“The first thing you asked me is what I’m doing here with you.” Entwining our fingers, Ace took a deep inhale, and when he let it out, it was as if it were the first full breath he’d taken since he’d last touched me. Then he whispered, “I’m living.”
I could feel tears welling in my eyes, and when I shut them to stave them off, I heard him say, “Look at me, Dylan.”
And when I blinked and refocused on him, I was shocked to see his own eyes were glistening. “The second was why. Why am I with you…” As Ace’s voice trailed off, he brought his other hand to my cheek and asked, “Where else would I be?”
“You brought Ace fucking Locke to our house without telling me?”
I couldn’t help the yes I did smile that was now spread across my entire face. Then I caught Ace move, and my eyes flicked up to see him step forward to stop just in front of Derek, who’d now turned back to face him. Ace held his hand out, and when Derek raised his to take it like a robot, Ace flashed his thirty-million-dollar smile and shook it.
“You would be right. I am Ace Locke. And you must be Derek, the guy I have to thank for not being able to get it up.”
Oh no he didn’t.
Oh yes he did.
“Tonight, you’re mine. Your frustration,” he said, dragging his fingers free so I cried out, begging for him to fill me again—and he did. “Your orgasm. Your pleasure. And your shouts of need,” he told me, punctuating each desire with a jab of his fingers before he removed them to grip my hip and the wide head of his covered cock pressed against my hole. “Tonight, all of it is mine, Dylan.”