Chapter 11

  The luxury hotel off Collins Avenue in South Beach was stunning, and the view of the ocean from Colton’s penthouse suite breathtaking. It was hardly Ace’s first time surrounded by such luxury. He dealt with high-profile executives, A-list celebrities, award-winning musicians, and CEOs from multibillion-dollar companies all the time, but the amount of wealth never phased him. He’d once had an actress ask him if he ever envied his clients, and he’d answered honestly. In his line of work, he’d learned that having the amount of wealth most of his clients had meant living with a target painted on your back. For all the freedom wealth afforded, it also made them prisoners. Ace couldn’t imagine having to live his life constantly escorted by armed security, having to look over his shoulder wherever he went, fearing for his safety or that of his family. No, he didn’t envy them. He had a family who loved him, a successful company he’d helped build, and a career he was proud of. What else could he need?

  “Over there, please.”

  Ace smiled at the sound of Colton’s voice. Okay, maybe he needed one other thing. The irony was not lost on him. Colton might not be as high profile as some of his previous clients, but he’d come to mean a great deal to Ace, which meant his safety would always be at the forefront of Ace’s thoughts. The bellman thanked Colton, and soon it was just them.

  The suite slept four, but Colton was a private person. He didn’t share his room with anyone, not friends or family. He’d insisted on sharing with Ace. None of the Kings questioned it as it wouldn’t be the first time one of them stayed with a client in a penthouse. Otherwise they’d have to be on a different floor, since some penthouse suites took up an entire floor of a hotel, or they’d be too far for their liking. This room had a pullout queen bed, which he’d assumed he’d be sleeping on had Colton not had the bellman leave all the bags in the bedroom, claiming he’d sort it out later.

  Everything was planned for tomorrow’s party. Dinner would be in the great room, followed by cocktails out by the cabanas, and a night of entertainment around the pool, the center of which housed a colorfully lit stage where a classy cabaret group was booked to perform for the many guests. His priority wasn’t the party. It was Colton. Strong arms wrapped around him from behind, and Ace smiled, placing his hand over Colton’s.

  “Beautiful,” Colton said, and Ace nodded.

  “Yeah, it’s something else.”

  “I meant you.”

  Ace turned in his arms and arched an eyebrow at him. “That so, huh? You trying to seduce me, Mr. Connolly?”

  “Maybe.” Colton slid his hands down Ace’s chest, then to his sides, and his fingers gripped Ace tight. “I hear these walls are pretty thick.”

  “That’s not the only thing that’s thick around here,” Ace growled, punching his hips forward.

  Colton laughed, his beautiful blue-gray eyes alight with amusement. “Oh my God. You did not just say that.”

  “What? It’s true.” Ace led Colton’s hand to his groin and the hard erection straining against his pants. The man hadn’t even done anything, and Ace was already aching for him.

  Colton groaned and massaged Ace through his pants. “Mm, what will it take to feel this monster cock inside my tight hole?”

  “Are you kidding? I’m seriously considering investing in some tearaway clothes. That way I can just Magic Mike out of my pants.” How he loved the sound of Colton’s laugh. When he laughed, his face lit up with pure joy. He was breathtaking.

  “In the meantime,” Colton said, his voice low and sultry as he reached for Ace’s belt. “Why don’t I help you out of these?”

  Ace drew him close and nibbled at his smooth jawline while Colton unbuckled his belt. “I like that plan. Then how about you ride me until we’re both sticky, out of breath, and aching oh so good.”

  “By the way….” Colton pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapped away at the screen, and scrolled through something before handing it to Ace.

  “What’s this?” It looked like some kind of test result, and—oh. Ace’s head shot up, his smile splitting his face. “Yeah?”

  Colton nodded, and Ace pulled out his phone. It was company policy to get tested every four months. He showed Colton, who glanced at it, grabbed the phone from his hand, and tossed it onto the armchair by the window before pressing his fingers to Ace’s chest and pushing. He was being instructed, and Ace trembled with the idea of Colton being in charge. Trusting Colton, he took a step back, then another until his legs hit the love seat. He dropped down onto the cushions, his hands to his sides as he sat motionless. Steadying his breathing, his pulse slowed, his heart rate dropping as he forced himself to calm. If he didn’t, this would be over way too soon, and he couldn’t have that.

  Ace sat mesmerized as Colton strolled over to the nightstand. He fiddled with something, and the sensual beat of "Black Velvet" by Alannah Myles floated through the room. Ace shifted in his seat, adjusting himself. Fuck, Colton was amazing. After returning with the bottle of lube, he tossed it on the love seat beside Ace, then leisurely unbuttoned his shirt, his intense gaze locked on Ace’s as he tortured Ace by exposing a little more skin with every button. When his shirt fell open, Ace groaned and pressed down on his aching cock.

  Colton tsked. “Hands on the couch, hotshot.”

  Ace did as he was told, his hands balled into fists on the couch to his sides. He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he remained silent, his eyes never leaving Colton. His body ached to touch, his cock pushing against the constraint of his pants. Colton slipped out of his shirt and dropped it onto the armchair before toeing off his shoes. He pulled off his socks and flung them onto the chair, then unbuckled his belt, and Ace’s breath hitched. Colton let his dress slacks drop to the carpet. He stepped out of them, those snug designer boxer-briefs doing nothing to hide the very stiff cock leaking precome.

  Colton approached, and Ace spread his knees, stifling a groan when Colton lowered himself onto the floor between his open legs. He lost himself in Colton’s smoky gaze as Colton undid the laces of Ace’s boots. He pulled one off, then the other, followed by his socks, his eyes never leaving Ace’s. It was taking everything Ace had not to give in, grab Colton, throw him onto the couch, and pound his ass. Patience.

  “Take off your shirt,” Colton commanded.

  Ace leaned forward, reached up and behind him, then pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor.

  Colton moaned, his hand disappearing down in front of him as he stroked himself. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”

  Ace shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. He had his family’s genetics to thank for his looks. He had his father’s green eyes, square jaw, and height, but his mother’s golden skin tone and thick, dark hair. His body was a result of years of military physical training, of being pushed beyond his limits. He worked hard to keep himself in shape, but he did it because he needed to be at his best to do what he did. The fact Colton couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Ace did silly things to his ego and his heart.

  Colton ran his hands up the inside of Ace’s thighs, and Ace widened his stance, his breath hitching when Colton’s fingers reached his skin. He traced the muscles on Ace’s abdomen, his eyes dark with lust.

  “Don’t move.”

  Ace nodded, his entire body humming with anticipation. One thing he’d learned about Colton was that he possessed a flirty, unpredictable naughty side to him. Ace loved it. He loved that Colton kept him on his toes, made him laugh, didn’t put up with any bullshit. Ace sat perfectly still, his breathing controlled until Colton pushed himself up and placed a searing kiss to Ace’s abdomen. Ace jerked, closing his eyes and flexing his fingers, his cock painfully hard, and his skin feeling as if he were baking out in the Florida noon sun. Colton alternated between trailing kisses up his torso, and using his tongue.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Swallowing hard, Ace did, sucking in a breath when Colton flicked his tongue over Ace’s nipple.

  “Fuck,” Ace breathed, his body trembling.

  “You’re shaking.” Colton sucked on the pebbled nub, then nipped at his skin before using the tip of his tongue to reduce Ace into a writhing, needy mess.

  “You do that to me,” Ace said, his voice husky. “Colton, please.”

  “Not yet.” Colton moved to lavish attention on his other nipple, and Ace thrust his hips up, his nails clawing into the couch cushions. If he didn’t get to touch Colton soon, he’d lose it. Self-control and patience were ingrained in him, skills he’d mastered years ago, and yet sweat formed on his brow, his muscles tensed, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to do as Colton asked. He’d been taking orders most of his adult life, and although he loved the idea of submitting to Colton, his body was fighting him every step of the way. He wanted Colton in every way, wanted to bury himself deep inside him, claim him, leave his mark. He’d never experienced this before. Never felt the feral desire clawing at his insides.

  Colton nibbled at his jaw, and Ace growled, making Colton chuckle. It was low and throaty.

  “I love that I’ve reduced you to nothing but grunts and groans.”

  Ace grumbled, making Colton laugh. He pulled away, but not before brushing his lips over Ace’s, his tongue darting out to tease him. With a soft sigh, Colton pulled away. He stepped back and turned, then bent at the waist to push his underwear down, revealing his delectable ass. All Ace had to do was lean forward and he could squeeze those perfectly round globes. With a smoldering look over his shoulder, Colton pushed his underwear to his ankles. He straightened, stepped out of them, then turned, his long cock bobbing up against his stomach.

  “Colt,” Ace ground out through his teeth.

  “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it all better?” Colton dropped down onto the floor between Ace’s knees and reached for his belt, his lust-filled eyes on Ace’s as he undid the buckle, and slowly lowered the zipper. “Lift.”

  Ace lifted his hips, and Colton dragged his pants and underwear down, his rock-hard cock dribbling precome on his stomach. Once his pants were removed and he was completely naked, Colton tortured him some more by kissing up the inside of Ace’s leg, nipping at the skin of Ace’s inner thigh and making him suck in a sharp breath. Fuck this.

  Ace grabbed Colton, and dragged him up, bringing Colton onto his lap. Colton straddled him, his arms wrapping around Ace’s neck.

  “So impatient,” Colton teased.

  “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” Ace gripped Colton’s asscheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh as Ace thrust his hips up, the friction of their cocks rubbing together sending the most delicious shiver through him. Their eyes met, and they came together in a ravishing frenzy of lips, tongues, and teeth. “I need to be inside you.”

  Colton nodded, pulling away long enough to grab the lube and shove it at Ace before his lips were back on Ace’s, sucking, licking, tongue exploring every crevice of Ace’s mouth. Ace flipped open the cap and poured some on his fingers. He pressed one finger to Colton’s hole, gently pushing in and loving the deep, sinful moan Colton released. Ace worked Colton’s entrance, soon adding a second finger, scissoring him, pushing in deep, fucking Colton with his fingers, loving the way Colton writhed on top of him.

  “Yes, oh God, Ace. Please.”

  “Oh, now you want to hurry?” Ace teased. He handed Colton the bottle of lube. “Get my cock ready for that greedy hole.”

  Colton whimpered, snatched the bottle from him, and poured a generous amount on his hand before palming Ace’s erection, making Ace hiss. Colton twisted his hand, sliding it up and down the length of his cock.

  “Put my cock inside you,” Ace’s voice was hoarse. He needed to feel Colton’s tight heat around him like he needed air in his lungs. Thankfully, Colton didn’t waste any time. He was beyond teasing. Colton lifted up and lined Ace up with his hole, and Ace shut his eyes tight as the head of his cock slowly breached Colton’s entrance. “Oh fuck, yeah, Colton. That’s it, baby. Fuck. You’re so damn beautiful. I wish I could see how your ass swallows up my dick.”

  The noises Colton made were decadent, and as soon as Colton was seated against him, Ace grabbed hold of his hips.

  “Baby, I’m going to need you to set the pace here because otherwise I’m going to town on your ass.”

  Colton tweaked his nipples, hard. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to follow through on.” He pulled himself up, then impaled himself on Ace’s cock, making them both cry out. Sweat beaded Ace’s brow, and he dug his fingers into Colton’s flushed skin. He grinned wickedly.

  “Challenge accepted.” Ace brought their lips together in a scorching kiss as he plunged into Colton over and over, forcing his cock up into Colton as deep as he could, loving the sound of Colton screaming out his name. The more Colton fell apart in his arms, the faster and harder Ace pounded his ass. He parted Colton’s cheeks so he could piston up inside that tight hole, the sound of skin slapping skin joining the music filling the room.

  “Tell me we can make this work,” Colton breathed. “Please, when this is over, tell me you’ll come back to me.”

  “I will. I promise, Colt. I need you. I need you more than you know.” The thunderstorm of want and need that rolled through him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Ace had spent so long avoiding relationships, afraid of being hurt again, afraid of losing someone who meant something to him, that he’d forgotten how good it could be. When he became involved with Mason, he’d been hopeful, but when he failed to get through Mason’s walls time and time again, Ace began to hold parts of himself back. Falling in love with Mason would have been easy, but they’d been on the path to heartache from the beginning, so Ace left. Colton was different. Yes, risks were involved, but his entire life had been filled with risks. Unlike Mason, Colton trusted Ace with his life, and his heart.

  “Don’t do this with anyone else,” Colton growled, and Ace couldn’t help his huge smile. Colton wanted him, all of him, just the way he was. It was in his eyes, in his furrowed brow, the worry lines on his beautiful face, and the way he clutched to Ace as if he never wanted to let go.

  Ace kissed Colton. “Only you.”

  “Oh God, yes. Fuck me. Ace, I can’t…. I’m gonna come.”

  “Yes, come for me, sweetheart. I want you to come all over me.”

  Colton’s hand moved frantically, matching Ace’s rhythm as he repeatedly drove himself into Colton, bringing him down against him hard as he pounded Colton’s ass. Thank fuck for thick walls, because it became his mission to make Colton scream, and man, did he scream when his orgasm exploded out of him, come shooting onto Ace’s stomach and reaching his chin. Colton trembled, but he leaned forward to run his fingers through the sticky ribbons on his chest and put them to Ace’s lips. Ace sucked his fingers clean, and when Colton ran another finger down Ace’s chest and then put the sticky digit in his mouth, Ace’s orgasm barreled through him and he came with a roar, his hips losing control as he chased his release until he was shaking.

  Ace let his head fall forward against Colton’s chest, and he smiled softly when Colton wrapped his arms protectively around his head, his fingers slipping into Ace’s hair as he stroked him ever so tenderly. Ace slipped out of him and enfolded Colton’s quivering body in his embrace, wondering when it had happened. When had he exposed his heart and allowed Colton in? What was it about Colton that made him feel everything? They hadn’t known each other long, but it felt as if they had. Ace had spent every day and night around him, saw him at his best and at his most frustrating. In that time, Colton had become so much more than a client. Ace was aware of every detail. Of the way his hair often fell over his brow, how Colton always looked put-together whether he was in pajamas or a designer suit. How he had more shoes than any one man needed. How he preferred vodka to whiskey, sweet tea with lemon, and had a weakness for freshly baked bread.

  “I can’t feel my legs,” Colton murmured.

  Ace laughed and ran a soothing hand down Colton’s back to his crease. He leaned away enough to meet Colton’s gaze. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Nothing I couldn’t handle. It’s like you were made for me.”

  Damn, but he hoped so. “I think you’re going to have some bruises.” Ace brushed his fingers up Colton’s sides, his body feeling heavy and satiated.

  Colton shrugged. “I wanted to feel you all day tomorrow.”

  They kissed languidly, absently caressing and mapping each other’s body.

  “We should probably get up and shower,” Ace murmured, not moving.

  “Or….” Colton got up and sauntered off toward the living room, winking at him over his shoulder. “I could go for a swim in the pool. Care to join me?”

  “Don’t you need your swimsuit?”

  The smile Colton gave him, filled with sin and promise, would have made Ace go weak in the knees if he weren’t already feeling boneless.

  “You coming?”

  Ace jumped to his feet, ran into the living room, and hopped over the back of the couch to land on it with a bounce. Colton laughed, and Ace stood, drinking in Colton’s toned body. He slipped outside to the balcony where the private pool was, and Ace stood mesmerized as Colton crooked a finger at him.

  Ace hurried over to Colton, who playfully slipped out of his grasp. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  He stalked Colton, admiring the way his sleek body moved. Each flex of muscle, every inch of exposed skin called to Ace. His need to run his hands and tongue over those mouthwatering curves had Ace growing hard again. Colton entered the pool like some sensual mythical creature, and Ace followed as if under his spell. The water was cool against his skin, but the heat and humidity of the early afternoon made it feel so good. The solid walls on each side of the balcony offered them privacy from any surrounding properties. In front of them was nothing but miles and miles of glittering blue ocean.