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)
The back door opened, and Jax stepped out. His eyes locked on us, and he grimaced. “Jesus fuck,” he muttered before storming back inside, slamming the door behind him.
I wasn’t even sure if Ace was aware we’d been interrupted. His eyes were rolling back in his head, and then, he was shuddering. “Papa,” he gasped, tugging me closer, the front of his jeans dampening. “I—I—”
I kissed him hard, our teeth clashing. He shook in my arms, little whines falling from his lips. When he was finished, I stood, cradling him in my arms with one arm beneath his ass and my other wrapped around him. “I got you, baby,” I assured him as I opened the back door and stepped inside. Jax was setting the table, and he looked up at us, shaking his head.
“He needs a shower,” I told them.
Jax snorted. “Bet he fucking does.”
Ace flipped him the middle finger before lifting his head, looking at Jax over my shoulder as I headed for the stairs. “As if I don’t hear you fucking Blakely on the floor every single night.” I snorted because Ace wasn’t wrong. Blakely was not quiet.
“As if we don’t hear Gunner spanking you and you fucking him every fucking night,” Jax retorted.
Ace stuck his tongue out at him. “When I’m healed and he can fuck me, it’ll be even worse,” Ace retorted. “His cock is—”
“Enough, baby,” I warned with a quiet laugh I couldn’t smother, gently swatting his ass. He leaned back a little to frown at me as I ascended the stairs. I arched a brow at him. “I don’t need your brother knowing how big my dick is.”
“Yeah—not my thing,” Jax called as I stepped into the loft.
“Well, knowing how wet Blakely’s pussy is isn’t my thing either!” Ace shouted to him.
I snickered and headed for the bathroom, setting Ace gently onto the countertop. After I started the shower, I turned back to face him, silently helping him strip out of his clothes. I groaned when I saw the cum sticking to his length. Slowly sinking to my knees between his spread thighs, I lapped his cum up. He groaned, his fingers sliding into my hair and tugging at the strands like I was the only thing tethering him to the earth. My scalp smarted, but I welcomed the sting.
“Your mouth feels so good, Papa.” He sighed when I pulled off of him, licking my lips. “Thank you.”
“For?” I asked, pulling my clothes off. The way he stared at me as I did so had my balls aching. He looked like he wanted to devour me.
Fuck, I’d let him if he truly wanted to.
“For being you,” he said quietly, looking up at me with big blue eyes full of love and adoration. My entire fucking soul melted into a puddle. “I’ve never felt this safe in my life. Even when Dorman took me, I didn’t allow myself to succumb to the fear because deep down, I knew you were coming for me.”
I cupped his cheeks, stepping between his open thighs. I tilted his head back so he was looking up at me. “I will always come for you, Ace baby. You hear me? Always. There’s not a fucking thing in this world that will ever stop me from coming to you when you need me.”
He pressed his hands to the countertop, then pushed up, pressing his lips to mine. “I never thought I’d find a Papa like you,” he confessed. “I’m weirdly glad I knocked myself out.”
I snorted and rested my forehead on his because I understood what he meant. If he hadn’t injured himself, we wouldn’t have found each other. “Honestly, you and me both, baby.”
Ace narrowed his eyes at Jax. “Can you stop slurping?” he snapped.
Blakely snickered. Jax looked at her, arching a brow. “You want me to stop slurping, baby?” He’d been intentionally doing shit like this ever since we sat down at dinner. Around Ace and Blakely, he was so much different from the cold, callous asshole I’d been led to believe he was. Sure, I could clearly still tell he just didn’t know how to process certain emotions, but he was a good guy. Reliable. Trustworthy. And he’d do anything for my boy to keep him safe.
“Jax,” she hissed. “Can you stop? I’m sure Gunner would like to eat his meal without picturing us…”
“Fucking?” he supplied.
“Okay, seriously,” Ace bit out, dropping his spoon in his bowl, which made the stew splash over the sides. He winced and quickly grabbed his napkin, cleaning the mess up, casting me an apologetic look. He was always so damn sweet for me. “I know you caught me getting off earlier, but can you just… quit with the jokes? I’m trying to eat here.”
I arched a brow at Ace. “Technically, baby, you started it when you told Jax to stop trying to make out with Blakely when he was just giving her a kiss.”