In the Moment: Part One (4 page)

“Hey, baby,” I winked at her, and she smiled. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I walked out of the hall with her. She was going on and on about something, but I wasn’t really paying attention. When we neared the table where the other men in the club sat, I told her I would find her in a while before turning my shoulder to her and sitting down at the table.

“Where were you?” one of the men asked.

“Where do you think I was? Tapping that little thing in the pisser.” I shrugged, bringing a bottle of beer to my lips.

Chapter 5

Alicia

From where I stood behind the bar, I watched as Ace walked into the room with his arm around a woman. Shaking my head, I resumed filling orders even though my eyes continued to stray toward him. He’d been working hard to get somewhere with me then he goes and has a random hookup in the back when I’m working. What a jerk.

“What can I get you?” I asked another customer.

“What’s your name?” He asked in return.

“Alicia. What can I get you?” I told him, resting my hands on my hips.

“Give me whatever you have on tap.”

“Sure, and it’s Alicia.” I quickly filled a frosty mug for him and told him his total. He handed me a bill. It only took a moment to enter it into the register and hand him back his change.

“Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” I said, realizing he’d given me more than a ten dollar tip, which didn’t happen often. That’s when I finally looked at him and realized he was actually pretty good looking. “What’s your name, hun?”

“Adam,” he said as his lips tilted in a sexy half smile.

“Well, just holler if you need a refill.” I winked and moved off down the bar to a waiting customer.

It was starting to slow down, and instead of keeping track of Ace, I found myself looking toward Adam instead. I couldn’t help but wonder what a good looking man was doing in a bar by himself on a Friday night.

It didn’t take long before things got busy again, as they usually did on the weekends, and I lost track of Adam in the crowd. Ace too.

The rest of my shift flew by as I rushed from one end of the bar to the other, dodging the two other bartenders working. When quitting time rolled around, I was happy. I’d made a good chunk of change, but my feet hurt, my back hurt, my head hurt. All I wanted was a hot meal and shower followed by a nice soft bed.

Dragging my tired ass out of the bar, I nodded to the two security guards that were only around on the weekends since that was when people usually decided to get rowdy. Once I crossed the crappy street to get to my truck, I collapsed into the driver seat. It took a few moments before I was able to convince myself to start the engine and drive home. The drive was short, and I was there in a flash.

After parking my truck in my spot, I walked toward my apartment. I kept my eyes peeled as there were always people coming and going, and I didn’t feel like getting robbed or being surprised by anyone out to do harm. As I fumbled with my keys to unlock the door, I heard footsteps approaching and looked toward them before opening the door. It was Ace. What the hell was he doing at my apartment?

“What…” I started, but he stopped me by wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him, his lips on mine. I pushed against his chest to make sure it was clear I wasn’t enjoying the kiss.

“Don’t fight it,” he warned before kissing me again.

I clenched my jaw and lips until he finally released me.

“I don’t do hook ups. Especially when said hook up is taking chickies in the bathroom or out behind the place I work. Sorry.” I opened my door and stepped through before attempting to close the door in his face. He was faster than I anticipated, though, and his foot was in the way before I could shut the door. Entering my apartment, he closed the door behind him and locked it. “Yeah, you need to go. I didn’t welcome you in.”

“I don’t give a fuck. You apparently saw something and misinterpreted it. I didn’t fuck that woman. I didn’t even kiss her,” Ace said, closing the distance as I stepped backward.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not jealous or anything. I just don’t like sloppy seconds.” I shrugged and turned my back to him to show him how unaffected I was. I threw my purse on the counter and plugged my phone into the charger. “I’d like to heat up some food, shower and sleep now, so if you could see yourself out that’d be great.”

I wish I was as cool as I was pretending. I wasn’t. My stomach was doing somersaults at the fact that Ace was in my home. It wasn’t much, but it was what I could afford and it was all I needed. I wasn’t pretending about not wanting to touch him after he’d fucked random pussy at the bar. I knew he wasn’t a virgin, but to know he was dipping his wick elsewhere frequently wasn’t sexy either. Even knowing all that, it didn’t stop my traitorous body from getting excited and turned on from the kiss he’d laid on me. It was obvious that he’d somehow followed me, but it didn’t matter. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, not physically anyway.

“You think you can just kick me out? I don’t think so.” Ace scoffed at me standing in the doorway to my kitchen as I opened the fridge.

Pulling out a plastic container with leftovers in it, I set it on the counter. “You think you can follow someone home like a stalker and its okay?”

“Yes, I refuse to force myself on you. There is something between us. I will do whatever I can to prove it to you.”

Glancing at him over my shoulder, I couldn’t help but admire the man. There was something there. Something magnetic even that tugged at everything low in my belly and made me want to reach out and touch him. I couldn’t though. I didn’t do casual hook ups, but my body didn’t care. My knees weakened just from the heat in his gaze.

He took one step closer to me, settling his hands on my hips. Flames engulfed me from the single touch.

“Tell me to stop and I walk away,” his hand smoothed over my shoulders, pulling my hair to one side of my neck. Dropping soft kisses along my neck, his hands slid around my waist pulling me flush against him.

I struggled with myself. In a way I wanted him like I’d never wanted another man, but I couldn’t forget what I knew about him either. Instead of responding, I let him continue. My brain was too busy trying to figure out what to do to put anything into actual words.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice is rough as one of his hands drops to the button on my jeans and tugs them open. Sliding his hands down the side of either hip, he yanks my jeans and panties just down my hips, making me gasp in surprise. Still, I don’t say anything to stop him. I want what he is giving me, even if I am resistant to admit it.

His hand dips between my thighs to swipe through my building arousal, his lips still leaving a path of hot kisses on my neck. Lifting his hand in front of our faces, he shows his fingers to me, the moisture glistening on them.

“Mmm, look what I’ve found.” He brings his fingers to my mouth, smoothing my own arousal over my lips. “Is it as delicious as I remember?”

All I can do is nod once. His finger forcefully pushes into my mouth. I moan as the taste of myself invades my senses. Pulling his fingers out, he replaces them with his lips and tongue. His tongue swirled with mine, sharing my unique flavor with him. He groaned into me.

I loved that he was rough and a bit forceful, but not to the point that he didn’t care about me. No, it was all about my reaction to him and he fed off it.

Taking his lips from mine, his fingers returned between my thighs, only instead of barely touching me, his fingers push between my swollen lips. Two fingers plunged into me, making a shiver run up my back as I clench around them and bit my lip to hold back a moan. Thrusting his fingers into me repeatedly, he nips and sucked on my earlobe. I could hear his breathing growing rough as it rushed against my face. .

Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them to his own lips, sucking them deep. Another low growl vibrated from his chest.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmured as he took his fingers from his mouth. “I could feel you squeeze so god damn tight around my fingers as they slid in you. Your body is telling me you want me, but you have yet to actually tell me if you still want me to leave.”

I turned and stared at his beautifully rugged face.

“I don’t know what I truly want,” I spoke as honestly as I could.

“I’ll take it one step at a time. Say the word and I will stop immediately. We will be great if you just relax and give in to your desires.” He gives me a chaste kiss and steps back from me. Waiting.

“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper before I can stop the words.

“I might like it rough, but I won’t hurt you. I want to make you feel better than ever before,” Ace scoops me up in his arms and heads toward my bedroom. The apartment isn’t big and it’s easy to figure out which door to go through.

Once in the room, he leaves the door open and carefully places me on the bed. Rising up onto my elbows, I watched as he toed off his boots, yanked off his socks then shoved them into each boot. Standing upright, he shrugs out of his vest as his eyes drag over the part of my body that is exposed.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed so that I, too, can strip. He pulls his shirt over his head in a move that only men seem to be able to do, tossing it aside as he steps closer to me. His fingers undo the button on his jeans as he closes in on me. My eyes drop to watch as he slowly pulls the zipper down. My mouth waters at the thought of seeing him nude. His chest muscles flex and move as he shoves his jeans over his hips.

A gasp ripped out of my throat when I see he wasn’t wearing any boxers. Snapping my head up, I see a wicked grin on his face. He’d wanted to surprise me, and he had.

Hooking a finger in my belt loops, he yanks my hips to his. His erection slides right between my thighs, gliding against every sensitive part of me. Not wasting any time, his hands skim up my sides, pushing my shirt over my body until finally he manages to pull it over my head.

“Pretty,” he says dragging a finger along the line of my bra, teasing the swells of my breasts. They are rising and falling rapidly as I gasp for breath. The feel of his hot, hard chest against mine is wreaking havoc on my mind. Sliding down the center of my body, his hands grab ahold of my jeans and panties pulling them down to my ankles. “Take the bra off. I’m afraid I’ll tear it off you if I do it.”

Quickly, I reached behind myself and released the torturous device. I dropped it to the floor as I stepped out of the clothing around my ankles.

Ace stands in front of me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling my nude body against his. It’s a sensation I’d never forget. All his hard, hot muscles against my soft, delicate body. His hands slide down my back before grabbing onto my ass, his hips thrusting at the same time. The hard length of him, digs into my belly as I look into his eyes.

Pushing up on my feet, I close the distance between us and our lips meet once more. My hands slide into his hair, holding on as he lifts my thighs, wrapping them around his hips. I feel like a monkey clutched to him in such a way, but the play of muscles as he moves under my hands and the incessant nudge of his erection quickly wash that thought away.

Laying me on my back once more, he is standing next to the bed.

“I can do it this way or you can move so we can both lay down. Your choice.” He releases me and stands with his hands on his hips, staring down at me. The glimmer in his eyes has me quickly scooting back on the bed, putting my head on the pillows.

Climbing onto the bed, he crawled up between my legs, pushing them apart with his own. His hands slid down my thighs to my hips then up my stomach to cup my breasts momentarily.

“Go slow. It’s been a while,” I murmur quietly. I don’t want to admit it, but I feel he should be warned.

“I’ll go real slow. Well, as slow as I can given that I’m literally in pain here,” he smiles down at me before clambering off the bed again only to pick up his jeans and pull out a silver packet. Dropping the pants on the floor again, he tears open the condom and rolls it on before resuming his position between my thighs. “Ready?”

I nod even though I’m not entirely sure I am.

The head of his cock pressed against my opening and he lowers himself down onto his elbows. Our faces are only inches apart when he fills me.

My back arched off the bed as I dig my finger nails into his back. Biting down on my lip, I hold back a pain filled gasp. So much for slow. He’d entered me in one hard thrust then stopped.

  “Shit, you weren’t lying about it having been a while. You are so tight.” He sighed as he moved within me.

“I’m not the sluts you are used to,” I said even as I pushed my hips against his, taking him even deeper.

“Why me?” he asked, thrusting slowly.

“Right now? You want to talk about this while fucking me?” I rolled my eyes.

“No better time,” he said with a smile. Halting his hips, he leans up onto his hands, then his knees. He is still deep within me, but looking at me expectantly.

“Why not you?” I responded with a one shoulder shrug.

“Doesn’t work. I want more.” Ace refused to let me get away with a noncommittal answer.

“You didn’t take no. You were persistent, so I gave in. Simple as that.” I turned my head to look toward the open bedroom door.

“Better, but I still think there is more.” Using one finger, he turned my chin so I had to meet his eyes again. There was something tender there I’d never seen, and it made me open up like I never had before.

“Fine. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I never thought I’d get the time of day from you since you were too busy banging all the easy pussy running around. Then I figured you were gay when I found you with that guy. So I’d given up hope I’d have a chance. Regardless of how easily you got me into bed, I don’t sleep around. I’m not a whore who does one night stands. Sex means something to me. However, I’ve come to the conclusion that if I wanted to be with you and you were so damn persistent that I could let you be my single one night stand before releasing you back to your wild ways. I know I would never be enough to keep you around for longer than one night. Plus, you wouldn’t take no for an answer, and I can only refuse so much when you push so hard to get your way, which is also my secret fantasy. Happy? Now please fuck me so I can forget I just said all that.”