Chapter 15

Alicia

I woke and turned over in bed when Mace slipped into the room. He grabbed a quick shower, so I sat up and turned the bedside lamp on to wait for him. Nine was asleep at the foot of bed, totally unconcerned with the goings on in the human world.

Mace came out of the bathroom with his beautifully inked skin still glistening with droplets of water and a towel slung low on his waist. He bent down, opened the door of the minifridge and pulled out a beer for himself and held up one for me to see. I shook my head, “I’d rather have a bottled water, if there’s any left.”

“Yeah, there’s plenty,” he replied while exchanging the beer for the water. He walked over, climbed onto the bed beside me, handed me the water and twisted the top off his bottle. After taking a long draw, he asked, “How are you holding up?”

The big news of the day was that my father had sent me a text message putting off our meeting for another week. The text had come in not long before Mace came back, but he already knew because I texted him as soon as I heard.

“My anxiety spiraled through the roof just thinking about my mom having to be with him, especially when he’s so angry with me. He tends to take out his frustrations on her at times.”

Mace had a grim look on his face. “Yeah, we saw some of that when Storm spoke with him a little while ago.”

My eyes widened in shock, “You saw it? Is my mom here?”

Mace shook his head, “It was a video call.”

I twisted the top off my water and took a mouthful, “I wish I could have been there. I might have been able to talk him into letting me see her.”

“We all saw her. Your old man was being a right bastard to her, but Storm put a stop to that shit immediately.”

“Alright, tell me what happened,” I said. From the sounds of it their conversation was more than just a casual chat.

“You know how we found Hernando and your father’s stash in the cave?”

She nodded.

“Storm used his cell phone to call your father, and they had a little chat. My club president hates to see women being treated badly so as a little dissuader, he burned some of your father’s drugs in front of him. You can imagine how well that went down. Told him that we’d trade the drugs for your mom. He threw a fit about it but ended up taking the deal. Storm made it perfectly clear that for every mark on your mother, he was going to destroy a brick of his drugs. He didn’t take that very well, but we think it will incentivize him to keep her healthy and unmarked.”

Something loosened in my chest, I hated the thought of my mom having to stay with my father any longer than she needed to. But if he’d promised not to touch her, then that was a weight off my mind. “That was a really smart idea.”

“We had a deal with him to meet up in two weeks. But then you texted me to say he’d told you three weeks instead. You can imagine how happy that made our club president.”

I shrugged, “That’s my Papa, always being contrary.”

“That’s all well and good, but pushing Storm too far is a pretty stupid idea. I don’t even know who I would put my money on between a US veteran who’s seen more than his fair share of active combat, or a man who not only survived but thrived as a member of the cartel.”

“Tough call,” I responded as I rolled this latest bit of information around in my head. Something about trading my mom for my father’s drugs seemed like maybe the only way to get her clear of all this. He always been attached to my mother, but he was equally attached to his business interests. Though something I hadn’t had the heart to tell Mace was weighing heavy on my chest right now. Having my mom back in the US was one thing, but unless the feds could intervene, I wasn’t sure she would be safe.

Mace noticed because, let’s face it, the man missed very little of what went on around him. “Something on your mind, sweetness? Now’s not the time for secrets.”

“I don’t think this matters in the general scheme of things, but my father took my mom back to Mexico when I was a baby. I don’t remember any of it, but I know my mom had no choice. I’m guessing he took us over the border the same way we arrived here, illegally. I had no documentation to say I was born in the US, and he destroyed all my mom’s documents. We were both trapped there, I don’t think she could figure out a way for both of us to leave.”

I realized in that moment that I’d never seen Mace truly shocked.

“You told me your father went to the US a lot, why didn’t your mom just leave and go to the nearest US consulate and explain she’d been trafficked?”

I explained as best I could, “She probably would have tried if it hadn’t been for me. She had no papers to prove she was an American citizen and no close family here to confirm her identity. She was scared that if she did get deported from Mexico then I’d be forced to stay behind. Or if she managed to get to the States then I’d be sent back. As the years went on, I guess she just resigned herself to her fate. But we’d always planned on how to get us out. My mom knew that if I managed to get to the US then maybe I could get help. If not, then with me safely out of Mexico she could risk going to a US embassy,” I paused. “Obviously, that didn’t work because my father always had his men watching the house, so it was up to me to get her out and I’ve failed.”

“Well in my opinion,” he shot back, “If you have to force a woman to stay with you then that isn’t really love, sounds more like Stockholm syndrome.”

“She always used to tell me that my father had been a good man. But I never saw it.”

“Sounds like it’s been awful for both of you,” Mace said.

I nodded, “Whatever love they once had, must have evaporated over the years. It was replaced with an overpowering need to control on my father’s part and fear on my mother’s part.”

He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I hope that doesn’t happen to us, sweetness.”

I just sat there on his bed staring into his beautiful, dark eyes. He sounded like he wanted us to have a long-term commitment. I didn’t know how I would fit into his world, but I wanted to give it a try. Deep down inside I was starting to feel like whatever was going on between us had legs.

“It wouldn’t,” I said. “You’re nothing like my father.”

I put my water bottle aside and moved closer to him. He opened his arms, and I clambered into his lap.

Mace lifted the t-shirt I was wearing over my head and tossed it aside. Two fingers came out to run from my neck, down between my breasts and down my stomach. I could feel myself getting wet in anticipation, he murmured, “I really like all this.”

Nine must have felt the movement because his head lifted, and he looked at us for brief second, before jumping down off the bed and curling up in the corner of the room.

Mace slid his hand into my hair and tilted my head back to look deeply into my eyes. “You waited up for me, sweetness.”

It was a statement, not a question so I didn’t feel compelled to answer.

His fingers slid tenderly along my slit as he looked into my eyes. “You up for a little nocturnal activity or has it been a long day for you?”

I ran my hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck. In this position we were face-to-face, so I leaned forward and claimed a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to get out of control.

If there was one thing I especially loved about Mace, it was how he threw his whole body into making love. I rubbed against him loving the slide of my skin against his. His hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, exploring what I liked, and looking for new sexy spots that he might have missed before.

Meanwhile, I ran my fingers through his long black hair, loving how soft it was. He eventually rolled us over putting himself on the bottom. He playfully smacked my ass and said, “Move up. I want you on my face so I can lick you the way I like.”

It was interesting how he made oral sex seem like a treat for himself rather than duty to be performed. I allowed him to move me up, I put a knee on each side of his head and waited for him touch me. I didn’t have to wait long because his hands came up to part my pussy lips so he could see and smell and lick me. The first glide of his tongue was enough to make me never want to be anyplace but at his side.

Mace must have been feeling some big feelings himself, because he took his time, savoring the experience. I pulled my hair to one side, and he reached up, gently tugging it until my head was pulled back. He twirled his tongue around my clit over and over again until I came in gush against his tongue. This man who was so close to claiming my heart, lapped it all up and started working me towards another orgasm when I pulled back and moved down his body wanting to take him in my mouth.

He was rock hard, like licking my pussy was intensely arousing for him. I liked that far too much. I took my time, building the perfect orgasm for him, by giving a few nice strong strokes with both hands. Like before, I had to use two hands because this biker’s cock was nice, thick and long. I’d led a sheltered life and therefore hadn’t seen many dicks, but Mace’s cock was absolutely gorgeous. He was neatly cut and manscaped like a pro. I’d even go so far as to say that having his cock in my mouth was a genuine pleasure.

I cupped his balls, and I moved him in and out of my mouth, sucking and using my tongue to twirl around the head and tease around the sensitive underside where the head met the shaft. I loved the way he moaned my name in a raw, needy tone. I used one hand on his balls and the other to chase behind my mouth on each upwards stroke.

His muscles tensed and he propped himself up on one elbow to gaze down at me with an awestruck expression on his face. “I’ve never had anyone suck me off with little hearts in their eyes before,” he teased me.

I sucked harder, because he was not wrong about that. Before I could make him come, he pulled me off his dick. I had to admit to feeling some kind of away about that as I’d been looking forward to tasting him. I didn’t get a chance to complain though, because he kissed me hard and deep. As we tangled tongues, he pulled me into his lap and right onto his cock.

I sank down on his thick cock slowly as we both watched. Seeing my pussy taking every inch of him was a beautiful sight to see. It made me feel naughty and sexy and it inflamed my lust like nothing ever had before. Straddled aside him, it gave me the leverage to lift my body up and sink back down on his gorgeous cock over and over again.

Mace leaned over sucking one of my nipples into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Everything about this man was pure pleasure. When one of his hands drifted down to toy with my clit, it brought me right to the edge of coming. I was so close my body craved that final release. He eased off my clit and moved to my other breast. It made my pussy clench around his cock even tighter.

This man could play my body like an expert, stringing out the pleasure until I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, begging him to let me come. Instead of stroking his wet finger over my clit, he slid to the edge of the bed and stood up with me still impaled on his thick cock. He had his hands under my ass cheeks for extra support.

He pressed my back to the wall and both hands came up under my legs to support me. I felt like a butterfly helplessly pinned in place as he powered into me. This new position reset my climb towards orgasm. With just his generous endowment to pleasure me, I realized for the first time that his cock was more than enough to please any woman.

My hands came up to grasp his shoulders and I bucked up and down like a woman possessed. The idea flew through my mind that he wasn’t wearing a condom and hadn’t been any of the times we’d had sex. Something about knowing we were flesh-to-flesh ramped up my need. I started coming and couldn’t stop. Three sensual pumps of his hips later and Mace flooded my pussy with his warm seed. He slowed to the point of leisurely moving in and out until we were both spent.

Instead of taking me back to bed, he took me into the bathroom and ran us a warm, relaxing bath. Once we were in the tub, he sat behind me, and I relaxed back into arms. “That was amazing, babe. Where did you learn to do all that?”

He wrapped his arms around me and tucked my head under his chin. “You probably do not want to know, darlin’.”

I froze in his arms and made and made an educated guess. “The club girls taught you everything you know, right.”

His disgruntled voice responded, “Hell the fuck no. Why would you say that?”

“It’s okay,” I said, as I rested my head against his chest. “I know you’ve been with a lot of women.”

He was silent for a long moment, “Maybe I’ve just got a creative mind.”

I turned to glance over my shoulder at him and laughed, “Well, whatever the reason, I’m reaping the benefit of your talents.”

I could feel the tension leave his body and he pulled me even closer against his chest. “You deserve a man knowledgeable enough to worship your body, to treat you like the queen that you are.”

“Mission accomplished,” I told him sincerely.

“I’ve almost got you figured out, sweetness. Once I do, you’ll never prefer another man over me.”

“Look how ambitious you are. Though I would have thought you might want someone without all the drama, excess emotional baggage, and a father who’s the leader of a cartel.”

He put three fingers under my chin and turned my head around to look into my eyes. “I want you to know that you’ve spoiled me for other women. No one has ever pleased me the way you do, and I love just spending time getting to know you. I like that you’re a mixture of sweet and fierce. After all the hardships you’ve been through, that you still have so much love locked in your heart to give is a miracle.”

I swallowed thickly as my feelings for this man multiplied in my chest exponentially. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

I turned halfway around and laid my cheek on his chest, right over his tattoo of a ferocious black bear and closed my eyes, intent on just enjoying this moment with the man I was falling in love with.