Locke (Aces MC Series Book 4) (12 page)

My legs became weak and seeing my discomfort Locke stood and
held me close to his muscular body.
I was still convulsing, coming down from my high as Locke held me tight and
placed a gentle kiss on my temple. The room was silent apart from the sound of
the running water but he pulled me from my thoughts as he leaned behind me and turned
off the spray.
I instantly felt cold which made me shiver. "Come on, let's get you
warm." Locke stepped from the bath and reached out to take my hand to help
me.
Taking one of the hotel dressing gowns from the back of the hotel door, he
gently wrapped it around me and fastened it tightly around my waist. The
tenderness of these actions was truly a surreal moment.

We both froze by a series of heavy bangs on the door of the
hotel room. Locke knelt on the floor and opened the vanity unit under the sink
to take out a sports bag. He unzipped the side pocket and I was surprised that
he removed a small hand gun.
"Stay in here, if the shit hits the fan just keep quiet until they've
gone." He must have seen the panic on my face and grabbed me on either
side of my head pulling me down so that he could place a kiss on top of my
head.
Another series of bangs echoed through the room. Locke left the bathroom and
pulled the door to but curiosity got the better of me and I moved so that I
could peer through the gap.

I could see Locke peer through the spy hole and then put the
safety chain on before opening the door.
"Yes I did...Yeah I'm sorry about that...She gets a little excited...I'll
ask her to keep it down...Have a good evening."
Locke closed the door and turned to rest his back before letting out a sigh, he
glanced towards the bathroom door and his eyes met mine. A small smile crossed
his face and he pushed from the door walking towards me, I stepped back so that
he could enter the bathroom but Locke didn't say anything he simply put the gun
back into the bag and zipped it up before placing it in the vanity unit.

As he stood he saw the hesitation on my face, "I'll
understand if you now want to leave but I'd like you to stay."
He walked from the bathroom and made his way down the hallway as I stood
totally dumbfounded by the whole situation. Why the fuck did he have a gun and
why did he pull it out when answering the door? Was he on the run or was
someone after him? I had so many questions but I doubted he would answer them.

I took my phone from my handbag and walked into the bedroom typing
a quick text.
"If you're contacting the police can you at least give me enough time to
fuck off?"
I looked up from my phone, "Sorry, what did you say?"
"Are you contacting the police?" he looked at me expectantly.
I placed my mobile on the desk and walked towards him seductively, "I was
texting Declan to let him know I'm spending the night, I haven't quite finished
with you yet." I pushed Locke's shoulder encouraging him to lie on the bed
and flicked his towel open before I straddled him. Locke sniggered and grabbed
my hips holding me firmly in place as I felt his cock swell beneath me. He
untied my belt and opened my robe, sucking in a deep breath as he took in the fullness
of my breasts.
Locke lifted his hands to rub my mounds and squeezed them together, "These
are beautiful."
I blushed under his scrutiny. "Don't get embarrassed, I don't usually say
much but when I do I speak the truth."
I nodded and slipped the robe from my shoulders before I slid my hand between
us, to move his cock in an upright position so that I could lower myself onto him
comfortably. Locke closed his eyes and held my hips tightly as I slipped up and
down his length trying to find a steady rhythm.
Locke sniggered, "If you start squealing this time we'll be thrown
out."
"I thought you liked it when I moaned." I said breathlessly as I rode
his cock harder, moving my hand behind me so that I could grope his balls.
"I do babe but I also want somewhere to sleep tonight." Locke raised
his hips to give me more of his cock and I used my other hand to play with my
clit as I quickened my pace. I hadn't ever come three times in one evening but
I was starting to think that anything was possible with Locke.

I could feel myself building as Locke continued to raise his
hips meeting me pound for pound as I writhed around his cock. Without warning
Locke rolled me over so that I was now lying on my back, but continued the
rhythm and took my mouth passionately. He placed pressure on my pelvic bone as
he gyrated his hips which was my undoing and I came for the third time. Locke kissed
me hard to prevent my screams from annoying the other occupants as he emptied
his seed inside me.

The smell of sex and our heavy breathing filled the room as
we lay on top of the bed. Locke stroked my cheek and I leaned into his embrace
briefly before he moved his hand further down my body.
I shivered, "Are you cold babe?"
"Yeah a little." I stated rubbing my hand up my arm to generate some
heat.
Locke stood and handed me my robe before he pulled back the covers and nodded
for me to get in.
I fastened my robe and walked over to the bed settling easily under the covers.
"Are you hungry?" Locke asked as he sat beside me on the bed.
"I am actually. Do you want to go out and get something?"
He shook his head. "Room service," he stated holding up the menu
before joining me under the covers.

This was all very surreal, what had been clearly a casual
encounter was now turning into something a little weird as we lay here snuggled
against each other looking through the menu.
I only wanted something light to eat, my stomach was in knots from all of the
excitement and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to eat anything anyway.
Once I'd decided what I wanted, Locke rang through our order and joined me back
in bed pulling me close so that I could snuggle up to him.

Locke stroked my head as I lay on his chest, "I know
that you want to ask me about the gun but please don't as I don't want to lie
to you babe."
I had always been an inquisitive person but I wasn't about to bombard him with
questions. If he wanted to talk then he would without my pestering him.
"Well if you don't want to talk, then I'll fill the silence." I
lifted my head to look at him to see his smile.
"I thought you may somehow."
I swatted his chest, and narrowed my eyes at him playfully. "Okay, so if
you don't want to talk about the gun does that mean that other subjects are off
limits?"
"Some."
"Okay, so I'll ask questions but feel free to pass if you can't
answer." He nodded his head but I could see the tightening of his jaw as
he felt a little uneasy about the situation.
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-three."
I nodded my head and composed myself for the next question, "I should've
asked you this before we shagged but I couldn't see a ring. Are you
married?"
"No, and I don't have a girlfriend or any children."
"Well that's good to know. I didn't want an irate woman with a couple of
kids turning up at my shop." Locke sniggered. "So why aren't you with
anyone? I mean a hotty like yourself, surely you have them queuing up."
"It's difficult."
"This leads me to my next question. Why would a group of women be
discussing you at the gym?" He looked at me confused.  "They said
that you were dealing with some shit."
"Let me guess, it was Amy and her cronies."
"Amy?"
"I understand that you did the flowers for Jimmy's funeral." I nodded
my head but still didn't understand the point he was trying to make.
"Didn't you come across Amy or Ink?"
"No. The only person I dealt with was a big bloke called...oh what was his
name?" I clicked my fingers as I tried to rack my brains, "Justice,
that was it Justice."
Locke nodded his head, "Well the women you heard in the gym were probably
Amy and her band of merry ladies, putting the world to rights as usual."
"So who is Amy?"
"She's our VP's sister and the other women are either old ladies of some
of the club members or employees."
I nodded my head understanding what he'd said. After Justice had come to the
shop and placed his order of a Harley Davidson, I took it upon myself to do
some research on MC's to give me a better understanding of what they were
about.
"So do you want to discuss the shit that you're dealing with? A problem
shared is a problem halved." I was hopeful that he'd share something as I
didn't know that much about him but I'd learned fairly quickly that he was a
very private person.
Locke shook his head, "I deal with everything on my own."
"Why?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
"I know, I'm sorry I'll shut up." I mimicked zipping my mouth,
locking it and throwing away the key.
Locke sniggered, "It's easier that way, I don't like to trouble
anyone."
"But isn't that what the MC is all about? I thought they were like a
family?"
Locke raised his brows and looked at me surprised by what I knew, "You
seem very clued in to the MC life. You're not just a pretty face."
"There must be someone you could confide in."
"Look, I...I haven't had anyone to talk to for years."
"You seem pretty close to CJ."
"I am but he's a bloke."
"Oh I get what you mean. An old ladies job is to provide support and
although you shouldn't share club business with them, the member usually does
but the old lady knows to keep the information a secret." I smiled pleased
with myself that I'd remembered the research I'd undertook a couple of weeks
ago.
"You're full of surprises." Locke pulled me in for a hug.
"So are you," I stated looking down at the duvet as his cock stood to
attention. "There's no way I can go again so soon." There was a loud
knock on the door, "Saved by the knock." I stated sarcastically.
Locke stood and grabbed the robe to cover himself while he peered through the
spy hole.
I saw Locke physically relax before he opened the door and allowed the porter
to wheel the trolley into the room. Locke glanced up and down the corridor
keeping a watchful eye as the man placed the food onto the table before
wheeling the trolley back out of the room. Locke smiled briefly and firmly shut
the door behind him putting the chain back on to secure the door further.

I rose from the bed and removed the lids, "
Mmmm
, that smells good."
Locke came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he leaned down to
kiss my neck, "So do you."
I swatted him away, "Stop it!"
Locke stuck out his lip pouting as he moved to grab his plate. I liked playful
Locke and found the longer I spent with him the more he lowered his guard, and
although he wasn't divulging any more information he was becoming more
comfortable around me.

We sat at the small table in the corner of the room and ate
our food.
"So where is home?" I asked as I took a bite of my sandwich.  I could
see him analysing what I'd just asked, "Is that not a simple enough
question?"
"I have several homes, in several places." Locke stood and walked
over to the mini bar to pull out two cans of coke. He opened both and placed
them onto the table, sitting comfortably before he looked in my direction.
"I'm struggling here, I'm finding it difficult to know what subjects are
safe." I took a sip of my coke and sat back in the chair, leaving the ball
firmly in his court.
"I'm not married or in a relationship, never have and don't have the
desire to ever be.  I live from day to day and earn money being a locksmith and
that's easy to do with no commitments. I'm thirty-three and have no living
family members. I support Arsenal football club, I love bacon flavoured crisps
and I am partial to the odd fag. I love to ride my Harley, I like to holiday
near the sea and I have a fantastic singing voice."
I nodded my head at the information he'd just given me, and pretended that he
didn't just have a little outburst. "So who told you that you had a good
singing voice? Because I've watched X-factor and there are a lot of people on
that show that think they can sing and they clearly can't."
Locke smirked, "You are a breath of fresh air do you know that
Irish?" I smiled at his comment. "I've been told by various people
and have won a few karaoke competitions in my time."
"Okay then I believe you." I picked up my burger and continued to eat,
I knew that my quick wit had broken the ice and I'd pulled him from his bad
mood.

Once we'd finished our food we lay on the bed and flicked
through the available films. I put up a good argument for 'Shawshank Redemption'
which was one of my favourite films but Locke put up an equally if not better
argument for 'Step-Brothers'.

By the end of the film my sides hurt through laughing so
much but as Locke turned off the television I let out a big yawn.
"I'm not going to be of any use to you this evening I'm knackered so I'm
going to take myself home."
Locke grabbed my arms and rolled on top of me pinning me to the bed. "Will
you stop deciding what I want? I would like you to stay should you wish and if
you don't want to shag me again, which I find hard to believe then that's okay
with me." Locke winked and kissed my nose before he moved his hands to my
sides and tickled me.
"Locke get off." He continued to dig his fingers into my sides as I
struggled to get free.
"Are you staying then?"
"Yes, Yes I'm, staying."
"Good." Locke rolled off and smirked as I straightened my robe to
cover my modesty.
"I've just got to pop to the bathroom." I stood from the bed and made
my way to the bathroom leaving Locke to pack away our dirty plates from the
food we ate earlier.

After finishing my business I assessed myself in the mirror briefly
before turning the tap to wash my hands, when I heard talking coming from the
bedroom. I cautiously tiptoed across the bathroom and placed my ear to the door
trying to listen to the conversation, it was hard to hear it fully but was
confused as to why the men were calling Locke, Saviour?
The conversation wasn't heated and they spoke as if they knew each other well
but I could hear a slight annoyance in Locke's responses. I knew that I
couldn't hide in the bathroom all evening as it would look too suspicious if
one of the men wanted to use it but I didn't want to cause Locke any shit
either.
What if I went out there and I put myself in danger? Could I possibly use the
gun that Locke had hidden in the vanity unit? I let out a loud sigh and knew
what I needed to do, I needed to play along with his little facade.