Aced (13 page)

That did it. The leash snapped and my mouth was on his in a scorching kiss that just about blew the top of my head off. His tongue was in my mouth, tangling with mine as my hand continued to work him and he writhed against me. I jammed my hips as close as I could get them with my hand down between us, and when my hard length hit his thigh, I couldn’t help but rub along him as he moaned into my mouth.
 

I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted Dylan in that moment. It was as though every single part of me was drawn to him. And I was done denying that. I pulled my head back, breaking the kiss, and told him, “I want to see you come.”

Dylan panted, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. Then his eyes trailed over the arm I had on the wall and down to the jacket that was still in place. “Do you have a discreet dry cleaner? ’Cause I have to say, if you hand your jacket back in after we’re done with it…some questions may arise.”

I glanced down between us to the flushed head of his wet cock and knew he was right, but fuck it. I wanted him to explode in my hand. I wanted to
feel
that. “I don’t care.”

“Ohh…in that case…” Dylan wrapped his arms around my neck then, and hitched a leg up my hip as he started to roll his hips and rub himself all the fuck over me. I stumbled slightly, and when his back hit the wall again, I got my feet steady and attacked. I took his mouth as he continued to grind against me, and when his arms tightened around my neck and his body tensed, Dylan wrenched his mouth away so his head was against the door behind him, and shouted out my name as he came all over my hand…and jacket, in hot jets of cum.

My breathing was shot to shit as I stared at him, standing there, with my hand still gently stroking him, and I knew in the seconds that followed that everything in my life was about to change.
 

10

HARDER, HORACE

“SO, DOES THIS mean you’ll give me your phone number now?” I asked, and Ace let out a booming laugh. “What? I’m serious.”

“I don’t know. Giving that up might be a little too personal.”

“You’ve got my cum on your hands, asshole. A phone call’s not too invasive.”

“Then it’s yours,” he said. “You busy now?”
 

“Now?” I looked down at where my pants were still down around my ankles.
 

“I mean tonight, smartass. You want to come home with me?”

My heart stuttered and fucking stopped. “You’re serious.”

Ace shrugged out of his jacket and placed it over the couch. “What? I just worked up an appetite, and you said you’d cook for me.”

I had to laugh as I pulled up my pants and then sauntered over to him. “So you just want to use me for my”—my eyes flicked down to his unbuttoned pants—“skills?”

“Well, you
are
good with your hands…”

Taking a fistful of his white undershirt, I pulled him toward me and gave him a bruising kiss. “I’ll just need to grab my bag.”

“Meet you at my car.”

“What—” I started, but then clamped my mouth shut.
What if someone sees us
wasn’t exactly where I wanted his brain going right now, not when he was beginning to open up. Instead, I gave him a closed-mouth smile and said, “See you there.”
 

After checking that I had put myself back together enough that no one would suspect anything if they saw me, I walked out of Ace’s trailer and over to the one I had my belongings stuffed in. And as luck would have it, Russ was also inside.

“Hey, I thought you’d left already,” he said when I came up beside him and grabbed the hanger with the clothes I’d worn to the set.
 

As I changed back into them, I said, “No, I got held up,” and prayed he couldn’t see through me to what exactly had…well,
held
me just minutes earlier.
 

“Well, good timing, because a few of us are going out for drinks. You should come.”
 

Hah, oh, I just came, all right. All the fuck over Ace Locke’s hands. Jesus.
 

“Thanks, but I’m kinda tired today.”

“No problem. I’ll drop you by your place on the way, then.”

Geez, he wasn’t stopping today. “Actually, I’d rather walk, if that’s okay.” When Russ’s face fell, I was quick to add, “Need to burn off the sticky buns I ate earlier. That craft services table is gonna have me busting out of this suit soon.”

Russ patted his own stomach. “Don’t I fucking know it. If you change your mind, we’ll be at Roadhouse.”

“Thanks, man,” I said, hanging the costume back on the rack as Russ made his way out of the trailer. If I didn’t want him and the rest of the cast talking, I needed to wait a few minutes before making my exit. Not that I gave a fuck either way, but I had a feeling Ace would.

I took my time washing my face and putting my clothes back on, and when I peeked out the window, it looked like the coast was clear.
 

“I thought you’d changed your mind,” Ace said, when I slid into the passenger seat of his SUV.
 

“Nah, just ran into a few people and thought I’d wait until they were gone.”

Ace’s eyes softened, and he gave me a small smile. Then he backed the car out, and as we rode toward the exit gate, he said, “About that…I’ve got tinted windows, but we’ll have some cameras on our tail, and since we’re heading to my house—”

“You want me to lie down and stay out of sight?” When Ace’s head jerked in my direction, I chuckled. “No, I get it. That’s not a problem.” I climbed into the back and lay across the seat. “How do I look?”

“Fucking ridiculous.”

“But it’ll work, right?”

Ace sighed and ran a hand over his head. “Yeah, it’ll work.” Then his gaze connected with mine in the rearview mirror. “Thank you.”

“This reminds me of when I was younger and I would always lie on the floorboard of the car. It’s like old times.”

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“We used to go camping with a bunch of people and I’d get the floorboard.” When Ace gave me a strange look, I waved him off. “It’s a long story, and honestly, if I told you now, you might kick me out of the car.”
 

“Sounds interesting.”

“Oh, it’s interesting, just…different. My family’s a bit out there.”
Hello, understatement.
I tried to picture Ziggy and Sunshine in the same room with Ace, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped.
 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I said, not ready to open up about my parents or the hell that came before they’d adopted me.

It wasn’t too long before we passed through the gates of Ace’s neighborhood, and I was finally able to move.
 

Sitting up, I rolled my neck until it cracked. “I think you owe me a back massage for that. Is the coast clear?”

Ace nodded as he pushed a button on his visor and another gate, this time in front of his mansion, opened and he drove through. “Paparazzi aren’t allowed past the main entrance, which is exactly why I chose this place.”

“Are they always this bad?”

“What, following me? No, but the past year it’s been overwhelming. They’re waiting for—” He stopped and shook his head. “Never mind.”

“No, tell me. What are they waiting for?”

After Ace pulled into his four-car garage, he turned to me, and his eyes were piercing. “You.”

* * *

AS I SAT there waiting for Dylan to say something, I swore I could hear every beat of my heart. I was nervous that I’d overstepped and maybe freaked him out, but when a bright smile lit his face and he leaned forward to kiss my lips, I felt the tension ease.

“That’s why you’ve been so—”

“Yes,” I said, not needing him to elaborate.

“Got it. Well then, now that I know, it makes a little more sense.” He pushed open the car door, and when he glanced back at me and said, “Are you going to show me to your kitchen now?” I let out a sigh of relief and climbed out to lead him inside.

Dylan was silent as he followed behind, and when we entered the wide-open kitchen, he came to a stop beside me and let out a low whistle.

“I swear this kitchen is enough to give me a second orgasm today.”

I looked over at him and admired his side profile. Strong jaw, high cheekbones. Gorgeous.

“Well, have at it. It’s all yours.”

He shot me a grin and rubbed his hands together. “In the mood for anything in particular?”

“Not kale.”

“No shit,” he said, opening my fridge. “Huh. Lookie what we have here. Somebody went shopping.” He pulled out a package and held it up to me.
 

“Or somebody had somebody go shopping.”

“And you specifically told them to get salmon because it was your evil plan to have me over.” Dylan raised an eyebrow.
 

“It’s not like I knew you would come—”

“In your trailer.”

“That too,” I said, cracking a smile.
 

“For the record, I have no problem coming anywhere. Just ask.” When he gave me a saucy wink and disappeared into the walk-in pantry, I groaned.
Christ, this guy will be the death of me.
 

Dylan came back carrying an armful of ingredients. “All right, now where do you keep the pots and pans?”

“Uh…” I couldn’t say I’d ever actually opened most of the cabinets, other than to get the basics like plates and cups. “Maybe the bottom ones?”

The look on Dylan’s face was priceless. “You don’t know where you keep your sauté pan? Your skillet? Your wok?”

“My what?”

“Oh my God,” he said, and dropped down to his knees to open up the cabinets. “If you don’t cook and you don’t have a chef, what the hell do you have all this stuff for?”

“What else am I supposed to do with all that space? Store movies?”

“I’m assuming you have an epic home theater for those, at least. Am I right?”

I pulled out a stool at the island and sat down to watch him work. I would’ve offered to help, but I didn’t think Dylan would be amused when I chopped off a finger or set the house on fire. For that matter, neither would I.
 

“Yeah, I’ve got one of those,” I said. “Alphabetized and by genre.”

“With a special section for yours?”

“No, I don’t like to watch myself.”

Dylan’s eyes collided with mine, and the look in them was sexual. “Oh, I like to watch you. Especially in bed and with a bottle of lube nearby.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I imagined we’d be doing.”

I reached down to adjust the growing erection in my pants, the same one that’d been throbbing like a motherfucker since I’d gotten Dylan off over an hour ago. As I studied him standing there, leaning back against my kitchen sink with a pan in his hand, I heard myself asking, “And
how
exactly would we be doing that?”

When Dylan’s lip quirked at the side and one of his dimples appeared, I shifted on the stool, and somehow I knew whatever answer was about to come next was going to be brazen.

“You’re dying to know, aren’t you? You asked me the same thing on your birthday.”

And he was right. I was dying to know how he saw this. On my birthday he’d said either/or. In the trailer tonight he mentioned wanting to
be
the one receiving. So yeah, now my imagination was going crazy.

“Well, you said you were an equal opportunist, but I was just…” I coughed and rubbed a hand over my head. “Jesus, you’re gonna make me fucking say it, right?”

Dylan shrugged, wandered over to where I was seated, and placed the pan down. “Maybe I want to
hear
you say it.”

I slicked my tongue over my suddenly dry lips and took a breath. “Fine. I wanted to know when you imagined me…what was I doing?”

Dylan pursed his lips together, seeming to think about it for a second, and then he shocked the hell out of me. “It depends which movie I’m watching.”

“Uh…care to elaborate?”

“In
Against the Tide
, you were fucking
me
in a hot tub—”

“I have a hot tub,” I said before I could even stop myself, and Dylan trailed his fingers along the counter until he stopped by my side, making me swivel on the stool. When his jean-covered thigh bumped my knee, I spread my legs apart and he stepped in between them.

“Mhmm…you shouldn’t have told me that. I’m supposed to be cooking for you.”

I took his hips in my hands as he stepped closer, and angled my head up to look at him. “And you are going to keep your promise, right? It’s not fair to let me sit here hungry and—” I stopped talking, as usual censoring myself.

“Stop doing that,” Dylan said.

“What?”

“Thinking about what you’re going to say before you say it.” Dylan cupped my chin and promised, “When it’s just you and me, you can say whatever you want.”

“Right. I was going to say it’s not fair for you to let me sit here hungry and horny.”

“I plan to take care of both, but first”—he leaned in like he was going to kiss me, and then his mouth was hot on my neck—“let’s feed you a different kind of protein.” Then he pulled away, picked up one of the pans, and set it on the stove. As he went to work, he threw over his shoulder, “Oh, and in
Hard Throttle
I was fucking
you
on the hood of your car. Which of those appeal to you more?”

And wasn’t that the question. My face heated as I thought over both of Dylan’s fantasies. Hell, both were equally enticing, but it wasn’t like I could choose as if it were a multiple-choice question. There was still so much I hadn’t experienced, which should’ve probably embarrassed me, but I didn’t feel that judgment from Dylan.
 

“Can I just say…both?”
 

“You sure can,” he said, turning to grab the package of salmon. “But if it ever changes, just let me know to which movie.”

* * *

“HAD I KNOWN you were such a beast in the kitchen I would’ve tracked you down a lot sooner,” Ace said as we lounged on his couch after stuffing our faces. I thought he was going to lick his plate when he was finished, which I had to admit was a pretty fucking high compliment.