Page 58 of Hidden Desires
Getting annoyed, Ace crossed his arms against his chest.
“Can we get to the part where you tell me why the fuck you’re here?”
“Oh, right.” Marcus passed Ace a folder.
“These are some crime scene photos Lucas was able to get from the cops last night. Shows the crime scene and gives thelocation where the body was found. Thought you guys could take a look today.”
Ace took the folder and began flipping through the contents. “Yeah, sure thing.”
He didn’t want to look up, just in case his brother was somehow able to see through his lie.
“Okay. I’m off to grab some breakfast. Want me to bring you back anything?”
“Maybe just a coffee for Blade and me?”
Marcus nodded, then left the room.
The bathroom door opened. Blade emerged in his underwear, looking worried as shit.
“Your brother is going to shoot me in the face when he hears I’ve had my dick up your ass!”
Ace shot Blade a glare. “Oh, you’re being dramatic.”
“Didn’t your brother beat a man to a pulp for standing you up on a date?” Blade asked, his hands firmly planted on his hips.
“Yeah, but in his defense, I asked him to pay the man a visit. I won’t with you. I actually like having your dick up my ass,” Ace said with a shit-eating grin.
Blade grabbed a handful of his own hair.
“Fuck, you’re going to get me killed,” Blade said, beginning to pace the room. “I wonder how expensive it is to move to Antarctica. Or perhaps I should speak with Sheriff Burke about entering the witness protection program. No. It’s probably best to just stick to the classics and fake my own death. Although knowing Marcus, he'd probably strike up a deal with the devil to allow him to enter hell just to shoot me in the face, and cut off my weiner.”
“Not being dramatic at all,” Ace mumbled. He dropped the file folder on the bed before walking toward the bathroom. “Those are files Lucas managed to get from the police about the crime scene. Marcus wants us to take a look at the scene.”
18
BLADE
Fucking Ace had been incredible. He had never been so in sync with someone when knowing exactly what their body needed and how he was to give it to them. Even Ace couldn’t stop smiling since his brother left their room this morning.
Marcus.
Blade was so fucking screwed.
He had crossed the line he had spent so many years hiding behind, and now that he had crossed it, he had two options: continue plowing his friend’s younger brother and risk the potential fallout and wrath of said sibling, or step back across the line and continue denying his true feelings toward the feisty little sex-demon.
He couldn’t help it.
Now that the cat was out of the bag, Blade couldn’t stop smiling at the studly dude with a magic ass and wicked tongue.
That thing Ace had done to his ass, licking and playing with his hole, had his dick tingling and craving more. That had to be the biggest load he had ever shot.
That poor maid this morning.
He’d left them a large tip, knowing the biohazard they were up against. Sweat, drool, cum shots. Every maid should be praised for the bravery with which they approach their jobs every day.
“Shit. Do you think the room smelled like dick this morning?” Blade asked, stopping in his tracks and looking over at Ace, who was walking funny.
“What?” Ace asked, looking confused and a tad bit offended. “I do not smell if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
