CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Harper
As soon as Ace’s story pops up on my feed, I click on it. And holy shit. I’m nearly done with writing up Ace’s family report for Gianna. But after Ace told me about his fight at the auction, I’ve been on edge. I just want to see him, make sure he’s okay.
I clench my thighs when his story loads. Shirtless. The cut in his eyebrow looks cleaner than when he showed it to me earlier. He’s doing push-ups with one hand. Looking so fucking hot, it should be illegal.
And the comments floating up my screen agree with me. Shit. They are coming in thick and fast, about how they wanna ride this cowboy. They’d climb him like a tree. They want to lick his abs. One even leaves her number on a public story. Jealousy coils in my stomach before I can stop it.
He’s my man. Those are my abs.
I watch it again. And again. Leave a heart on it, and then pull up our text chain.
ME: I just watched your push-up story…
He’s already typing.
Acey: Did you lick your screen?
I giggle typing back.
ME: It did things to me, Ace. But next time, the shirt stays on, those abs are mine.
It’s a half-joke. He’s hot. He can share whatever he wants to promote his career. But there’s a little part of me that hates him sharing that kind of content with the world. I know it isn’t him, it’s Jett for the sponsors. But I keep going back and looking at all the comments on his post. They. Are. Wild.
Acey: Whatever you want, pretty girl. I’m all yours.
ME: Do I get my own video now? One just for me…
Acey: Shirt on or off?
My cheeks burn up.
ME: All of it off. Push-ups, but say my name while you’re doing it, please.
There’s a minute of nothing. I’m biting on my nail, staring at a screen.
Acey: Do you have some toys? You might need it for this.
ME: Ohhh. Is it going to make me wet?
My phone pings, and the video comes through. I press play. He’s in his living room, completely naked.
“Harper. Harper. Goldie,” he grunts out between push-ups.
And then he looks at the screen, moving to one hand, then the other, and winks. “Love you.”
I replay it one more time and save it. I’ll be using that.
ME: I want to be the floor.
Acey: Get your pretty ass here then, I’ll pin you down and do my work out on top of you.
I chew on my lip. I just have to finish this document for Gianna, then I’m free. My phone buzzes, and my stomach sinks when I see Hudson’s name flashing on the screen. I’ve ignored his messages. Hoping he’d fuck off.
“Hello?” I answer.
“I’ll be at your parents' house in ten minutes,” he says bluntly.
