Ace Renaldo and Lauren Dunn have known each other since high school. She knows all about the abuse he suffered at the hands of his father. She is in love with him, but telling Ace how she feels could drive him away and ruin their friendship that means more to her than anything else.
To block his pain Ace fights, needs the violence to numb the agony he harbors inside. Before Lauren came around, Ace knew all too well what being alone felt like. She’s everything to him, his entire world, and he wants to be a good man for her. But Ace knows he’s too damaged to love or be loved.
Once they share how they feel for each other will their lifelong friendship be ruined? Can Ace overcome his need for violence, and can Lauren accept Ace for the man he’ll always be?
Be Warned: anal play, public exhibition, spanking, rimming
“I want you, Poppy,” he gritted out. “I want this.”
They stood there several more seconds, neither speaking, but the sexual chemistry and electricity bounced between them. She’d pushed him away not to stop this, but to progress it. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it all the way up and over her head.
“I want you, too,” she breathed out. Ace stared down at her chest, and she saw him clench his hands into tight balls at his sides. He moved his gaze up and down her body, but she didn’t feel embarrassed that she was on the curvier, plumper side.
“God, look at you, baby,” he said and ran a hand over his mouth, and she saw that he was shaking slightly. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.” And then he was right in front of her again, kissing her, licking her lips and sucking her tongue into his mouth as he ground his erection into her bare belly now.
They deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She didn’t care where they did this as long as it was done.
“I want you, but not like this.” He broke away and took her hand in his. Ace led her further down the hallway and toward his room. But right before they made it there he stopped and had her pressed back against the wall again. His mouth was right back on hers. “I can’t keep my hands off of you, not even long enough to take you to the room,” he breathed out against her lips.
They slid their tongues together, pressed and moved them to an erotic motion, and she started shifting on her feet, the pulse between her thighs intense.
He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down her throat, murmuring along the way. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for years, baby.” He started sucking at the base of her neck, and she let her head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the contact. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to jerk off thinking about you, thinking about what you looked like without anything on,” he breathed heavily. “I ached for you, Poppy, so damn badly.”
Lauren loved the nickname he used, loved when he called her that, especially when he was aroused, like he was right now. She breathed out his name, because that was as far as her voice would travel.
“Tell me, Poppy. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want, do anything for you.” He pressed his erection into her belly again, harder this time. She moaned low in her throat. God, she wanted this.
“I want you inside of me.”
“Fuck, Lauren. You can’t say that shit to me unless you want me to come right in my damn jeans.”
She swore she felt his cock jerk behind his pants after she spoke. It seemed they wouldn’t be making it into the bedroom, because in the next few seconds Ace was tearing his shirt off, and going for the button and fly of his jeans. Once he had his pants off, she took in the sight of him in only his boxer briefs. His black hair was more disheveled, and his blue eyes were still half-lidded. But it was his body that had her transfixed at the moment.
All Lauren could do was stare at the hard outlines of his muscles, at the way his shoulders were so broad, at how his pecs were so defined. His abdomen was rippled from his six-pack and framed by that V of muscle. And then there was his hard, bulging biceps and the colorful and dark ink that covered every inch of him that she could see.
She swallowed the hard lump in her throat and saw that he looked the epitome of controlled and dominating.