Extreme Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 7) (12 page)

Right away, Liam felt a surge of energy, and he perked up. "Bed?"

"Mmmmm-hmmm." Ace was drying off his own body, and Liam's eyes hungrily drank in the muscles, the stubble on his cheeks, the black eyes already hazy with want for him again. "
My
bed. Let's go."

Liam didn't even make the token protest of saying that they should go to
his
bed. He just went to Ace's room, and he climbed right in.

**

Donwstairs, Tex, Jack, and Honey followed the path of the footsteps above their heads. When two pairs of feet walked into the bedroom at the back – Ace's room – and the door shut, they all grinned at each other.

"Well," Tex drawled. "I'd say that that's
that
."

"Indeed." Jack looked at his watch, then headed for the front door to take watch. "Took 'em look enough, huh?"

"So!" Tex said brightly. "Honey? You want to go upstairs and check on things?"

Bedsprings creaking above them caught their attention, and they all looked astonished.

"
Already
?" Jack said. "
Seriously
?"

"You boys could clearly take a lesson from these two," Honey teased them. "I for one am
very
impressed with our guests."

"Bah." Tex waved his hand. "All's you gotta do is take up with someone after seven years of missing them and longing for them. I'll bet
any
man's recovery time would be world-record-setting."

"Maybe," Jack said, mightily amused. "So are
you
going up there, Tex?"

"Yeah. No," Tex said. "
No way
I'm goin' up there, son. Put me back in the jungles of Columbia, I swear to Christ, because I am
not
interrupting those two. They got some serious time to make up for – and I say as long as we can hear bedsprings and voices, we just assume they're good."

"That?" Honey said. "Is a plan that I can
totally
get behind, cowboy."

Chapter Ten

"So." Liam poured some water and handed Ace a glass. "You haven't lost any of your stamina, I see." He drank thirstily, feeling like he was
definitely
going to need to replenish some electroylytes after that fourth round, and was going to need an energy drink soon. "Even if you
are
well past forty."

"I ain't
well past
forty," Ace growled. "I'm
barely past
forty."

"My mistake, handsome."

"Don't make me punish you for your smart mouth."

"Oh, yeah," Liam said softly. "Because you know I'd
hate
that."

Their eyes met, and Ace smiled his wolf smile. The one that promised that Liam was going to get what was coming to him – and he'd get it over and over agan, until he begged for release.

"C'mere," Ace commanded. "
Now
."

Without hesitation, Liam rolled over into those arms that he loved. Ace's kiss was its usual miracle of raw power and sweetness, and as always, Liam melted like ice cream in the sun. Yeah, he had it bad for this bad boy.

"So." Ace loosened his grip slightly. "How's your Mom and Dad?"

"Good," Liam said, surprised. "Both still over in Italy, loving the sun."

"And the restaurant?"

"They're still raking in the euros," Liam said. "Seems that Spanish food is hugely popular in Italy. Who knew?"

"And did your Dad pick up the language at all? Last I heard, he was depending on your Mom to do all the talking."

"Well, kind of." Liam grinned, remembering how when he was a kid, he and his Mom had spoken in Spanish and driven his father
crazy
wanting to know what they were saying. "He knows basically food vocab, but seeing as the man runs a restaurant, that's good enough most of the time."

"You ever go and see them?"

"Once a year or so. It's hard with running my own business, but Mirrie is amazing."

"Mirrie Kane, right?"

"Yes." Liam tensed. "Will she and Mac be OK in all of this?"

"Honestly, sweetheart?" Ace sighed. "Those boys are so focused at getting my head on a stake, I don't think anyone else on the planet even
exists
for them. I swear, Mirrie could wander on into Skulls at this point and ask for a drink, and she'd barely get a glance."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Liam fidgeted a bit. "Can I – can I ask again about the pictures? Without shouting about them, I mean?"

"Of course." Ace adjusted the pillow beneath his head. "Ask me whatever the hell you want, baby. No more secrets between us."

"OK." Liam bit his lip. "You – you said that you needed to – to
see
me. That your life was bad, and I was the only good thing." Liam paused. "Was that – true?"

"Yeah."

"Did it – did I help?"

"My God, Liam." Ace's voice was husky with emotion. "You have no idea.
None
."

"Really?"

"Really. After every single fucked up thing that happened, after every shoot-out where people died, or every time I had to bring women to Jensen to be hookers for him, or every drug run that went wrong, I'd lock myself into the bathroom with my laptop and that pen drive, and I'd look at you. I'd just sit there on the floor, my back up against the door, and
stare
at pictures you. I don't even mean the ones where we were doing anything, or you were naked. I mean... I mean the ones of you just smiling at me." He stopped, and Liam knew that Ace was about to say something that really meant
something
. "You remember – you remember that winter weekend we went up to the mountains? Rented that cabin and lit a fire and just stayed inside for three days?"

Liam nodded, his throat tight. Yeah, he remembered that weekend. It was that weekend that he'd thought about the most over the past seven years; it was that weekend which was his favorite, most painful memory of Ace.

"I never told you," Ace said quietly. "But I took a picture of you sleeping that weekend."

Liam stared at him. "You – you did?"

"I did. And that's the picture of you that I looked at the most. That's the one that I looked at when things were shit, and I saw no way to carry on. That's the one... that one saved my life. It convinced me to hang on just a bit longer, because if I did, then maybe, just
maybe
, I'd get another chance with you. And if I did, and if I made it to another sunrise, then that meant that I was one day closer to that second chance. I figured that was worth hanging on for, even if nothing else was."

"Ace," Liam said shakily. "I don't... I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Ace said immediately. "Don't you ever,
ever
be sorry, or say that you're sorry to me, ever again. You asked me to leave with you all those years ago, and I was the one who was too fucking scared to say yes, and so I lost you. I ruined us, I messed us all up. I wasted time, and cost us years of memories. This is
my
fault, all of it, and even though I deserved the pain and the hurt,
you
sure as hell didn't, baby. I did that to you, because I was weak and stupid." He took a deep breath. "So,
I'm
sorry, Liam. I'm sorry that I walked away from you, and I'm sorry that I caused you all that hurt. I'm sorry that I made you feel not good enough, or second-rate, or second-choice, because you
weren't
. You never were. You were all I ever wanted, and all I ever missed in the whole of my life. I'm – God. I'm sorry."

"I know," Liam whispered. "I knew you were sorry the second that hotel room door shut behind you."

"I was."

Liam reached for Ace then, needing to feel him against his lips and body. Even though they'd been wrapped around each other for hours now, a small part of Liam
still
couldn't quite believe that this was happening between them. It was like a dream that he'd had for so long, and now he was afraid of waking up.

"Baby?" Ace said. "I want – can I ask you for something?"

"Anything."

"OK." Ace sucked in a deep breath. "I want – I want to try something different."

"Alright. What is it?" Liam grinned. "Wanna swing from the light?"

"I want to bottom."

"You –
what
?" Liam was genuinely shocked; if Ace had asked him to fuck him while wearing a Miss Piggy mask, Liam couldn't have been
more
shocked. "But you... you always refused."

"I know." Ace looked sheepish. "I wanted to, though. I mean, I was curious."

"So why didn't you let me inside you?"

"Honestly? Because I didn't like the thought of being... helpless. Pinned under. Being the one being... violated. It felt – I don't know. Felt like it'd be too much for me. Like it'd take too much fucking trust, and I wasn't good at trusting back then."

"So why are you asking me now?" Liam asked. "What's changed?"

"I trust you," Ace said. "I trust you completely, and I want to try."

"You sure?" Liam said. "Totally sure?"

"Yeah."

"We'll go slow, babe," Liam said. "And if you don't like it, we stop. OK?"

"OK."

Liam reached for the condom and the lube, watching Ace's eyes the whole time.
God
, how he'd wanted to do this forever, but Ace had resisted so much, that Liam had dropped it. He liked to bottom of course, he actually
loved
it, but he was a switch. He might have preferred bottoming, but he ached to top sometimes, too. If Ace was open to this, then it was going to introduce a whole new dynamic and vibe into things... and Liam was breathless with excitement at that thought. Even if Ace topped ninety percent of the time, Liam was thrilled to get that ten percent.

He rolled the condom on, then rubbed on copious amounts of lubricant. Then slowly, he turned Ace over on his stomach, and covered that large, strong body with his slimmer one.
God
, to be the one on top at last, to be the one in total control... what a difference it made. Liam was hard and ready – but this wasn't about him.

Ace shut his eyes, tried to keep breathing. This was going to hurt, and he knew it, but he still wanted to try. He knew that Liam had wanted this, and Ace was
done
with denying Liam things that would make him happy. For Liam, Ace was ready to pull the stars out of the night sky if he asked, so he could sure as hell take his cock.

Liam's slippery finger was working Ace's ass now, and he tensed. Right away, the fingers stilled.

"Relax," Liam murmured. "Unclench, babe."

"Easier said than done," Ace said, aiming for humor. "How?"

"Breathe." Liam's finger slid between Ace's cheeks. "Just breathe and let me in."

Ace breathed, sucked in more air, breathed again. And the third time that he exhaled, Liam slipped the tip of his finger inside Ace's ass, just slipped it on in as easy as you please. Ace tensed again, and all that did was trap Liam's finger in place.

"Oh,
Christ
," Ace mumbled into the pillow that he was clutching like a life preserver. "
Ahhhhh
."

"Breathe," Liam reminded him, kissing his back. "Open up."

Slowly, over ten painstaking minutes, Ace got the hang of it. He kept breathing, and every time he exhaled, Liam slid in just a bit more. Then he added a second finger. Then he started to move in and out, side to side, and
that
was when Ace's breathing changed completely. Got faster and more shallow, and he started to lift his hips off the bed to give some relief to his aching cock.

"Sweetheart," Ace rasped. "I – I want you. All of you. Now."

"Topping from the bottom," Liam said. "Lucky for you, I find it hot."

"Oh," Ace gasped as Liam gave him one last, hard deep thrust with his thumb. "Oh, fuck..."

"Ready?"

Ace nodded, then gasped as Liam slid inside his ass. He stopped, letting Ace get used to the sensation, kissed Ace's neck and shoulders until he was limp under Liam.

"Move, baby," Ace grunted. "Please."

"With pleasure."

Liam's hips moved in small, deep circles, grinding Ace's cock into the bed with every stroke. Ace groaned, his ass burning and painful, but the pressure on his front too delicious to want to have end. It was the rarest combination of pleasure and pain that he'd ever known, and even as Liam sped up, stetching him wider than he ever thought possible, Ace begged for more.
Needed
more.

Liam lowered his lips to Ace's ear. "Jerk yourself off, babe. Cum with me."

Without even a single thought of protest, Ace managed to somehow get his hand between his body and the bed. It was a tight fit, but he did it because if he didn't, he'd die on the spot. His cock was screaming to be touched, and touched roughly, so Ace gave it what it wanted.

He lifted his hips just enough to make room for his hand, and he started to jerk off, just as Liam had told him to do. Every push of Liam's hips pushed his cock deeper into his hand, deeper into the soft mattress, and soon, Ace knew it was all going to be too much. He started to move under Liam, to move in time with the thrusts, to move with the rhythm of Liam's harsh grunts... and then Ace came. He threw his head back, arched his back, and came into his hand, came longer than he'd ever cum before. Totally spent, he dropped his head to the bed, barely feeling Liam still hot and hard inside him.

"Now me," Liam muttered in his ear. "Fuck, Ace... you feel amazing. I've wanted to have you like this for so long – and it was worth waiting for. I want you to feel me cum in your ass, babe. Feel all of me."

"Yes," Ace mumbled. "
Yes
. I trust you, Liam. I fucking
trust
you. Cum inside me."

With a cry, Liam stiffened above him, his hips held in place, his arms shaking. Ace felt his cock throbbing deep and long, pushing up against something that sent bolts of pleasure through him again. He winced at that, the pleasure almost too intense, and then Liam pulled out carefully, taking his time, dropping tiny kisses on Ace's shoulders as he did.

"Ace?" Liam rolled off the condom, tossed it in the trash. "How are you feeling?"

"Ummmm." Ace managed to lift his head from the mangled pillow. "Good. Great, actually."

"It hurt?"

"Yeah, but... it wasn't a bad hurt."

"I know what you mean," Liam said. "It's not like anything else, is it?"

"No." Ace turned over, saw the massive stain on the mattress below him. "Man. You want to be the one to ask the mahem squad downstairs for some clean sheets?"

"Nope." Liam stretched out beside Ace. "You made the mess, so you can do it."

"They like you better."

"True."

"Actually, though." Ace thought about just how much noise they'd been making for the whole of that day, thought about the military training that demanded discipline and organization and cleanliness of King's Crew. "I'll bet you
anything
that there are clean sheets already sitting outside in the hallway."

Liam struggled to a sitting position. "Shut the front door."

"Nope." Ace grinned. "Wanna bet?"

"Bet what?"

"Bet another round with me on top that they already brought us new sheets."

"So, if I win, I get to top again?"

"Yep."

"You're on, sexy." Liam nodded at the door. "Go see."

Ace clambered out of bed, and Liam watched in total appreciation as that amazing man went over to the door, opened it, stood there for a second. He bent, stood, turned.

In his hand was a stack of clean, crisp white sheets. On his face was a massive smirk.

Liam laughed aloud. "
Really
?"

"Really." Ace shut the door, returned to the bed, his cock already lengthening. "Your ass is mine, baby. Turn over.

And – without
too
much regret – Liam did.