”

“No,” I snap. Taking a deep breath to center myself, I calm my thumping heart. “I don’t want it to be.”

“It’s complicated if you choose to stay with him, Elena. I can’t tell you why, but I can’t do that to my club.”

“And if you weren’t part of a club?” I ask, bitterly. “What then?”

He rolls toward me and strokes my face, tracing a line over my brow with his thumb. “I don’t know.”

“I should get home.” I push him away and rise from the bed, searching out my running clothes.

King stays propped up on his elbow, a lazy smile on his lips as he tracks me around the room.
How did my clothes get so damn spread out?

“Look away or something, would you?” I snap. “You’re making me anxious watching me like that.” His grin weakens my defenses, but I refuse to let him know.

“There’s no need to be shy anymore, baby. I think I know every inch of that body now.”

I cock an eyebrow at him. “That so?”

“That’s so.”
His smile . . .

My dire need to get out of here temporarily forgotten, I turn around and wiggle my ass at him. “Are you sure you know all of it?”

His eyes flash. “Careful.”

I squeal as he launches himself off the bed and tackles me to the mattress. King holds himself over me with his arms braced either side of my head. “You should smile more.”

“You’re the only reason I have to.”

He grumbles and dips his head to take my mouth in a slow and sensual kiss. My body relaxes, and my arms and legs instinctively wrap around his to pull him closer. I knew it when I saw him at that café, when I heard what he’d done for me, but didn’t realize fully what it was at the time.

I love this man.

I have for weeks.

When he looks at me, it’s
me
he sees. I don’t get just the basic sexual reactions from him—I get more. We talk. He makes me laugh. He asks me how I feel. He cares about the little things. He never asks for more than I’m offering.

And only
then
does he make my body react in ways I never knew possible.

I like just being with him. When’s he near, I’m more complete. We connect in a way that makes me feel as if I’m never going to have a second chance at finding anything like it.

I need to hold on to him.

“I don’t really want to leave,” I whisper as I run my hands up and down his arms.

“I know. I wish I didn’t have to either.”

“How did things get so complicated?” Tears build and I look away, determined not to let the compassion in his eyes be my undoing. I’ve held it together this long; I can do it a bit longer.

“Hey,” he soothes, tipping my chin back towards him. “I’m guessing you’ve just had one bad thing after another lately, is all. A run of bad, bad fuckin’ luck, if you will.” He places another soft kiss on my waiting lips. “Doesn’t mean this is as good as it’ll get though.”

“No?” I search his eyes for the truth and find only conviction in the words he’s just spoken.

“No.” His beard tickles my neck as he lays a kiss behind my ear. “It’s just a bump in the road, baby.”

“Promise?”

His chest vibrates as he grumbles, skimming his lips across my jaw to reach the other ear. “I promise.”

He takes each of my hands gently, one after the other, and places them above my head to trap them in place with one of his. I turn and place a kiss to his arm as it flexes with his movement. He stretches out, scooting his head lower to kiss and tease each nipple, and then leaves a trail of soft kisses across my ribs, twisting himself to the side of my body as he does. His eyes settle on mine, his gaze firm as he kneels at my side. King’s hand still traps my wrists as he runs the pads of his fingers across the taut flesh of my stomach. It tickles a little, but mostly it’s a sensual promise of what’s to come. He works lower, eventually tracing the swollen flesh between my legs, never quite dipping inside. I squirm, eager for him to do more, but he continues to tease, and run his hands all over my body, stopping only to pinch a nipple or thumb my lips.

King carefully positions himself around and over me as he drives my body to the brink with a slow, sensual caress of every inch. He rolls me to my stomach, his lips skating the sensitive flesh behind my ear, dotting kisses on each of my shoulder blades and running a slow path down my spine as he kneels beside me.

I try to touch him, but he continues to pin my hands to the bed, moving his mouth so it settles over one of my butt cheeks . . . and then he bites. Gentle, but firm enough to leave a sting. 

I’m lost to him, completely and utterly lost in his world. He has a way of shutting off the worries, the fears, and the regrets, and making my mind just focus on him . . . on
us
.

I wriggle, desperate to get some sort of leverage to push him off, take control, and show him how he makes me feel. But he traps my legs under his knees and maneuvers my hands to the small of my back.

“Stay still.”

King moves carefully off me, using one knee to knock my legs apart. With his free hand, he palms the flesh of each thigh, dipping his fingers to tease the swollen flesh between my legs.

“I could play for hours and never stop bein’ amazed by you.” He runs his fingertips back and forth through my growing wetness.

I’m not ashamed. I’m not embarrassed. He drives me wild, and if my body is showing him that, then he deserves every ounce of pleasure he gets.

I gasp as he slides his erection between my cheeks and rocks his hips back and forth. The heat of his chest and stomach envelop my back when he lets go of my hands, his breath tickling my ear. “I’m goin’ to fuck you hard enough that you don’t forget who you belong with, but first . . .”

A rush of cool air replaces him as he moves away, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he moves. I look over my shoulder at him and sigh inside at the firm pull of his muscles as he positions himself beside the bed, facing me.
Ohh, I know what he wants.

I get on all fours and turn toward him, sticking my ass up in the air. He gives a low rumble of appreciation and places a large hand over my tailbone, curling his fingers down to my center. I shuffle a little closer to give him better reach to put his fingers inside me, and myself better leverage to take him all.

I run my lips down the length of his cock, lying my tongue flat against the underside. King’s eyes shut, his jaw slack. Sucking and holding my breath, I pull back slowly, and flick my tongue against the sensitive head when I reach the tip without releasing him from my mouth.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Elena.” His eyes open and he knits his fingers painfully close to my scalp, tangling them in my hair.

Hearing his pleasure, how turned on he is with
my
mouth on him, sends a rush of wet heat between my legs. His left hand continues to guide my head while the right skims the slick folds of my pussy, sinking inside my core in intervals. I push my hips back while taking his cock deep, tickling my gag reflex. He hisses as my throat closes around him and pinches the head of his erection. With my breath held, I do it again, only this time I control him better with my hand at the base of his shaft. My throat tightens around the head of his cock, and pressing up, I push the sensitive area hard against the ridge on the top of my mouth on the way out.