Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
When we got upstairs, I gently laid Ace on the bed, but he still clung to me, so I eased my weight down on top of him. He sighed, his muscles relaxing, his fingers absentmindedly stroking over the back of my neck and through the hair at the base of my skull. When I looked down at him, he was already staring up at me through those pretty, blue eyes I loved so damn much.
“Will you…” He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I need…” He huffed in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut. Bracing myself on one arm, I cupped his cheek, brushing my thumb over his soft skin. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze watery. His lips trembled. Leaning down, I smoothed mine over his, and he nodded, tugging me closer to him.
Our tongues danced together slowly, and I groaned when he arched his hips, pressing his cock into mine. I didn’t ask him if he was sure if this was what he wanted. Obviously, he couldn’t have sex yet because he needed to heal from what Johnny Dorman had done to him, but I could still touch him. Could still get him off. And if this was what he wanted, I trusted him to be able to make this judgment on his own.
I was his Papa, but he was still an adult who knew his limits. And if there was one thing I knew about Ace, I knew, no matter what, he wasn’t afraid of enforcing his boundaries. Even with me.
“Papa…” he groaned against my mouth. “I need—I want—” He huffed in frustration, so I eased back. He pouted up at me, but he took in a deep breath, finally gathering his thoughts. “I need to be with you. Please, Papa.”
I smiled softly at him. “Jax and Blakely are just downstairs,” I gently reminded him. And the loft didn’t have walls or a door. There would be no hiding anything we did together. I didn’t give a fuck, but I wanted to remind Ace in case it was a boundary for him.
He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips that made my heart warm. “You wouldn’t believe the shit I’ve been forced to hear since they got together,” he snickered. That small laugh settled something inside of me. “I don’t care.”
I kissed him softly again before stroking his hair back from his face. “I can’t fuck you, baby. You need time to heal.” He sighed, his brows creasing, his face falling. I swallowed thickly. I’d never bottomed before but… “But I can bottom for you, baby, if you want. So we can be together like you need.”
He snapped his eyes up to mine, some of the brightness returning to the blue pools. His fingers tightened where they’d come to rest on my biceps, his nails biting into my skin. “You’d…” He shivered. “You’d do that for me, Papa?”
I rested my forehead against his. “Ace baby, there’s not a goddamn thing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.”
He pressed his lips to mine before gripping the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head. When my torso was bare, he slid his hands over my body, his lips finding mine again in a slow, drugging kiss that tore at every single one of my senses. I easily flipped us, cradling his smaller body in my large hands. Once I was on my back, his fingers made quick work of my sweats, pulling them down and tossing them to the floor with my shirt.
He sighed when I was naked, his palms sliding up my hair-roughened thighs. I gripped his hips, watching him as he raked his eyes over me.
“How are you this good-looking?” he croaked, tracing the tattoo of the yin-yang symbol right beside my hip bone. He flicked his eyes up to meet mine. “I think I’m going to combust once I’m inside you.”
A raspy chuckle fell from my lips, and I slid his shirt up just enough to tease my fingers over his soft skin. “Well, we won’t know if you don’t get naked, too, sweet boy.”
He moved off the bed, and I watched as he quickly shucked his clothes, revealing dark bruises along his torso, legs, and upper arms. I clenched my jaw at the sight of them but swallowed back my anger. I didn’t want to ruin this moment for Ace. Forcing my jaw to relax, I smiled at him and held out my hand, beckoning him to me.
He quickly settled over my hips, straddling me. His cock bobbed between us, the metal in it glinting in the low light of the room. Reaching out, I circled my hand around his shaft, playing with the bars through his cock. He groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders as he lightly thrust into my hand. I shivered. This was going inside me. Holy fuck, it was going to feel so strange but so good. And I was growing impatient just thinking about it.