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The thought of Emerson being alone entices me, but with Ace here, I can't risk someone finding out that I went behind Eli's back to see her.

But... fuck. I desperately want to.

She has at least four of us obsessed with her, and she has no idea. Oh, but she will, especially if we are all stuck at the beach house for the summer.

"You want to go to the bar?" Peering through his open visor, Ace asks.

"Fuck it. Why not?"

Pushing Blue Eyes out of my mind, Ace and I ride side by side down the street, the wind whipping harder the faster we go.

We pull into the bar's parking lot, live music and conversation filling the warm summer night. As we walk in, I can't help but wonder if Emerson will be coming. But I quickly dismiss the thought, instead focusing on the drinks and the good times ahead.

We find a table near the stage and settle in, the energy of the room drowning out the lingering thoughts of what could have been. For now, I'm content to enjoy the night, the music, and the company around me.

But the thought of Emerson lingers in the back of my mind, and I cannot shake the feeling that this summer will change everything.

A c e (27)

Stone and I enter the crowded bar and head straight for our usual booth in the back, noting that Seven is the only one sitting there. As soon as Kylie notices us sitting down, she walks over and places a bottle of Crown and four shot glasses on the table before sauntering away with a wink and flipping her hair over her shoulders.

Seven goes for the bottle first, stuck in a zone without blinking.

"What is your fucking problem?" I ask, pushing a shot glass toward him to fill.

"Not shit. I'm just in a mood," he huffs, taking a shot before filling mine. "It has just been a long night. Where the fuck have you both been?

"Doing a job for dad," Stone replies in a monotone, still shaken up by yet another kill.

I reach under the table and place my hand on his knee, gently grazing it up his thigh. He relaxes slightly against my touch, and I know exactly what he needs. Even though we're both attractedto women, we've been attracted to each other since fucking high-school, and it's no secret either.

"Where are your father and Eli?" Seven tosses another shot back, sliding the bottle over to us as the music pulsates throughout the bar and the bass vibrates through our bodies.

"Eli is with Nova, but I have no idea where my old man is."

"He was here, but he took a call and left without saying anything." Seven studies Stone as I palm his cock beneath the table, feeling it grow against my hand.

As I slip my hand down his pants and grab his cock, Seven turns toward the entrance, his jaw dropping open. Stone and I exchange looks, my hand stroking him firm and slow, just the way he likes it. He spreads his legs and leans against the back of the booth, causing his shoulders to slump.

Kane enters the room with a furious expression on his face and a step that shouts "fury." Stone tenses up as my hand continues to stroke him under the table, trying to keep him steady. Ignorant of the situation, Seven grabs the bottle and fills his glass once more.

"What the hell are you doing here, looking like that?" Stone's voice is low and dangerous as he tries to suppress a moan as I squeeze the tip of his dick, smearing little beads of moisture all around it.

"I'm here for a drink. What's it to you?" Kane retorts, his tone defensive as he glares at his son..

His eyes narrow as he glares at us, his jaw clenched. I can feel Stone's heart racing under my touch as the tension in the booth grows, my hand sliding up and down his dick. Seven just stares at the door, looking for Emerson, not even bothering to hide his obsession with her anymore.

"Where the fuck is Eli?" Kane looks around, trying to find him in the crowd.

"Not here. He went and met up with Nova after we finished the job," I answer, since Stone is gripping the edge of the table, fighting through the orgasm that's bubbling to the surface.

I feel hot cum spurt from his cock, and I use it as lube to finish him off, stroking fast and hard until Stone goes limp and begins to pant. I pull my hand out of his boxers and wipe his cum on my pants, a grin on my face as I take another shot.

"I need to talk with the two of you," Kane demands, glaring at us sternly.

Taking a minute to regain his composure, Stone nods, takes one more shot, and slides out of the booth with me right behind him.

"I needed more than just a fucking rub and tug, Ace," he whispers as we follow his father to the back room.