Ace: His Angel (Phoenix Riders MC 1)

12: First Rides

Ace POV

Every time Killer looks at his sister, he folds ever so slightly. In a different world, having a sister would be great, but in an MC, it is a liability. Giving others a way in, hurting us.

"She doesn't see it, does she?" Killer asked us, pulling my eyes and thoughts from Angel.

She is tiny compared to most women, but not small enough to break. However, she is self-conscious and not confident in her body or self, and she should be.

"Maybe no one has treated her like the Angel she is?" I offered.

Killer and Whiskey snapped their heads in my direction, looking ready to kill.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Kaitlyn is Killer's sister and off-limits.

Whiskey stepped up to me, but Killer stopped him and nodded to the kitchen. Whiskey took the hint, leaving us alone. I waited for Killer to chew me out, telling me to steer clear of his sister, but he didn't.

"I saw you two this morning. I'm not happy about it, but I won't stop her from pursuing you. But if you step out of line once, disrespect her, or give her any reason to want to leave, I will kill you without question. Kaitlyn is not some bitch you fuck and leave, and you will not fuck some other woman on the side. She deserves better than any of us, but if she wants you, then I won't stop her. It must be her choice. Do I make myself clear?" he growled.

My reputation as a player precedes me, but this is different. Kaitlyn is different, and I will prove to her and Killer I can change. She doesn't trust me, but I will be patient and earn it from her.

I want her as mine and mine alone. Whatever I need to do to make her comfortable around me, and in her skin, I will do.

"If I hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable, I wouldn't be able to live with myself," I bit out.

Angel came downstairs, finding Killer and me standing toe-to-toe. She looked between me and Killer, her eyebrows furrowed, questioning us, but said nothing. I couldn't keep my eyes off Angel. Her jeans hugged her hips, while an oversized shirt hid the rest of her tiny figure. I could stare at her all day.

"I'm ready to go whenever. But can we just go to one store?" she timidly asked.

"We can go wherever you want, Princess," Killer assured, kissing the top of her head, making her blush. Jealousy coursed through me. I want to be the one who makes her feel loved and protected.

"You're going to need a jacket. It gets cold riding," Killer said.

"We're not taking a truck? Don't MCs have strict rules about people riding on the back of their bikes? I don't want you to break those rules because of me," she said, fidgeting with her hands, despite her bruise.

"Don't worry about it Princess. What I say goes. Now go get your hoodie and meet us outside," Killer reassured her, and we headed outside.

Once outside, I grabbed Angel's hand and led her to my bike. She looked back at Killer, unsure, who gave her a small encouraging nod. However, letting Kaitlyn ride on the back of my bike means I am staking my claim. My claim to protect Angel.

Angel looked tiny next to my massive bike, and it was sexy. She bit her bottom lip, looking unsurely at my bike and back at me. I wanted to take her bottom lip between my teeth, needing to know what she tasted like. I already sported one hard-on this morning, and I don't need a repeat now.

Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I reached to put the helmet on her, but Angel shot out her hand, stopping me. Her small hand on my arm caused my demons to run in fear. Just as they did last night when she laid on my chest. It was the first night I'd slept with anyone, or through the entire night. Kaitlyn's beautiful green eyes hold an immense power over me, one she doesn't even know she has.

"Full-face helmets don't fit over my glasses," she said shyly, taking off her glasses, and squinted, waiting to put on the helmet. Once on, she slid her glasses back on, and I climbed on my bike, helping her get on behind me. I placed her feet on the foot-pegs and pulled her flush against me.

This is dangerous. She is close. Too close. I'm not good for her, and she's too good for me. But I don't want to let her go.

Glancing over my shoulder, I smirked. "Hold on, Angel. We wouldn't want you falling off on your first ride."

She blushed, pulled her visor down, and wrapped her hands around my abdomen, holding on tightly. Her body hugged mine, breasts pushed against my back, and her legs squeezing the bike and me trying not to fall off sent me over the edge. The erection in my jeans was back, and the thought of kissing her on the back of my bike flooded my mind.

The roar of bikes pulled me from my thoughts, and I followed suit, causing Kaitlyn to jump and squeeze me tighter. I laughed and said through a mic on the helmet, "Lean when I lean. I've got you, Angel, trust me."

I felt a nod against my back, and with that, I took off. As we picked up speed, I could feel Kaitlyn's grip tighten, and I wrapped one of my hands around her, and she relaxed a little.

Thankfully, the ride was quick. Any longer, and I would have blown a load just from Angel's hands on my body, and the small noises she made the entire ride.

Lifting Angel off the bike, she stood on wobbly legs and reached for me. "Sorry," she mumbled, holding onto me. I took off her helmet, and she instantly put her hands under her armpits.

"What's wrong, Angel?" I asked.

"I didn't think it would be that cold, that's all. I'm good."

Taking off my vest, I wrapped her tightly in it, despite it swallowing her and pulled her to my side.

"Thank you," she breathed. My chest tightened at her words, and we headed inside.