As much as she didn't want to be tied up at the moment, she felt a little worse about what she had said to Ace. She shouldn't have been so rude and uncaring. She hoped he would come back soon, so she could apologize. What she said had clearly hurt him and gotten under his skin. He showed her a gentle side of himself, and in turn, she behaved like a bitch.
It was clear there was more to Ace than just a handsome face and the strong brutality he strutted around with. He told her about having a garden, after all. She couldn't say she knew many men who would admit that.
Before she acted terribly rudely, he spoke to her with comforting and gentle words. He didn't say anything snarky or demanding that put her in an awkward position. No, he seemed to care. Even when she insulted him, he still tried to be nice.
She wouldn't say that he was just a wild animal because he wasn't. There was more to Ace than met the eye, and she looked forward to learning more if he gave her a chance. She hoped he was still willing after this.
She could still hear him griping at her that she was doing things wrong when they were cleaning. He had shaken his head. "Honestly, Emma. Start from the top and work to the bottom. Otherwise, you're just passing the dust around."
She chuckled, thinking about it. Neither of them asked for the situation they were in, but she, in a way, was grateful for it. No one had treated her as nicely as he had. No one looked at her mess of a home and told her they would help her clean it up.
Ace was harshly brutal, but she needed that. Her depression was strangling her until she couldn't do anything. Ace forced her to do what needed to be done.
She wasn't one to imagine a future because, after the car accident, she didn’t believe she had one. A future wasn't something she deserved. She had taken a life, so why should she be able to enjoy her own?
Yet, she found herself thinking about one. She smiled to herself, imagining it. She wouldn't be so shy anymore. She'd be able to be upfront and honest about what she wanted in life. She would walk with her head held high, and she would be able to ask people to move out of her way.
She would have what she wanted in life without looking over her shoulder, worried about someone seeing everything she did. Instead, she would smile, proud of who she was.
Maybe they could separate themselves from this mob situation. She knew it was a far-fetched idea, but she hadn't been involved before. Maybe she could go back to that.
"Maybe, just maybe, I could have everything I ever wanted."
It was odd for her to contemplate about a future with anyone, but she could see herself getting married. She also saw the groom being Ace, smiling at her like she was his entire world.
That thought caused a wave of heat to sweep over her body. She moved slightly, forcing herself to sit up. She wiggled her arms, allowing them to bend forward.
She pictured herself in a lovely house and holding a steady job, something she was proud of. They would have kids and come home to them running around in the backyard.
Maybe they would have a pet. And they would take summer vacations going across the country. She would have everything she dreamed of when she was a little girl.
As her idea grew, so did her smile. She beamed with happiness. For the first time in a long time, Emma smiled about the future.
Ace would come home after a long day of work and meet her in the kitchen. He'd kiss her on the neck and tell her their dinner smelled good. She'd laugh and bask in the love that surrounded them.
The house would be filled with happy memories and a relaxing vibe. Everything she didn't have right now. It would be the complete opposite of her current life.
She moved her arm, noticing that her hands had wiggled free. She bit her lip, finding she was horny from thinking about Ace.
She wasn't one to masturbate, mainly because she didn't allow the idea. So, what was the point of pleasing herself when she never thought she had much of a future?
But now, she was worked up in a storm. The sexual tension had built and needed to be released.
Her fingers slid off the button of her pants and reangled herself to move her hips off the pillow she lay on.
She bit harder on her bottom lip, suppressing a moan. She closed her eyes and imagined Ace running his hands all over her body.
After a long day at work, they were finally able to relax at home. Ace would gaze at her with that hunger in his eyes. She could almost see it now. His eyes ogled at her, taking in every inch of her skin.
"Oh, God," she gasped as she slid a hand into her pants, sliding her finger over her clit. She started to grind onto the bed, rolling her finger in a circular motion.
Her head fell back, and she gasped unsteady breaths. Her heart rate quickened, and her legs shook. She tasted blood in her mouth, biting so hard onto her lip.
"Fuck," she panted, rubbing harder. She wished it was Ace. God, she hungered for him.
She had no idea where the thought came from. She wasn't one to daydream, yet here she was, fantasizing he was the one touching.
She wished he’d strip her naked, kissing her softly, leaving trails as he went. She wished he was fingering her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.