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“You’re my go-to, Mae. Who the fuck do I talk to now? You’ve ruined us.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way, Ace. You can still talk to me.”
“How can I, knowing how you feel?” he asks, shaking his head.
“Nothing’s changed.”
He rolls his eyes. “Everything’s changed. We can’t be like we were ever again.”
“Christ, you’re acting like an idiot,” I snap, and he arches his brow.
“What the fuck did you say to me?” I see his eyes change. The kind, soft man I’m used to switches to President, head of The Rebellion MC.
I square my shoulders; I’ve already started so I may as well carry on. “I’m not your fucking personal agony aunt. If I’m too young for you, maybe you shouldn’t be running to me for advice whenever you can’t handle shit.”
“You need to watch your mouth. Don’t forget who the fuck I am,” he warns. He clicks his fingers and Dodge heels at his side. “And trust me, I won’t be coming to you for anything, least of all advice.” I watch as he storms off angrily.
Chapter Three
ACE
“I wish that animal wouldn’t sit on my couch,” says Angel.
“You mean Dodge, my best friend?” I pant, thrusting my cock hard into her.
“Yes, he’s laying all over my new throw.”
I glance back at Dodge sprawled out and snoring on Angel’s couch. “Why are you concerned about the damn dog when we’re fucking?” I ask.
“He’s distracting. You know I hate animals.”
I place my hand over her mouth. I came here to fuck, not to discuss animal preferences. After my run and then my argument with Mae, I needed to work off my frustrations, but turns out, it isn’t working too well for me.
Mae’s hurt eyes flash through my mind, and I shake my head, trying to clear it. She’s the last person I should be thinking about right now. I wrap Angel’s hair around my fist and pull her head back so that I have access to her neck. Running my tongue along the skin, I gently nip until I reach her shoulder. “Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” I growl, because despite my hand covering her mouth, she’s still trying to talk. I release her and then lower her feet to the ground. “Fight me,” I order, and she rolls her eyes.
She sighs. “I’m not really in the mood to fight today, Ace.” I tuck my semi-hard cock back into my pants, and she scowls. “What are you doing?”
“I need a good fuck. I’m not into boring married sex.” I’m being a dick and taking out my bad mood on her, blaming her for my lack of erection.
“You can’t go and fuck someone else,” she snaps, and alarm bells ring.
I whistle to Dodge, and he immediately jumps up and heads my way. “You aren’t my old lady, Angel, so don’t act like you are.” I need to quash that shit straight away. Now her ex is out the picture, there’s no way I’m filling his shoes.
“Wait,” she shouts, but I continue towards the door. She jumps in front of me and slaps me hard across the face. It takes me a second to work out whether she’s playing or for real, but there’s definite anger in her eyes. “I thought you wanted a fight!” She raises her hand again, but this time, I catch it and twist it behind her back, pushing her up against the door.
“That’s much better,” I hiss, releasing my cock again. I keep her pressed against the door, despite her feeble attempts to fight me off. “Now, keep that mouth shut!” Dodge seems to realise that I might be some time, so he heads back to the couch.
I push her to floor, all the while she struggles. I pin her arms above her head, and when she raises her knee to try and kick me away, I force her legs apart. “Safe word?” I pant.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
“Nope.” I smirk, rubbing my cock against her entrance. She moans and instinctively raises her pussy to try and get me closer to her. “Harley,” she eventually says. I thrust into her hard, and she yells out in surprise. Keeping her hands above her head, I pump into her, chasing my release.
When I get back to the club, I head straight for the shower. The sinking feeling in my stomach remains, and since Mae told me how she really feels, I can’t seem to shake it. I dry off and pull on some jeans, then go back down to my office. I pass Queenie, who looks me up and down appreciatively. I know I have a good body, even at my age, and I’m not ashamed to have it on show. “I’m telling Bear that you’re looking at me like that,” I joke, and she laughs.
“That man needs to take a page out of your book and take his tired arse to the gym, then I might look at him the same way.” She’s joking—she loves Bear and his cuddly frame. “Hey, Ace, is Mae okay?” she suddenly asks.
“Erm, I dunno. Why would I know?” I feel like the entire club is suddenly aware of how she feels about me.
