“A spider!” he yells. “It went in my clothes. A spider is in here somewhere!”
“I thought you liked animals,” I say, amused, though I’m still slightly alarmed. “Calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Not spiders!” His hand goes to his belt buckle as he starts to undo his jeans. “Fucking spiders are the scourge of this Earth. We may need to burn the whole barn down.”
I laugh. “I think you’re being a little bit dramatic.”
“No, no, it’s on me. I can feel it. Its horrible legs tickling my skin. Oh, fuck.”
He visibly shudders and then kicks off his boots. His hands go back to his jeans, and I suddenly realize he’s planning on removing those, too. I stare, mouth agape, as he shucks the jeans from his hips, his back to me, and Irealize he’s not wearing any underwear as I face his perfect ass. Of course, Ace goes commando.
He kicks the jeans away, still flapping and dancing around. He’s completely naked now, except for a pair of socks, and as he turns to me again, my gaze lands straight on one thing. His rather large member, which is swaying between his thighs. Christ, he’s hung like a horse. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I slam my eyes closed.
“Ace!” I cry in alarm. “Your dick!”
“What?” he says, his eyes widening in horror. “It’s on my cock. Oh, my God, oh, my God.”
My eyes snap back open again, staring in disbelief. His hands go to that area, fluttering around as if he thinks he’s going to dislodge this imaginary spider from his penis. Laughter bubbles up inside me, and it feels so remote and strange as it pours out of my mouth.
“No!” I snort laughter. “I can see your dick, that’s all. There’s no spider.”
That gets through to him. Ace stops leaping around and stares down at the result that the action of his hands have had on his dick. All that manhandling has clearly made his cock think it’s getting some action—even if it had been for the wrong reason—and now it’s standing half-erect, thick and heavy, between his thighs.
He stares down at himself, as though wondering where it came from.
“Oh, shit,” he says. “Sorry. But my erection is not because of you.” He gestures to his cock, which is growing longer and thicker by the second. “I mean, obviously I’d happily get an erection because of you, if you wanted me to. My cock definitely likes you. I just meant that the reason for this particular erection isn’t because of you.”
“Oh, my God, Ace. Stop saying erection and turn around.”
He turns around.
And now my eyes are glued to his pert, peach-like ass. My mouth waters, and I genuinely have to hold myself back from crawling up to him and biting it. Right at the top of his ass is a tattoo of the ace of spades. Is that because of his name, I wonder? Or did the tattoo come first? I take in the toned muscles of his back and clench my thighs as my pussy pulses.
It’s dangerous to do anything about this feeling, but my life is already on fire. I wanted a date, and Ledger turned out to be an attempted murderer and possible rapist. Way to go, me. So I never got that bit of adventure I’d been craving, and now everything has fallen apart. It hurts. It just hurts too fucking much, and I want it to stop. Just for a minute. The feelings that have been building inside me are too big, too scary, and if I don’t find an outlet, I’m scared I’ll blow and completely crack up.
Ace could be my outlet.
He could be what I need.
A beautiful, unhinged distraction. That’s exactly what I need right now. Something to take my mind off my fears for my family and future, and my complicated grief over my father.
No, I think,I can’t.
Why not?says the devil on my shoulder. After all, I no longer need to keep myself a sweet little virgin for my father to marry off, because my father is dead. Our family has lost the power it once had, and no important mafia family will want to take me as a way of securing their own alliances now. Even if my brother manages to pullthings around, people will know we’ve been hit badly, and no one wants to be associated with damaged goods.
Free. The word whispers through my mind. It’s scary, but it’s also strangely exciting. The future that held me in its icy grasp is gone.Poof. There is no road map now, and no reason I can’t do something for myself for once in my life.
I push myself onto my hands and knees. “Ace?”
My voice is a breathy whisper, and he half-turns at the sound of it. His gorgeous green eyes widen at the sight of me on my hands and knees. “What are you doing?”
“You can turn back around now.”
“Camile, I don’t think Jack?—”
“Fuck Jack.”
A smile quirks the corner of his lips. “Well, if you say so.”
