ACE:Las Vegas Bad Boys(56)

“What?” I ask, walking to the other side of the bed, wanting to crawl into this inviting space with him. “You think that’s stupid?”

“A second chance at a family? Hell, no. I think that’s amazing. Everything. I’d do anything to have one of my sisters back, to have a chance at a fresh start with them.”

“But they’re gone?” I ask.

“Yup,” he says curtly.

Clearly he wants to get off the topic of his past.

Ace raises his eyes, as if thinking of something entirely different. “Hey, you hungry?”

“I’m literally starving.”

“Literally, huh?”

“Are you one of those people who hates when people say literally wrong?” I ask, cocking an eye at him.

“Is that gonna be a problem?” Ace reaches in his closet for a robe and then hands it to me. “Because I literally hate it.”

“I literally couldn’t care less.” I smile, pulling on the robe, cinching the waist, as Ace slips on a pair of sweats. “What would be a problem,” I add, “is if you aren’t a peanut butter person. Because I want a scoop of peanut butter so bad. Like, so hard.”

“Is that such a thing? An anti-peanut butter person?” Ace asks, incredulous, before a grin spreads on his face.

“Just show me the Jiffy, smart-ass.” I say, smacking his butt as I walk toward the kitchen.





19





ACE


She is not an exaggeration. Not a fling. Not a mistake.

She is everything.

I make us peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches and then grill them on my Panini press.

“Sofrenoood.” Emmy groans in pleasure as she takes another bite

“Come again?”

“So freaking good. Like beyond. Like the best.”

“I know,” I say, realizing that I haven’t felt this relaxed, with my guard down so far, in years. “It’s a sandwich slash dessert. It’s everything.”

I reach for a can of whipped cream in the fridge.

“This makes it even better.”

I spray some of the cream on her piece of sandwich and she takes another bite, groaning in pleasure.

Emmy sits on the kitchen counter, her hair drying, the robe no longer tightly pulled at the waist. She seems so comfortable. So exactly where she should be.

I wrap my arms around her, her legs between mine.

I kiss her chocolatey lips softly. And then again, harder this time, because I just want to devour her. “You feeling better now?”

“I feel like a million bucks.”

“That’s just chump change, baby.”

She smacks me. “Not a good joke. Money stresses me out.

“You’re the one describing yourself with a monetary value,” I point out.

“Shit, you’re right,” she says. “Well, fuck it. I do feel like a million bucks. I feel so good. I think the hospital was slowly killing me, which is actually pretty fucked up.”

“I’m glad being here with me feels right.” My cock grows hard again, and damn, I need to be inside this woman. I push back the robe she wears, and cup her tits, massaging them gently.

Emmy Rose sighs contentedly. Her back arches as she unties the robe completely, letting it fall away. She is naked before me—her soft skin, her curvy body, all of it so perfect.

“This feels so right,” Emmy says, smiling, as I run my hands over her thighs, squeezing them before pushing them farther apart. Her pussy is so sweet and pink, and I get on my knees so I can kiss her folds properly.

After the last twenty-four hours she’s had, she doesn’t need anything rough. She needs to be taken care of.

I can fucking do that.

My tongue flicks across her opening, already loving the sweet juice she releases. Her hands run through my hair again, and I know she loves the way my tongue fucks her, because she pushes my face deeper into her pussy.

I roll around her clit, the perfect little spot that is on fire, nice and round and throbbing. I suck it nice and fast, and Emmy fucking needs this, because she is quickly pouring her pussy juice all over my mouth, her hands grabbing at my hair as she holds on for dear life.

I press in two fingers, loving that I have a woman who gets so wet, so fast. Emmy’s pussy loves to show me what it likes.

And she likes me, a few fingers deep, pressing against her walls, causing her to clench her pussy lips uncontrollably. She rolls her body forward, edging off the counter.

“Ace, I need to have you in me. I need you closer. Take me to bed.”

I stand, picking her up off the counter, her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock nice and hard under her ass. My arms would carry her anywhere, but the fact that the place she wants to be most in the world is in my bed, with me besides her, makes me feel like a fucking man.