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Blade’s breathing hitched as he approached that point of no return.
Knowing he was close, Ace used his other hand to pull Blade’s body firmly up against his and began kissing his neck.
That threw Blade over the edge.
He jerked his body back and let out a monstrous roar that Ace was pretty sure could be heard by their neighbors down the hall.
He spasmed and jerked as he shot his load into the bath.
Ace didn’t let up. He held Blade tight and continued to jerk his cock, until Blade’s body melted into his, and his spasming ceased.
Fuck, the man is so gorgeous when he comes.
“Fuck, that was hot. One day, I want you to breed my hole and make me your own,” Ace whispered into Blade’s ear.
A tired and beaten Blade turned his head toward Ace.
“God, I love you.” With that declaration, he leaned backward and gently captured Ace’s lips in his.
There was so much love and adoration in that simple kiss.
Ace could feel his heart swell. This man. This frustratingly sweet and funny and sexy-as-hell man had stolen his heart. It now belonged to the sexy biker dude resting naked between his legs.
Talk about every gay boy’s fantasy.
31
ACE
Light from the morning sun streamed in through the large glass windows overlooking Vegas’s most famous landmarks. While no one would argue that the daytime view was stunning, Vegas’s true beauty shone bright once the sun had set.
The lights and sounds of Vegas were what gave the city its power over people.
Ace took a sip of his high-end coffee—another perk of staying in one of Vegas’s fancy-ass suites—and let the full-bodied brew roll over his tongue before allowing it to slide gently down his throat. It was the only way to enjoy the full luxury experience.
The beans were fresh from Colombia as advertised on the package, which he had opened only half an hour ago. He could taste the difference between fresh coffee beans from Colombia and that overproduced, manufactured stuff that he was used to slopping each morning at home.
Sitting in the plush, oversized armchair, Ace enjoyed his coffee while basking in the seat of luxury. It was during that solo relaxation that Ace’s mind began to drift back to the summer of his sixteenth year.
“Have you heard this song?” Ace asked his friend Noah, turning up the volume on the stereo he had brought with them down to the lake.
It was sunny and hot, the same as every day out in New Mexico. Ace and his friend Noah had decided to head down to the lake to cool off, like most of the other kids their age did.
“No, who is this?” Noah asked, scrunching up his eyebrows and turning his nose up like he was offended by the music.
“It’s Tina Turner! I came across one of her albums in my parents’ garage the other week and have become fucking obsessed with her music.” Ace turned up the volume again as he jumped up from the sand.
He began dancing to the music, swaying his hips and bopping his head. He had never actually seen one of her music videos, but judging by the picture she had on her album cover, she appeared to be a stunning woman.
“Come on! Get up and dance!” Ace cheered, trying to coax his friend up from the ground.
Noah laughed. “No, I think I’ll sit here and enjoy the rest of my beer.”
Ace had snuck a few beers out of the fridge they kept in the garage, hoping that his big brother Marcus wouldn’t notice. He didn’t need to worry about his parents; they hadn’t been home in the past four or five days. He couldn’t keep track of the days anymore.
“You’re missing out,” Ace tried. “Check this out.” Ace began shimmying his ass like he had seen some of the singers on TV do during late-night television. Guys always seemed to love watching women do it on TV. Perhaps one day he would be able to do it right and land a guy of his own.
A guy of his own. A boyfriend.
