Page 19 of My Reluctant Valentine

"God, yes," I pant, rocking back onto his hand, seeking more."Please, Ace, I need your cock."

"Since you asked so nicely..."

He withdraws his fingers, ignoring my whine of protest, and lines himself up with my dripping center.With one hard thrust, he sheaths himself fully inside me, stretching me deliciously.We groan in unison at the sensation of my fluttering walls gripping him like a vise.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he rasps, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a demanding pace."I fucking love how tight you squeeze my cock, like this cunt was made for me."

"It was," I gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the obscene slap of wet skin on skin echoing off the bathroom walls."I was made for you, Ace. Only you."

"Damn right, baby." His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me from behind, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every pass."No one else gets to see you like this, to have you like this.You're mine."

"Yours!" I cry out.

The coil in my belly winds tighter as Ace continues his merciless rhythm, his thick cock driving into me over and over, pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust.

"That's it, baby," he growls, reaching around to rub rapid circles on my clit."Cum on my cock."

With a wordless scream, I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me in wave after wave of intense pleasure.My inner muscles clamp down on his pistoning shaft, fluttering wildly as I'm lost to the overwhelming sensations.

"Fuck, Leslie!" Ace roars, slamming into me one last time before stilling, his cock pulsing as he empties himself deep inside me.I can feel every hot spurt painting my walls, prolonging my own release.

We stay like that for a long moment, both panting harshly as we come down.Ace presses open-mouthed kisses along my neckand shoulders, his hands stroking soothingly over my trembling body.

Eventually, he slips out of me and turns me in his arms.I loop my arms around his neck, sighing contentedly as he nuzzles my temple.We simply hold each other under the warm spray, basking in the afterglow.

"We should actually shower," I murmur after a while, trailing my fingers through the wiry hair on his chest."We have a big day ahead of us."

"Fuck the wedding," Ace grumbles, but he reaches for the body wash all the same."I'd much rather spend all day in bed with you."

"Mmmm, don't tempt me." I tilt my head back as he starts to lather the soap over my body, his touch reverent."But we both know you need to be there.For Emma, if nothing else."

He sighs, working the suds over my breasts and down mystomach."I know. I just hate the thought of watching Lucy play happy family with that prick while I have to pretend the asshole didn't fuck my wife behind myback."

My heart clenches at the rare vulnerability in hisvoice.Cupping his face, I pull him down for a soft, sweetkiss."You won't be pretendingalone.I'll be right there with you, holding your hand and silently plotting creative ways to dispose of thebride."

That startles a laugh out of him, his eyes crinkling at thecorners."Careful, darlin'. Talk like that might make me want to keep those ideas forming in my head that this relationship isn't sofake."

I freeze, my breath catching in mythroat.Does hemean...?

But he's already moving on, turning me so he can wash myback.I try to breathe normally, to act like his casual words didn't strike a chord in mybrain.But I can't. This stopped beingfake for me a long time ago, and Shari's right, I need to let him knowthat.

"Ace," I start, gathering mycourage."There's something I need to tellyou--"

CRASH!

The shattering of glass fills the bathroom as something hurtles through the bedroomwindow.Ace immediately pushes me behind him, his body tensing as he shifts from tender lover to lethal MC president in the blink of aneye.

"Stay here," he orders, wrapping a towel around hiswaist.His voice carries that dangerous edge I remember from thebar.

I quickly grab his discarded shirt, following despite hiscommand.In the bedroom, glass litters the floor around a brick wrapped inpaper.Ace's jaw clenches as he reads themessage.

Next time it won't be abrick.Leave the teacher alone, or she'll pay theprice.

The paper crumples in his fist as he pulls out hisphone."Tank. Yeah, now. Geteveryone.Some fucker just threw a brick through my window with a message about Leslie." His voice drops to that deadly calm that makes my blood runcold."Find Ian Davidson. I want himalive.But whoever threw thisbrick?Handle it however you seefit."

He hangs up, crossing to me in twostrides.His hands frame my face, eyes blazing with protectivefury."No one threatens what'smine.I'm ending thistoday."

I should protest that I'm not his, that this was supposed to befake.Instead, I lean into his touch, letting him pull me close as sirens wail in thedistance.

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