Read Online Ace: The Brimstone Kings MC by J.J. Marstead - Free Book Online Page B

amazing.
    Tammy grabs my arm pulling me toward the bar, pushing past the people dancing. Joe is following close behind us. The music is blaring. Tammy finds an open spot at the bar; she waves the money to get the bartender’s attention.
    Tammy orders our drinks, as soon as we get them we down them, because I want to get on the dance floor. The music is pumping, and I want to shake my booty and forget about everything that is bothering me, forget mainly about Ace.
    Joe asks me if I would like to dance, nodding; we head to the dance floor.
    Show Me by Kid Ink is playing. God I love this song. Joe grabs me by the hand and twirls me around and bears me to him, turning me around so my ass is on his lap as we dance. The alcohol running through my veins is giving me the courage to dance with Joe like this.
    On a normal day, I wouldn’t be able to. Joe is grinding into my ass, and I feel his erection pushing into my ass. Oh my God, my head is hazy; my body is starting to get numb! Closing my eyes, I envision Ace being the one that is grinding into me.
    I felt a hand on my waist snaking around to my stomach rubbing little circles. Lending my head back, swaying to the music. I’m lost in the moment. I don’t know how long we have been dancing, but I hear an angry voice.
    “Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Her.” The angry voice hisses out.
    I whip my head around so fast that my head starts to spin, my eyes grow wide. Standing there looking really pissed off is Ace; his jaw is clenching as he’s glaring at Joe.
    Ace clutches my arm and pulls me away from Joe. Joe circles around to see who has pulled me away, once he sees that it’s Ace, his face is full of hatred.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing grabbing Alison?” Ace grunts in response and starts pulling me with him.
    Joe isn’t done, he walks right up to us and grabs my other arm, “Hey man, we were dancing, so back off.” Ace looks like he’s ready to kill.
    “Listen here, motherfucker; I can take my girlfriend anywhere I want too.”
    Joe’s mouth drops open, and he’s trying to speak, but it seems he can’t form any words. Ace huffs as he shakes his head, bringing me with him toward the stairs; we head upstairs to the VIP section. Sitting down on the couch, I hear the music blaring.
    I’m not sure what to do, looking down at my feet, my nerves are on edge. I haven’t seen or spoken to him in over a week. He doesn’t say a word to me; he heads to the bar and gets a beer, taking a long gulp.
    Walking toward the couch, he takes a seat in front of me on a chair, I look up, and I see him staring at me. “What the hell was that? You were grinding your ass on his cock! If you don’t remember, you’re mine! You shouldn’t be dancing with anyone like that but me.”
    Something inside me just snaps, who the hell, does he think he is, telling me who I can dance with. He is the one that hasn’t contacted me in over a week. I am not putting up with this, hell no.
    “Who do you think you are? You haven’t contacted me in over a week. No call, no text message? What do you want me to think? We were dancing, so what! I haven’t heard from you, so I assumed you changed your mind about us.”
    I’m so fucking annoyed. I’m not sure what the hell he wants from me; I haven’t heard a single thing from him. Does he only want me when it’s convenient for him? Bastard, if he thinks I’m just a booty call for him whenever he decides, he has another thing coming.
    “Peaches, I can explain why I haven’t been able to contact you this past week.” Just hearing him use my pet name he gave me makes me wince, I feel utterly agitated.
    “Don’t call me that; you lost the right to call me that. I told you I would give you a chance, and look what happened. I don’t hear from you for a week,” I shoot out quick so I don’t lose the nerve to tell him how I’m feeling.
    “And you think you can just come back, and everything will be the way it was before you left