Page 11 of Going Dark

He throws his long leg over the bike and waits for me to get on behind him. "You ever rode on a motorcycle before, babe?"

"No! They seem dangerous." He seems dangerous and I want to ride him. What? No I don't! What the hell am I thinking? I cannot allow this man to worm his way back into my heart when he is only going to hurt me again.

"You can either hop on behind me or I can put you on in front of me but if you want to be safe, behind me is probably better. And Evie," he pushes his sunglasses back on, he had taken them off when he was meeting everyone, "don't make me kill him. Don't try and pretend there isn't anything between me and you or get him to thinking he can try to make a play for what belongs to me or he'll wind up in a hole in the ground."

I hop on, stunned at what he is saying. "You don't have to be such a dick."

"I'm not trying to be a dick, baby. I'm just stating the facts."

The only good thing about him coming to pick me up on the motorcycle is that we don't have the opportunity to talk. Everything else is a feat in keeping my patience. I have to wrap my arms around his waist to hang on, the vibrations of the fucking thing and the scent of Ace is enough to guarantee that I will have to change my panties when we're home.

As soon as we get there I hop off and run for my room. I don't want to think about what happened outside of school or how my body reacted to him when he was in my arms. Hell, I don't want to think about how much what he said last night in the hall made me want to fall back on my 'stress reliever' which is a no go with all the guys walking around my house and Ace right next door. I would die if one of them heard me getting off.

I order a pizza for everyone and take my share up to my room so I can finish my work up there. Then I call Ana and talk to her. A part of me wants to talk to her about why her brother is acting this way but another part of me worries she's going to tell me he does this with all of his conquests - burning hot until they burn out. I think if she told me I was just another name on his long list of women he did this to I would have to kill him and since he doesn't need more people trying to murder him it's probably better to just not say anything.

When I wake up it takes me a long time to realize I actually got to sleep. I laid in bed for a long time just staring up at my ceiling. I tried to read but every time I tried to read over a sex scene I had to stop because my mind would wander. It got so bad that I couldn't read a sentence without thinking about Ace and that wasn't doing me any good.

It pisses me off that I can't find comfort in my reading. It‘s what I have always fallen back on to give me an escape from all the real-life stuff troubling me. Now Ace has taken that away from me. What else is he going to take from me? What more do I have to give?

My leg stretches across the bed enjoying the cool sheets. I'm not sure what woke me up. To be honest it kind of pisses me off because I was sleeping so good and my bed feels so wonderful after the day I had. I run my foot up and down the sheet again and start to dose off when my door is flung open making me sit straight up in bed.

I don't have a chance to speak or ask questions even. Ace is running to me and diving into the bed spinning me around so that I am nestled up against him. He was under the covers before I could stop him. He isn't wearing anything but boxers and that's unfortunate because my nightshirt has ridden up around my waist and the only thing keeping his penis away from me is our underwear.

His hand is covering my mouth so I wouldn't be able to make a sound if I wanted to. I don't even know if I want to. I'm so confused and addled about what is going on that I don't have a clue how to feel just yet.

"Don't say a word baby. Just lie still and I will explain everything I promise." His hand drops from my mouth to cup my chin, his whispered words scaring me more than anything.

Ace wouldn't just come running into my bedroom in the middle of the night. He wouldn't just spoon up around me. So why is he doing it now? The only reason I can think of is something‘s going on concerning the men trying to kill him. My body tenses at the thought.

"Shh, don't say a thing." He whispers so low I almost don't hear him. His hand leaves my waist and moves to his back. When he wraps the arm back around me it is holding a gun. It is a positive indication that I am right about the bad guys being back. The longer we lay here the more my body becomes aware of his. His cock is pressed up against the cotton covering my ass and his arm is banded around me right under my breasts. Our bare legs are tangled up with each other.

I close my eyes and try to control my breathing. Hopefully if he realizes I am breathing like I ran a marathon he will think it is out of fear. He nuzzles into my neck and takes a long, deep breath. The thought of him smelling me has me trying to fight back a moan.

"You smell good, baby." He says this louder than the first things he said to me but it's still a whisper.

I don't know if I should say thank you or not. I mean he did pay me a compliment but he also told me not to say anything. He buries his nose back in the bend of my neck. Something wet going up my neck makes me shiver uncontrollably. I think he just licked me.

"You taste good too."

When he does it again I can't help but let a whimper escape. This time when he goes up my neck with his mouth he adds in his teeth. I have to roll my lips between my teeth and bite down to keep from moaning. His hand drops to my lower belly but not before he transfers the gun from his hand to just up under the pillow right beside us. My skin jumps under his touch. He's so close to the top of my panties.

"Ace?" I whisper it because I don't know if there is still a threat or where it is coming from or anything other than his hands on my body.

"Shh, you stay quiet like a good girl. I'm not going to do anything too sexual. Just going to explore some."

I don't understand what he means by that but when his big hand dives under the band of my panties both of my hands fly to his wrist to stop him from going any further. My body is melting down and turning into nothing but a puddle for him. I don't really want him to realize just how wet I am for him. Again he shushes me and runs his mouth over my neck in little closed-mouth kisses until he gets to my ear and his teeth bite down.

The sound of my gasp is so loud in the quiet room it is almost deafening. It gives him the opportunity to sink lower until his fingers cover my mound.

"Sasha?" it comes out sounding like a question. I don't know why I fall back on using his nickname when he has his hand cupping my pussy. It just kind of fell out.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me. I'm not going to do anything, baby. I just want to feel. Let me touch you. You trust me, don't you baby? I won't do anything more than touch."

When he uses his palm to add pressure my hips grind down and start moving. My breath is coming out in fast little sobs and pants as I try to find the friction I need. When his hand drops from my neck to my breast my back arches before I can stop myself. My body is betraying me. He isn't moving his hands or doing anything more than just holding me. It's me who is trying to ride his palm and who is arching up so more of my breast fits in his hand. It's my quick pants and fast breaths that are filling the air instead of the silence that is supposed to be filling it.

"Please!" I half moan, half whisper it out. I'm not really sure what I'm asking him to do for me. I don't know if I want him to spread my thighs apart and sink his cock inside of me so deep it hurts or if I want him to use his fingers to make me cum. I just don't want him to leave me like this.

"If I do, you have to be silent. You understand?" I nod my head quickly.

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