Page 62 of The Sentinels

I grunted. "Don't worry about my performance, brother. Got no complaints from Emerson."

"Appears we won't need to send her to St. Augustine." Mark got to his feet. "Gotta take a piss." He left the room.

"Yeah, it’ll be nice to have my old lady back home." Skipper and Sid both nodded enthusiastically at Rod's comment.

"Shit, it hasn't been that long!" Gabe shook his head with incredulity. "Fuck, I hope I never get pussy whipped."

"Fuck you, brother," I snarled. "And Emerson gets her ass shipped to the safe house." I wasn't budging on that. I crossed my arms and tightened my jaw.

"Let's wait and see what's going on with the Hellraisers first, yeah?" Tanner’s tone was meant to calm me down. "She'll be safe here with you until then." The look in his eyes revealed that we'd do what needed to be done if it was necessary, and not before. As president, it was his call to make.

I wanted to make sure that my brothers knew how important Emerson and her safety were to me. She'd already been attacked once by the fucking Hellraisers. Killing them hadn't been enough. I wanted to make sure that they were good and gone before I put her back out there. I didn't concede and I didn't back down, either. Tanner understood how I felt. Hell, every one of us with old ladies knew how passionate each of us was about keeping them safe.

Mark came back into the room. "What'd I miss?"

Tanner got to his feet and stretched. "Nothing, brother, just about to finish up. Wanted to let you know the brothers from Tennessee are on their way home. Boots sent a couple of vans to transport them and their bikes." Boots was their president.

"Yeah, too bad about Jiggers," Skipper murmured.

No one had anything to say about that. The only responses were nods and eyes filled with regret.

"We owe them." Tanner didn't need to remind us of that fact. "Thank fuck Hock and Dawson will recover." He took a breath. "Sid, Pete, Skipper, and Mike, you're on watch tonight. Unless something comes up, we'll resume morning church at the bar this time next week. Business as usual."

My brothers sounded like a herd of elephants stomping through my house as they made their way to the front door. I followed them out. I couldn't say that I was sorry to see them leave when I stepped out onto my porch and dropped my gaze to where Emerson was rocking. She smiled up at me, nearly taking my breath away. I wasn't sure what I felt for the woman, but it was intense, and more than physical, but I was too fucking afraid to analyze it too closely. I only knew that she did something good for me, something that calmed every dark and violent emotion inside of me and made me want to be a good man for her.

Jesus. Is this what being pussy whipped felt like? As I watched my brothers leave a trail of dust behind them, I was acutely aware of Emerson’s presence. The subtle hint of her scent replaced the smell of fumes left behind by the bikes. I'd practically grown up on the smell of leather, motor oil, and gas fumes, a combination of smells that even today left me feeling at home. But the light, fresh fragrance that was Emerson made me feel complete. Alive.

She was my fucking salvation.

I reached down for her hand and pulled her to her feet.

"What?" she smiled, moving willingly into my arms.

The feel of her curves against me caused me to lose control, and I slammed my mouth down on her softer one. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, growling with the need to protect her, growling with the need to make her mine in every fucking way. Her soft moans and her tongue against mine was the only invitation I needed to pick her up and take her inside. I ignored the slight stab of pain at my side.

"I need you, baby girl," I said hoarsely against her lips. I realized that my words had a deeper meaning than my need to have her beneath me.

"Then take me, biker man," she breathed softly against my lips. "Fuck me, Ace."

Oh, yeah, baby girl. I was going to fuck her into tomorrow.

Chapter 30

Emerson

Oh, God! A grunt was forced from me with every jarring of my body as Ace pounded into me from behind. His hands were gripping my hips with bruising force, and he was pulling me backwards over his cock at the same time that he thrust forward. The impact so powerful that I had to brace my hands upon the bed frame to keep from hitting my head. Ace couldn't seem to get enough of me, but I wasn't complaining. I couldn’t get enough of him, either.

As soon as his brothers had taken off, he'd carried me to his bed, stripped me, and claimed me. Two hours later we were still going at it, sweaty and exhausted with the exertion. We’d barely come up for air, and my long hair was sticking to us everywhere. I'd discovered early on that all I had to do in order to get total control over Ace in the bedroom was to let my hair down and then slowly run it over his naked body.

Watching the big man jerk and tremble over something as minor as the ends of my hair brushing over his skin was nothing short of mesmerizing. I knew as soon as he sucked in his breath and his nipples became erect that this was a pleasure that he kept to himself. He stiffened, as if unwilling to enjoy the moment. I'd just grinned and worked my way down his torso to his straining cock, torturing him with barely suppressed glee, until he couldn't take it anymore and was about to come.

That's when he'd grabbed me, flipped me over, and impaled me with a cock that had seemed twice as big in size than it ever had before, and began to fuck me like a man who was possessed. I'd cried out with a mixture of shock and pleasure at his brutal entry, but was soon overcome with the pleasant sensation of being completely filled by him. I could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as my body closed around it and held him deeply inside.

"So good!" I gasped out in between thrusts, drops of sweat dripping off my brow. My breasts were dangling beneath me and jiggling wildly.

"Fucking good!" he rasped. I knew he was close to coming when he reached between us and began to rub my clit. He moved up my body, placing his mouth near my ear. "Come on, baby girl. I want to feel you come on my dick."

I was getting close. Ace knew exactly how to work my clit now, circling it several times before giving it a pinch and holding it. I sucked in my breath, seeing stars, and came undone when he released it. I cried out my release and let my body go. Ace thrust into me a few more times before bottoming out with a grunt and reaching his own release.

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