ACE: Las Vegas Bad Boys (22 page)

And once my hands are untied, once my legs are no longer bound, he picks me up and we run.

Out of the building. Out to the street. He puts me in his car and buckles me up. He shuts my door, gets in the other side, and in two seconds flat he’s gotten me away.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask as he flies over the freeway.

“What part?” Ace looks over at me, like he’s saved women in crisis a thousand times. If he has, I don’t care. I’m not jealous. Because those were just practice runs for me.

For us.

“The part where you saved me,” I say, breathless. “The part where you showed up. The part where you didn’t listen to what I told you on the phone.”

“You mean when I used my one call in jail for you to tell me we were through?”

“That one.”

“Was Grotto behind this?” he asks.

“Why? What does he want with me? Janie won’t talk ... I can’t get anywhere with her.”

“Did you know she was an addict?”

“What?” I shake my head, and the adrenaline is still coursing through my veins. Fuck, when did this become my life? First it was casino owners and one night stands, and now it’s true love and kidnappings and betrayal. Everything is spinning out of control.

I grab Ace’s hand; I need him to steady me.

“Pull over somewhere,” I tell him.

“We kind of need to get to the police station and report this, Emmy.”

“That can wait. We’re both safe. I’m safe. You got me. We can stop for a second.”

Ace takes the next exit and pulls off into an empty business park. It’s after eleven at night, and we’re far enough from the strip that everything is dark.

“Baby,” he says as I unbuckle, push his seat back.

I straddle him, pressing my ass against his growing cock, wanting to sit on his rod and feel him in me, wanting him to wrap his arms around me and never let me go.

“Ace,” I say. I press my mouth to his, find his tongue, let ours entwine.

I drink him in—his faith in me, in us. It fills me with warmth as his hands pull my top over my head, then he tugs down the lace of my bra. Filling his mouth with my tits, he sucks on my nipples until my panties drip with excitement.

“Ace,” I say again. “I believe you. That you weren’t there the night of the crash. I believe you. In everything.”

Ace massages my tits with his hands, his cock so nice and stiff under me.

“What changed your mind?” he asks.

Tears fill my eyes, because this is our moment. When clarity and truth are the only words we use.

“Ace, I thought Janie was my family. Worth fighting for. But I was wrong.”

“What’s right?”

“You. You are worth fighting for.”

“You’ll fight for me?” Ace growls in my ear, cupping my face with both his hands.

“I’ll fight so hard,” I say, my whole body promising myself to Ace. Nothing can keep us apart. Not life or death or broken families or broken hearts. Ace is my family. He is my everything. “I’ll fucking fight for you forever,” I tell him, kissing his lips fiercely, sealing myself to him. “I love you, Ace. I love you so hard.”

“I love you, Emmy Rose.”

The windows steam with the heat between us, the heat between my thighs and his cock and our mouth and our words. The heat we share is electrifying. It makes me alive.

Our words set me free.

My pussy begs to be touched and I only want his hands to flick my clit. I only want his fingers to plunge deep inside me. I only want his body to make me come.

I only want Ace.

He unbuckles his pants, and I fall back into the other seat, tugging off my pants, my panties. I unclasp my bra, letting my tits fall out. He’s stripped down to his bare cock, and I want it in my mouth.

He lowers his seat back with the simple touch of a button in this hundred-grand car.

I lean over him, pressing his bulging cock in my mouth. I can’t help it. I just want to be close to him, taste him, be filled with him.

Come from the tip of his hard cock touches my lips and I suck the delicious pre-come off.

I lick the length of him, letting his soft balls fall in my mouth, and I swirl them around, making him moan as I do. His hand grabs my ass I lean over him. He smacks me hard, and I nuzzle his cock deeper in my throat, wanting to gag, because I just want to be consumed with him.

Ace’s cock is so powerful. It makes me drip, and I press one finger into my opening as I continue to bob up and down, sucking him off, his cock throbbing in my mouth.

My fingers press against my clit, and I begin rubbing nice and hard, the pleasure growing as he smacks my ass again.

He pulls me up, onto his lap, I arch my back in pleasure and he sets me atop his thick cock. Oh, my pussy wraps him so nice and tight, and my entire being is filled with Ace.

I want to ride him fast and hard. I want to ride him nice and slow. I just want to ride him forever.

“Baby, you feel so good,” he says, as I move up and down on his rod. I grind on him, and he thrusts his throbbing dick deep in me. It pulses against the walls of my pussy, in an electrifying way, sending shivers across my body.

Ace’s arms wrap around me, strumming across the bare skin of my ass, my back. His touch sends trails of pleasure throughout me. I moan in response to the sensation.

He thrusts harder into me, and I bounce on top of him, my tits held by his powerful hands, my pussy juice soaking the base of his cock as I come, my body spasming as I release. The flood of the orgasm ripples through me, crashing down, and I grab his shoulders, look in his eyes.

The eyes of the man I love. The man who can get me off in a hotel room, or a car, in the hallway or the bedroom. The man who can fuck me in the shower and on the kitchen counter. The man who can read my body like it’s a roadmap to my soul.

This man is mine. And as I fall into his chest, as the orgasm washes over me, I know nothing will change that.

W
hen she gets
on top of me in the parking lot, rides my cock until we come, I know that she was fucking made for me. The first thing Emmy wants to do after fleeing a kidnapping is climb on my rod and fuck until she comes.

This woman is everything.

And on top of that, she confessed her love.

You’d think I’d be stressed out, with Grotto and jail and all that shit—but I’m not. Because I’m holding Emmy in my arms. Holding her so fucking tight. I swear to God I’ll never let her go.

“Baby, that was so good,” I whisper in her ear as she’s pressed tight against my chest.

“It was.” Emmy looks up at me, smiling, so blissed out that it’s as if the last two days never happened. It’s like we are back in my penthouse, eating peanut butter sandwiches. It doesn’t matter where we are—when we’re together it’s like we are home.

I’m becoming a fucking pussy, but I don’t care. Any man would, if they had a woman like Emmy.

“So we should go to the police station now, right?” Emmy says.

“Yeah, this shit is nuts. I mean, Grotto’s willing to risk everything for a fucking piece of property,” I say.

But so was I.

I wanted that building without any purpose, without any reason. Just for the power.

Fuck that shit. I don’t need a fucking building to make me a man.

I need Emmy, and I have her.

“My phone is blowing up,” I say, grabbing it. “Landon probably thinks I died.”

“It’s okay, just call him and tell him we are alive.”

He picks up right away. “Fuck, Ace, where are you?”

“Leaving the property now. Just got Emmy.”

“Oh, shit—good. We’re all freaking out here at Spades. You were supposed to call, asshole.”

“Grotto’s men had taken her, tied her up in the building. We’ve got to get to the police station and let them know.”

“Fuck. Okay, we’ll meet you there.”

I hang up; Emmy is strumming my chest with her hands, still completely undressed, straddling me. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Everything okay,
Boss-man
?” She cocks her head to the side, smiling.

“I don’t know. This is all fucking nuts.”

“What do you think my sister was doing with Grotto?”

“I don’t know, baby,” I tell her. “But we’ll find out.”

“First, can we do it one more time?” she asks. “I’m still so fucking hot for you.”

“Emmy, you literally never have to ask.”

I smack her ass, and she starts rubbing my cock up and down, getting me hard so fast. Her tits are bouncing in my face and I grab them with my hands, massaging her perfect globes, until her nipples are hard and round. She leans over me and I lick her tits as she grinds against me. Her pussy is wet again, so nice and wet that my cock seems to grow each time she swivels her hips.

She arches up, and presses herself over my massive cock.

“You feel so good inside me,” she says, moaning in pleasure. “You’re in so deep, Ace, so deep and good. You fill me up so nice.”

Emmy’s eyes drip with desire, and I press my hand to her opening, wanting to rub at the top of her pussy as she rides me. Her clit grinds against my hand as she fucks me.

She likes my finger there, and my other hand grazes her ass, causing her to moan louder.

“Oh, fuck, Ace, it feels so good,” she moans, her tits in my face, just making my cock go fucking crazy. She swivels faster, and I know she’s near her breaking point, as she pants in ecstasy.

“This is so good.” Emmy slows, and I thrust deep inside her once more as she throws back her head and screams. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES.”

Emmy’s eyes close as the wave of the orgasm spreads through her, and I keep pounding my cock into her pussy as I come, nice and hard.

“Oh, fuck me, Emmy.” I close my eyes too, catching my goddamn breath.

“Always, Ace. Always.”

* * *

I
t’s
after midnight when we pull up at the police station, and Emmy and I are both surprised to see Detective Clark is already here.

He shakes his head after we tell him what’s happened.

“You haven’t heard?” he asks.

“What?” Emmy asks. Our crew is here, too. Claire and Tess; Landon, Jack and McQueen. It’s been a long fucking night and we’re ready for some answers.

“There was a fire. At the property. Whole thing is up in flames.”

Clark points to the television airing the late-night news. They’re showing a fire lighting up the sky.

“Motherfucker,” Jack says, as we watch the news anchor describe the scene.

“A late-night fire has investigators scouring the premises for a lead. The cause of the fire is believed to be arson, though police officers haven’t released a formal statement. This building was a high-profile property for sale in Las Vegas, and high-rise owner Frank Grotto and Las Vegas’s most eligible bachelor, Ace Royalle, owner of Spades Royalle casino, are rumored to be in a dispute over the sale.

“Local footage shows Ace and an unidentified woman fleeing the scene of the crime one hour before the fire started. However, an unmarked van was also seen on sight. Police have found the driver, and we will update with more details as we learn them.”

“Where is he?” I ask, pounding my fist into Clark’s desk. “Where’s the driver, because I’m gonna fucking kill that man.”

“Dude, it’s okay,” McQueen says, trying to calm me down.

“No, it’s not okay,” I yell. “That man kidnapped Emmy, and I want to know why. What was he planning on doing with her?”

“Burn the building, with her in it,” Clark says diplomatically, hands folded. “That’s my guess.”

“But why?” Emmy asks. “What did I do?”

“You’re with me. Easiest way for Grotto to get me to back down is to come after my woman.”

“But why would he want the fingers pointed at himself?” McQueen asks. “Starting this fire puts a target on his back.”

“Maybe he’s trying to cover up something bigger,” Claire says, and I think to myself that Emmy’s got smart friends. “Something worse, and this fire would take the heat off that.”

“Shit,” Jack says. “Any idea what Grotto might be doing that’s worse than arson?”

Remembering Janie’s heroin kit hidden in her bedroom, the fact that she is working with Grotto to frame me, I have a fucking clue.

“You said the Police Department has been trying to get Grotto behind bars for years, right?” I ask Clark.

“Sure have. But man, that man is clean as a whistle until now ... and he still isn’t liable for this. We have no proof he had anything to do with this fire, boys. If we did, it would be nice and easy. But nothing is that easy when it comes to criminals.”

Fuck me, don’t I know it. My whole childhood was spent with criminals. I grew up with dirty hands, dirty money. I know how twisted people can become when they are living in a goddamned cycle of greed. Grotto is trying to cover up something bigger. Set me up, then set the fire.

But I’m not the one going up in motherfucking flames.

* * *

W
hen Ace takes my hand and leads me out of Clark’s office, for a moment I think he wants to take me in the bathroom and fuck me again. But then I see the terror in his face, the anger in his eyes.

“We need to talk to your sister. We need to get her to confess to her part in this,” he says.

“Shouldn’t that be Clark and his men? Ace, I’ve tried with her. It’s a brick wall. She and I are through.”

“Fuck that, Emmy; you can’t quit now. Do you understand what Grotto is trying to do to me?”

“I get it. I just don’t know what I can do.” I toss my head back, rub my temples. I am beyond exhausted. “I need to sleep, Ace. I’m so tired ... so done with today.”

“We should all rest,” Ace says, cupping my cheek in his hand. “It’s late, you need your beauty sleep.”

I swat his hand away, a small smile on my tired face. “You saying I need sleep to be beautiful?”

“You know me, baby.”

“I do, Ace. I do.” And I press my mouth on his lips, holding his strong, stubbled jaw in my hand. Kiss him tight. “I’m bringing my girls home with me so I won’t be alone, but I need to sleep in my own bed tonight, get my own clothes tomorrow. Regroup.”

“Your clothes are still packed in suitcases,” Ace says. “I was at your apartment looking for you ... before I found you tied up. Emmy, you can’t keep living out of bags.”

“And where should I live, Ace?” I shake my head, not ready to think about Janie leaving the hospital and me needing to make choices about my next steps. Do I reapply for graduate school, move back to Washington? I can’t imagine leaving Ace, but ... he and I have made no promises.

“Live with me,” Ace says simply, taking my hands in his. “Move into my penthouse.”

“You can count the number of days we’ve known one another on two hands.”

“So? Two hands are good,” Ace says, shrugging. “They’re what I’m using to hold you right now.”

“Where the hell did you come from, Ace?” I ask, blown away by this man. His words, his commitment, to me.

“I came from a no-good place. But look where I’ve ended up.”

“Where?” I ask, looking around the dingy police station, all bad lighting and laminate floor. “Where have you ended up?”

“With you. I’ve ended up with you.”

My breath catches on our intimate voices, the way his thumb circles my palm. The way his love has wrapped around my heart. “I’m a person, not a place, Ace,” I tell him.

“Oh, baby, you’re wrong. You are home.”

* * *

A
ce doesn’t want
me to leave his side, but I need to go back to Janie’s apartment. I need to sleep in her bed, say good-bye to a story that is no longer mine to write. Her life and my life are no longer entwined. She told me to go, and so I will.

Still, he sends a security detail to scout out the place all night and, while his safety measures seem indulgent, he reminds me I was kidnapped tonight. So I stop fussing and thank him.

Claire and Tess come with me, and when I flip on the lights in the apartment I can’t help but admit that this place is kind of crappy compared to Ace’s place.

“So he really asked you to move in with him?” Tess asks, as she slips off her shoes and throws her purse on the floor.

“Yeah ... and I’m going to. I mean, I told him I love him.”

“Fuck, you guys got real, real fast,” Claire says, grabbing a blanket from the couch, wrapping it around her as she tries to suppress a yawn. “I’m so tired.”

“Thanks for staying with me tonight,” I tell them as we walk to Janie’s bedroom and I flip on the lights. We’re going to spoon the shit out of one another in her queen-sized bed, but I need that from my girls right now.

“Fuck, what is that?” Claire asks, pointing to a pile of crap on the bed.

“That’s heroin,” Tess says, looking at me nervously. “Emmy?”

“That’s not my stuff,” I say, looking at Janie’s stash. “Ace was here before ... looking for clues about Janie. I saw that pipe in her underwear drawer, but people use pipes for pot, right? I don’t know, I just assumed it wasn’t serious.”

“Well, no doubt, your sister was using,” Tess says, picking up the balloon and untying it with her fingers, then using her mouth to loosen it more. Looking inside, she says, “You never wondered what was in this balloon?”