gonna come watch me dance?"
His smile promised everything she'd asked for, and a whole world she could barely imagine. "Count on it."
Ace was prone to sadism, not masochism, so he usually didn't watch Rachel's performances.
Tonight had to be the exception. It was Six's first night working the floor as a bouncer, and Ace would bet he wasn't the only O'Kane lurking in the shadows, ready to back her up if necessary. She'd kick his ass if she found out, and maybe he'd deserve it for insinuating that she couldn't clean the floor with a few drunk motherfuckers just because she was short and sweet-faced and had a half-decent rack hiding under her no-nonsense black tank top.
If it had been anyone else on stage, Ace wouldn't have thought twice. But Rachel...
She gave away too much of herself, too recklessly. She'd fallen from her family's protective grasp straight into Dallas's outstretched hands, and he'd had too much invested in his relationship with Liam Riley to let anything happen to the man's favorite child.
Rachel might be the only damn person in Sector Four who'd never had to be afraid. She'd scoffed at the idea of her own bravery, but it lit up the air around her on nights like tonight, and drew the men in the crowd like flies to sweet, naked honey. They could tell they were getting the real deal with every vulnerable whimper, every trembling flush.
The crowd turned Rachel's crank in a way that turned Ace's, but the thought of her flinging herself out there with no one to catch her when she came crashing back to Earth cranked him up in a different way. And until he figured out what to do with her, he wouldn't be able to unwind.
"Jeni was right," Cruz murmured behind him. "Rachel doesn't know how to hide, does she?"
Ace tensed, torn between guilt and jealousy--and not over Jeni. "Is that where you disappeared to last night?"
"Yeah." No apologies, no explanations--just a tilt of his head and a soft smile. "Didn't think you'd mind where I stuck my dick, as long as I kept it out of your angel."
"Jeni would feed me my dick if I tried to tell her who she could fuck." Ace struggled for a casual tone as he watched Rachel slide her hand out of her panties to untie the ribbons securing her black fishnet bra. "So would Rachel."
Cruz moved fast. He grabbed Ace by the back of the head, holding his gaze fixed on the stage, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Rachel would give you big eyes and say yes, sir ."
Surprise held Ace frozen, but only for a heartbeat. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd had Cruz's fingers on the back of his head, but he'd always had to lure the man over that line, daring him to do the things he'd imagined but would never admit.
The fingers pressing into Ace's skull didn't belong to a man inching toward a fantasy he didn't want to want. They belonged to a man who didn't give a shit anymore. A man who had every intention of taking what he needed.
Who he needed.
It kicked Ace's heart into his throat and made his dick ache. "I think you got your wires crossed, brother," he whispered hoarsely. "That's your fantasy."
"You have no idea." Cruz angled his body against Ace's side, his mouth touching his ear. "You think it'll be good. But then she watches you, stares right into your eyes while she wraps her fingers around your cock. Bites her lip when you start fucking her hand. Moans when you come."
Jesus Christ . Either he'd gotten farther with Rachel than Ace had given him credit for, or he had one hell of an imagination.
Cruz eased closer, and Ace wasn't the only one turned on now. It was the first time he'd gotten his dick anywhere near Ace without a woman between them--
Except she was still between them. She always was, whether she was there or not, and never so much as now, when they could both hear her moan as she pinched her fingers tight on her nipples.
Cruz's breathing hitched when she did it again. "I saw you last night."
Ace froze. He hadn't heard a sound, but he'd been so focused on
His smile promised everything she'd asked for, and a whole world she could barely imagine. "Count on it."
Ace was prone to sadism, not masochism, so he usually didn't watch Rachel's performances.
Tonight had to be the exception. It was Six's first night working the floor as a bouncer, and Ace would bet he wasn't the only O'Kane lurking in the shadows, ready to back her up if necessary. She'd kick his ass if she found out, and maybe he'd deserve it for insinuating that she couldn't clean the floor with a few drunk motherfuckers just because she was short and sweet-faced and had a half-decent rack hiding under her no-nonsense black tank top.
If it had been anyone else on stage, Ace wouldn't have thought twice. But Rachel...
She gave away too much of herself, too recklessly. She'd fallen from her family's protective grasp straight into Dallas's outstretched hands, and he'd had too much invested in his relationship with Liam Riley to let anything happen to the man's favorite child.
Rachel might be the only damn person in Sector Four who'd never had to be afraid. She'd scoffed at the idea of her own bravery, but it lit up the air around her on nights like tonight, and drew the men in the crowd like flies to sweet, naked honey. They could tell they were getting the real deal with every vulnerable whimper, every trembling flush.
The crowd turned Rachel's crank in a way that turned Ace's, but the thought of her flinging herself out there with no one to catch her when she came crashing back to Earth cranked him up in a different way. And until he figured out what to do with her, he wouldn't be able to unwind.
"Jeni was right," Cruz murmured behind him. "Rachel doesn't know how to hide, does she?"
Ace tensed, torn between guilt and jealousy--and not over Jeni. "Is that where you disappeared to last night?"
"Yeah." No apologies, no explanations--just a tilt of his head and a soft smile. "Didn't think you'd mind where I stuck my dick, as long as I kept it out of your angel."
"Jeni would feed me my dick if I tried to tell her who she could fuck." Ace struggled for a casual tone as he watched Rachel slide her hand out of her panties to untie the ribbons securing her black fishnet bra. "So would Rachel."
Cruz moved fast. He grabbed Ace by the back of the head, holding his gaze fixed on the stage, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Rachel would give you big eyes and say yes, sir ."
Surprise held Ace frozen, but only for a heartbeat. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd had Cruz's fingers on the back of his head, but he'd always had to lure the man over that line, daring him to do the things he'd imagined but would never admit.
The fingers pressing into Ace's skull didn't belong to a man inching toward a fantasy he didn't want to want. They belonged to a man who didn't give a shit anymore. A man who had every intention of taking what he needed.
Who he needed.
It kicked Ace's heart into his throat and made his dick ache. "I think you got your wires crossed, brother," he whispered hoarsely. "That's your fantasy."
"You have no idea." Cruz angled his body against Ace's side, his mouth touching his ear. "You think it'll be good. But then she watches you, stares right into your eyes while she wraps her fingers around your cock. Bites her lip when you start fucking her hand. Moans when you come."
Jesus Christ . Either he'd gotten farther with Rachel than Ace had given him credit for, or he had one hell of an imagination.
Cruz eased closer, and Ace wasn't the only one turned on now. It was the first time he'd gotten his dick anywhere near Ace without a woman between them--
Except she was still between them. She always was, whether she was there or not, and never so much as now, when they could both hear her moan as she pinched her fingers tight on her nipples.
Cruz's breathing hitched when she did it again. "I saw you last night."
Ace froze. He hadn't heard a sound, but he'd been so focused on
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