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"That's it, baby," he rasped huskily into my ear. "Put some fucking cum on my fingers." I hardly recognized his hoarse tone.

My body went into convulsions, riding out one of the most intensely satisfying orgasms I'd ever had while Ace ground his cock against me, his breathing hot and raspy. He held me until my breathing calmed and my body stilled. As I came down I became self-conscious of our surroundings.

"Go inside, baby." Ace took my hand and helped me get off his biker. Our eyes met in the semi-darkness of the parking lot. "I'll be back."

"You will?"

His big hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he pulled me in for a brief, hard kiss. "Count on it. I gotta go. Now go."

I ran my tongue over my swollen lip as I walked to my apartment door, tasting his warmth. Ace revved his bike behind me, but he didn't leave. I knew that he wouldn't until I was safely inside. His consideration brought a smile to my lips. Everything else had left a pleasant arousal warming my blood, in spite of my recent orgasm. If this was how I felt from his fingering me, I'd never survive a pounding from his cock.

I closed and locked my door, leaning against it. He was coming back. Tonight? Tomorrow? He hadn't been clear. The only thing I could focus on was the mild tingling between my legs and the wetness of my arousal and climax soaking my panties. I gave a sharp shiver, anticipation of his return giving me hope that something significant was changing for us. I couldn't deny that I wanted Ace to fuck me, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. I wanted it all.

I loved him.

I headed toward my shower. If Ace was going to return tonight, I wanted to be ready for him.

Chapter 18

Ace

As I raced back to the bar I brought my fingers to my nose, inhaling deeply the sweet essence that was Emerson. Christ, my dick was hard enough to break concrete. If time had allowed I would have fucked her right there on my bike, but after what had gone down at the bar tonight, shit was going to get serious, and fast. As far as I was concerned, the plans that had been discussed earlier at my place were no longer sufficient. If I knew Tanner, he would be out for retribution for the attack on the girls and destruction of his bar, and he wasn't going to give the Hellraisers time to prepare for retaliation.

We were going to war.

I was surprised Callahan's car wasn't in the parking lot when I arrived at the bar. I walked my bike backwards into the same spot I'd left and entered After Hours to see my brothers sitting in some of the remaining unbroken chairs and bar stools. The place reeked of spilled alcohol and the weed that was being passed around. I smirked. I could see by the set expressions on their faces that rage was gripping them, and the energy in the room was palpable. Tanner and I exchanged a look as I walked through the room toward an empty stool.

"Where the fuck is Callahan?"

"He's not coming," Gabe responded.

"Why the hell not?" I plopped my ass on a stool between Dawson and Rod.

"Told him what went down here, that we had four bodies. Said to do what we had to do, and he didn't want to know the details."

I frowned. "The fuck? No one called in that they heard gunfire?"

"Fuck yes, someone called the cops," Tanner began with a smirk. "One of the guys on Callahan's task force happened to take the call, told the caller the situation was being handled."

Mark snorted. "Yeah, apparently we weren't the only ones being targeted by the Hellraisers. Callahan and his task force have been busy tonight."

"Cleaners have been called in." Heath took a long drink of the beer in his hands.

The cleaners had been called to remove the bodies and any evidence that there'd been a killing here. Not that it mattered much if Callahan already knew what had taken place. If he had his hands full dealing with other shit that the Hellraisers were causing, he knew that we could handle anything that came our way.

"Emerson okay?"

I couldn't help smirking as I looked at Tanner, taking note of the knowing leer in his eyes. The man saw too fucking much. I resisted the urge to bring my fingers up to my nose, knowing that the smell of her juicy cunt was still lingering on them.

"She's good." Something prompted me to turn my head enough to make eye contact with Dawson.Thelook passed between us, the one where a man stakes his silent claim on a woman, and I knew that he knew that she was off limits. His chin lift was as good as saying he got the message loud and clear.

Good. I wouldn't have to knock his teeth down his throat.

"So what now?" Joker demanded to know, his impatience showing. "We still gonna go in and ask them nicely to leave?"

That wasn't exactly how we'd decided to approach the other club, but compared to what some of the other suggestions had been, it had amounted to that. We were all warriors, and our instinct was to handle trouble with action, not words. We were protectors, not one percenters, and had to remind ourselves of that when the urge to go to war and end trouble quickly and lethally was engrained in our blood.

"Fuck the diplomatic way," Tanner growled. "Not going to give the fuckers time to do more damage to our town." His furious look moved around the room.

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