Page 21 of Evading Exodus
Ace stood, and they shook hands over my offended shoulder. As Seth walked into the kitchen to say goodnight to the ladies, Ace sat back down. He rested his elbow on the table, put his chin into his hand, and a few fingers covered his lips which were set in a small smile. His eyes danced with merriment.
“What?” I asked, confused by his expression. If anything, I expected him to be mad at me.
“And you said your bedroom Dom didn’t like to come out and play.”
I rolled my eyes, laughing. “What are you talking about?”
He shook his head slightly. “You should have seen his face. He blushed bright red and mouthed, ‘Oh my God!’ His eyebrows were practically at his hairline. When I stood to shake his hand goodnight, I smirked, and he whispered, ‘Lucky.’ And I am. I’m one lucky bastard.”
Now it was my turn to blush, but I wasn’t going to let this opportunity get away. I was more than ready to make his statement come true.
“Then we better say our goodbyes.”
Ace tilted his head in puzzlement.
I grinned, dancing my fingers up my thighs, drawing his attention to my groin. “Well, didn’t you just say something about getting lucky?”
Chapter 12: The Holy Land
We made our rounds, saying goodbye with handshakes and hugs. Poppa Lark tried to apologize again. This time, it was Momma Lark to my rescue, pulling me into her arms and kissing my cheek.
“Have Ronnie bring you around for lunch later this week. Poppa has a tendency to get a little excited for these family traditions.” She braced my jaw between her palms. “I have a good feeling about you. Be good to my boy.”
“Absolutely.” I grinned. I would absolutely be good tomy boy, who appeared like magic beside me. “Ready?”
“Absolutely.”
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In the car, Ace asked if he was dropping me at mine. My place? My rinky-dink apartment with the thin walls? No way. I’d promised him he’d get lucky and wouldn’t stiff him on the verbal contract. There’d be plenty of irrelevant verbiage and lots of highly relevant physicality before the night was through.
“Yours is just fine with me, babe.” I rested my forearm across the center console and dangled my fingers to tickle his thigh. If he asked about my forwardness, I’d blame the wine, but truly, I was drunk on the thought of topping my boyfriend.
The dashboard and the headlights reflecting in the rearview mirror lit a line across Ace’s eyes and face. Admiring his square jaw and cheekbones, the neat cut of his hair around his ears, I counted myself as the lucky one.
He pulled into his driveway and cut the power. The slow tink-tink-tink of the engine ran counterpoint to the rapid beat of my heart.Now or never, Dare.I almost laughed aloud as I dared myself. My hardening cock took advantage of the silence to voice his opinion.Now, now, now.
“Ace?”
He panned to the right to look at me, his hands loosely gripping the wheel at 3-and-9. “Yeah?”
“I want you to head inside, do whatever you need to do, but be naked in your bedroom in ten minutes. Can you do that for me?”
Ace wet his lips, his chest rising and falling quicker. He pressed his palms to the leather of the steering wheel and squirmed in his seat. “I can do that.”
“Good,” I smiled. “Go on then. I’ll lock the car.”
His rush to get out was foiled by the seat belt. Ace cursed under his breath, cast a quick glance at me, unhooked himself and hurried towards the front door, the car door slamming shut in his haste.
I pressed my lips together, stifling my laughter, as he headed inside. He peeked back towards me, and I waved until the overhead light clicked off. When Ace disappeared, I pulled out my phone and set a five-minute timer then twiddled my thumbs as I watched the timer click down to zero. No sooner had the buzzer buzzed then I had the door open, the car locked, and I sprinted into the house.
I threw the deadbolt closed on the front door, doused the lights, and stripped to my briefs. After a fast wash-up in the half-bath, I checked my phone to be sure I’d given him the promised ten. Right on time, I sauntered into his bedroom, and just like the day before, I had to stop and admire the stunning view laid out on white sheets.
Though nine years older than me—and nearing the dreaded forty—Ace was still perfection. Toned physique, muscled biceps, firm thighs currently spread, allowing me a tantalizing glimpse of the holy land. I planned to travel from one end to the other, exploring every nook and cranny, tasting each and every inch of the gorgeous specimen I declaredMine. Then I planned on planting my flag deep inside my territory.
I rubbed my lips to cover the grin born in relation to my wayward musings. Ace’s gaze was on me as I lounged in the doorway. He snagged the base of his cock in the vee of his thumb and first finger, lifting it proudly to wave and catch my attention. There was no need to do so, however, as Ace already had all of my focus.
“Are you ready for me, babe?” Straightening, I shoved my briefs down, my cock bouncing onced freed of its cotton prison.
