Page 41 of Southpaw Slots
He stops and pouts next to the door. “So you want me to ride bitchandwear a girl’s helmet.”
My hands jam onto my hips as I scold him. “I’m not questioning your masculinity, Senator. I’m telling you I need someone to hold the beer, and since you’re riding bitch, you need that fucking helmet. Grab it and get behind me.”
“Fine, whatever.” Tossing the bucket on his head, I try not to smile, but it’s too small and makes him look ridiculous. It pleases me.
I turn around slightly when he slides onto the back of the bike. “Put your arms around me.”
Crossing his arms, he sits as far away from me as he can. Which isn’t much. “I’m not fucking doing that.”
“Fine, whatever,” I say, tossing the bike in gear and jutting forward until his hard, thick chest slams into my back, his cut arms naturally surrounding my middle. I can’t help the riotous laugh that jumps from my lungs as I speed off toward the closest liquor store, Ace’s curses fluttering against my ear.
It’s not long for us to visit the store and get back home with a case tucked in Ace’s arms. He even thanked me for paying for the order and I said I’d keep the place stocked for him. Well, for us both.
As soon as we reenter the house, Ace says, “I’m drinking half these in the hot tub.”
It sounds like a perfect night. One I haven’t gotten to experience. I’ve felt fortunate to have a dirty shower at my old shitty place. Here is much nicer than I’m used to. “I’ll join you for ourbondingexperience,” I tell him, pulling off my shirt, folding it, then setting it on a lounge chair before stripping off my jeans and doing the same with them. Ace pulls off all his clothes until he’s stark naked and he carefully places his next to mine.
Eyeing him as he climbs over the edge of the hot tub while holding two open bottles, I shrug and remove my boxers, then grab some cold ones for myself. When I sit on one side, he takes the other and both of us spread our arms across the back.Fuck. Now I see why rich people like these things. It feels so good on my balls, the bubbles tickling them in just the right way.
A light flicks on in the far wing of the mansion,an area I haven’t really been to. Ari’s silhouette is illuminated in the floor-to-ceiling window as she shuffles about the room. Tipping the mouth of my beer toward the image, I ask him, “So you don’t like to go over that way, huh?”
Spotting the shadow on the second story, he takes a long pull of his drink and sighs. “No.”
I give him a nod. “That was your sister’s room?”
His blue eyes flash to mine, illuminated by the neon lights underneath the water. “How’d you know about my sister?”
“Everyone knows about her. Plus, the Von Dovish thing…”
He dunks one beer back and tosses the bottle until it shatters on the concrete near the diving board of the pool. “Yeah.”
Sticking my tongue into my cheek, I think about not giving up anything real about myself. But Ace Donovan is a maverick. A lone wolf now. He wouldn’t have anyone to tell. Not here in Gnarled Pine anyway. So, I let him in on a secret I’ve never told anyone. “I have a younger sister.”
Long black lashes flutter rapidly until he raises his eyebrows at me. “You do?”
“Yeah. She’s back home in Lecherton. That’s where I came from about ten years ago when I turned sixteen.” And all that is true.
Instead of accepting what I tell him, he gets a look of disgust and asks, “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why the fuck would anyone come here?”
Good question. “Bus brought me here. It’s as far as the ticket I could afford would take me.” It’s an easier answer than what really happened. Saying I was trafficked through here as a young stud opens an entire set of questions I don’t want to answer.
“That bus was cursed,” he says with a little laugh, and I join in.
“Yeah, it must have been.” I thrust my bottle over to the same fate as his splattered on the ground and he gives me a smirk and a nod. We chug our next two and do the same. Each making a louder explosion than the one before it.
“Fuck, this feels good,” he says, relaxing into the water more. His eyes trail up to the window again and mine follow. Ari’s now in front of it, removing pieces of clothing. The light has dimmed so we can see her curvy naked frame dancing for us without her even realizing. My cock pumps up with blood at the sight.
“Does it feel weird?”
The strip tease gets interrupted by darkness overtaking the scene and I realize Ace is staring me down hard. “What? Does what feel weird?”
“Rubbing one out with all that shit on your dick?”
“It’snotshit. And no. It feels great. Wanna feel?”