“We were the ones who saved you.” Ace’s eyes narrow. “Saved both of you.”
He’s right, and I dip my head, the shame still with me. “Thanks, man.”
Camile steps in. “But Rook saved me, too, Ace, in his own way. You might not approve of what he did, but it’s true. Now, the way I see it, Rook saved me, and you saved me, and then you made Ledger pay, so why don’t we celebrate the win?” She turns to me. “Ace punished Ledger for what those men made us do. Punished him with a broken broom handle.”
Ace grins. “Oh, and I came all over his face.”
What the fuck?
She blinks. “You did?”
“Yeah.” Ace gives us both a deranged grin. “He lost his load as well. He didn’t like it, though. He cried afterward.”
“Good,” I snap.
Camile looks between us both, like she’s watching a game of tennis. “See, we’re all on the same side. Now, kiss and make up.” She tugs on both our hands. “I mean it.”
I don’t know what to say. Ace is the one who’s angrywith me, not the other way around, and, as far as I can tell, he still is. But he lets go of Camile’s hand and brings himself to stand directly in front of me. I have no idea what he’s going to do next, but that’s Ace for you. He’s so fucking unpredictable. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s just decided to break my nose.
Ace plants his palms either side of my jaw, leans in and smacks his lips directly against mine. I’m not sure how to take it, so I automatically open my mouth at the same time he does. I jerk in shock when our tongues touch. I can feel his stubble, and his lips are harder against mine than Camile’s, or any girl I’ve been with. I can feel his strength and power coiled against me, and there’s something raw and hot about that.
My cock jumps and my brain automatically takes me back to the hazing. I passed with flying colors, but the events of the last couple of days have definitely reminded me of it. Not that we talk about the hazing.
Beside us, Camile lets out a groan. “Okay, that’s hot. Now you’ve both made me wet.”
We pull apart, our attention fully focused on her at those words.
“I don’t want to have full sex,” she tells us hastily. “I’m not ready for that yet. But it would be nice to touch a little. Just make each other feel good.”
Ace shoots me another look, and this time it’s a lot more eager and a lot less aggressive than previous ones. “We can do that.”
I hold his gaze, my blue against his green. “Agreed.”
She takes our hands again and heads to the bedroom. We both follow her like obedient puppies as she leads us to the bed.
“No pressure, okay?” she says, and I know she’saddressing me. “No full sex. We’re just playing. Having some fun together.”
Again, she’s thinking about me, and how I might feel in this situation. My heart swells with emotion for her. How the hell have I been lucky enough to have this girl come into my life?
Ace and I take up position on either side of her on the bed. We work together, ridding her of her clothing. She has bruises and scrapes that weren’t there before, and I plant a kiss to the one on her shoulder, and Ace scoots down the bed to kiss the mark on her hip.
“Gentle,” she breathes, her eyes slipping shut.
Together, we cover her body in featherlight kisses and licks and nibbles. She parts her thighs, and we both reach between them.
She reaches down, too, presses both our hands together. “Can I feel you both inside me, like before?”
Across her body, I lock eyes with Ace, and he jerks his chin in agreement. We both push a finger inside her slick, wet heat. It’s strange, feeling Ace’s touch with Camile’s pussy wrapped around us. I wonder what it would feel like for us both to have our cocks inside her in this way. I picture Ace’s cock and mine pressed together while her tight walls surround us, how it would feel to have her orgasm and for both of us to come together. God, I’d feel Ace’s cum flooding my cock and he’d feel mine. I wouldn’t dream of pushing that idea on her right now, considering she’s still healing, but I can see it happening in our future, if she stays. Would she agree to it, taking two dicks in her pussy? Fuck, I hope so.
My dick likes the idea, too, and it jerks. Knowing there’s no pressure to keep an erection this time makes it easier. I glance over at Ace. He’s already got his cock out,and he’s slowly masturbating, while his other hand moves with mine between her legs, both our fingers thrusting inside her.
She twists her face to kiss Ace, so I duck my head to suckle on one of her dark, pointy nipples. Her hips rise and fall, undulating to meet our touch. She lets out little moans and whimpers that are so fucking sexy.
I have a sudden flashback to us in that outbuilding, a reel in my head playing of me with my cock rammed hard into her ass. For one crazy moment, I fight the intrusive thought of me doing that to her now, just flipping her over and taking her ass hard while I pin her down. I would never, so why have I even thought it? Why am I aroused by it? Then the gun—fuck, the gun—jumps into my head. Cold, hard metal. The image of what it would do to me, to both of us, if it went off.
My erection starts to deflate.
I release her nipple and shift position, dragging myself down her body. I need to quell the panic rising inside me, so I focus on her. Not my own impending freakout. With my finger still inside her, next to Ace’s, I cover her clit with my mouth. She lets out a whimper, and her hips rise to meet my mouth. All I care about is pleasing her. This isn’t for me. This is to help her heal.
