Rival (The Aces Book 1)

by A. J. Macey

  "Barbie, Garrett, I would like to introduce my daughter Kiera and her bodyguard Lorenzo," the man, Frank, if I remembered correctly, introduced the two. I shook the bodyguard's hand first. As I stared at his face, something about him put me off, he seemed slimy. Pushing the odd thought away, I held my hand out for Kiera whose lips thinned as she stared at it. "Kiera," Frank's tone went from friendly to ice cold in a second, and her jaw ticked on the side he wouldn't be able to see as she slipped a calloused hand into mine. How would the pampered daughter of a rich man earn so many callouses?

  "Kiera, this is Barbie," Frank continued his introductions, his eyes frigid as he stared down his daughter who quietly huffed before shaking my mother's hand.

  "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Newlyn," Kiera said, her voice low and husky. The throaty quality caught my attention, and I felt myself needing to shift to keep from sporting a boner in a room full of new people.

  "Please," my mother started, shaking Kiera's hand gently, "call me Barbie." I couldn't hold back the eye roll this time. When my gaze focused back on Kiera, she had a curious expression trained on me, but since we were surrounded by people, neither of us spoke to each other. Frank and my mother continued to talk as he led her into an adjacent hall, their voices fading until it was silent. The creepy bodyguard continued to glance between Kiera and the direction his boss went before he finally made up his decision to follow, but not before speaking to Kiera.

  "Stay out of trouble," he murmured, his lips curled into a cruel smile. My brows furrowed at the tone of menace within his voice. Either he really was creepy or she was a troublemaker. She glared back, her fingers twitching at her sides.

  "All right," she ground out, her mossy eyes spitting fire at the bodyguard who chuckled again, taking half a step forward to her.

  "Wouldn't want you to be punished for disobeying your father, now would you?" he questioned softly. Alarm bells rang within my mind at her paling face, but before either of us could respond, Lorenzo strode confidently out of the room. I watched him leave and when I turned to look at Kiera, I found myself alone. What the... I didn't even hear her move.

  Unsure of what came over me, I started toward the direction she originally came from and at the end of the short hall, I saw a pair of black pants and a tanned arm curving around another hall through a set of double wood doors. I followed, my curiosity piqued by the girl whose fiery eyes burned at her father and bodyguard, yet stayed silent at their demands.

  The set of rooms was empty when I entered, but an open set of balcony doors caught my attention. The white curtains billowed in the breeze as I walked past. She wasn't out here, but I looked up in time to see a tanned foot disappear over the edge of the roof above. Glancing around the face of the mansion, I found nearly invisible foot and hand holds within the stone. I knew I should have stopped, but something about the girl called to me, I just wasn't sure if it was her fiery spirit I saw in her eyes or the fact that she was beautiful.

  Either way, I followed her up and found her perched on the very top of the flat roof, her lean body standing near one of the other edges of the space. I felt my heart race. Is she going to jump? I started toward her quickly.

  "Hey," I called out. Her head whipped to me before she scowled deeply.

  "What?" she barked, her arms crossing her torso and calling attention to her perky tits.

  I had to force myself to keep looking at her face. The closer I got the more I realized she was different up here than she was down in the entryway. She didn't bow her head, and she didn't cower. Instead, her eyes centered on my face as she watched me carefully.

  "Why the fuck did you follow me?"

  My brows shot up at the vulgar language. I wouldn't have expected a rich girl to have the balls to talk the way the guys around the compound did.

  "Fuck you very much," she snapped taking half a step towards me, "I'm not just some fucking rich girl." I realized I had said my internal thought out loud, but I ended up rolling my eyes instead of apologizing. She had her own wing to the house, she was the very definition of rich girl.

  "Whatever you say," I countered finally glancing around me. The estate's acreage spread for a long distance before finally giving way to the Nevada landscape and more lavish homes, but I noted this was the largest house within the immediate vicinity.

  "Go fucking bother Frankie and your mother and leave me be," she bit out sinking to the pebbly surface of the roof. "I like my time away from people." She glared up at me like I was impeding that. Which technically I was, but I couldn't help it. I stared down at her; her honeyed hair was wavy on top of her head as her thin arms curled around her knees, holding them tightly to her chest. Her eyes stayed focused on the landscape intent on ignoring me.

  "Well, I certainly don't want to be around my mother or your asshole of a dad," I pushed seeing how she would respond to my insults. She scoffed, her own eyes rolling at the statement before glancing at me in suspicion as I sank down next to her, following her lead and wrapping my knees up in my arms

  "What do you want from me?" she murmured intensely, her eyes narrowing. I stared at her flawless skin—smooth with only the lightest bit of shadowed freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her luscious pink lips curled down in a cute frown, but her eyes held my attention the most. Filled with fire, haunted ghosts, and within the swirling depths a huge pool of anger simmered and a hint of something akin to fear threaded through the furious flames. What would she have to be angry about? What would she fear up here in her posh ivory tower?

  “Nothing,” I answered honestly, shrugging one shoulder. “I’m only here because my mother dragged me along to meet the guy she’s been fucking.” Kiera stared a little while longer, but she must have realized I was telling the truth before looking back out across the yard.

  “All right. You can stay up here,” she muttered, “just stay quiet. I like my time away from fucking prissy wives, fat cat men, and lavish parties.”

  I nodded, lost in thought as we watched the sun start to set, neither of us wanting to go back inside to our waiting parents.

  I could get used to this…

  Chapter 13

  May 6th

  Monday Morning

  Kiera

  Chase’s gunpowder and musk smell filled my nose as he shifted under me, his scruff scratchy against my scalp as he nuzzled me in his sleep. My right arm was draped over his sculpted upper body, his arms tight around me. I barely opened my eyes to see the morning sun filtering into the spare bedroom of Brooks’ home. Being warm and comfortable in the arms of my assassin, I tried to go back to sleep after having been up until the wee hours of the morning with Garrett, but Chase had other ideas. His hands started to knead my back and sides in leisurely caresses. I tilted my head back and peered up at him. His eyes were two molten pools of steel filled with crazed lust.

  “Good morning, my little kittycat,” he murmured quietly. His whispers were rough with sleepiness. I smiled and trailed my forefinger down his nose before poking the end of it with a soft ‘boop.’

  “Morning.” My voice cracked as I stretched, my muscles trembling under the movement. Chase took the opportunity to skim his calloused palms over my stomach toward my chest, the shirt I’d stolen from Brooks to sleep in bunching up around my ribs. With a soft smile at me Chase pressed his lips to mine in a gentle kiss, the heat emanating from his body seeping into me. I cupped his scratchy jaw as he rolled to cover me, his trim waist and boxer-covered hips settling between my thighs. His cock was hard and pressing deliciously against me, and my body and blood buzzed at the feeling, finally waking from their sleepy state.

  Grinding against me, Chase pulled a soft moan from me as he rolled over my sensitive pussy. I nipped his lower lip. Tangled my fingers into his hair. A groan rumbled deep in his chest as I tugged at his hair, the sharp pull causing him to surge his hips once more. His kisses trailed languidly toward my jaw and to my neck. Turning my head, my eyes focused on the door to the room that was almost all the way closed. A sh
arp bite made my pussy tighten in response, and my eyelids fluttered shut.

  “Oh, shit.” Brooks’ smooth voice filled the room as he stood in the now open door. “My bad.” He went to leave and close the door when Chase called out.

  “Where you going?”

  Brooks’ grey-blue eyes focused on Chase’s steel ones as he stopped moving out of the room. Chase waved a hand signifying for the president to come in. Brooks’ brows furrowed, but he didn’t protest as he stepped in and closed the door softly behind him. I watched him stare as Chase returned his attentions to my neck. The bulge in Brooks’ jeans grew the longer he watched, his eyes darkening into stormy depths as he looked at me. I crooked a finger at him, my greedy pussy reveling in the thought of having both of them.

  Shucking his cut over a chair in the corner, he let his riding boots thud softly against the hardwood flooring when he closed the distance between us. He kneeled on the ground next to the bed, his fingers tangling into my hair as Chase shifted down the bed. Brooks’ eyes lit up when he saw the shirt I was wearing.

  “You look good in my clothes, baby,” he murmured, his lips barely brushing against mine, “but you look even better out of them.” He helped get the old t-shirt over my head before returning his hand to my hair and delivering a rough kiss that had me shivering under Chase who had moved down to kiss my left breast. My heart was thundering in my chest at their attention, and my hands wandered over hard muscles and taut planes. Chase’s tongue swirled and flicked around my nipple as Brooks palmed my other breast, the rough pad of his thumb barely brushing over the stiff peak.

  Brooks finally pulled back from our kiss, his eyes tracking Chase’s nip at my stomach on his way down to my hips. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to Brooks’ pulsing neck, my tongue darting out against his warm skin. I kept my attention on Brooks while Chase slid my thong down my legs, I assumed to toss it over his shoulder. A shuddering moan ripped from my throat when my assassin sucked hard on my clit, and a graze of teeth on the bundle of nerves had my back arching against Brooks’ hand.

  My eyes fluttered open when I felt Brooks pull away from me, his attention on untying his riding boots. Standing, he pulled his shirt over his head, a swath of tanned skin greeting me. A large chest tattoo shifted and moved with his powerful muscles as he unbuttoned his dark wash jeans. His torso was bulky and defined, but not as cut as Chase’s. My mouth watered at the sight of his tented briefs, his thick cock clearly outlined in the light grey fabric. I glanced down at Chase who had paused in his sensuous ministrations; his lips curled in a wicked smile as he eyed Brooks’ masculine form.

  Through some silent communication between the two of them, they switched places. Chase kneeled where Brooks had been next to the bed, his lips and tongue coated in my dripping arousal. Moaning against his mouth, I drank the taste of myself as we battled for dominance. Brooks’ hands rested on both of my thighs, running up until his thumb brushed against my sensitive clit. Two fingers circled my entrance torturously slow before slipping in as my right hand wrapped around Chase’s hard cock inside his boxers. I groaned painfully when Brooks continued to tease.

  “More,” I begged, my voice breathless as Chase rocked forward against my grip in a shuddering pulse. At my command, Brooks obliged, pushing in and curling until the tips of his fingers hit me at just the right spot. I lightly tugged on Chase as I opened my mouth. Taking the hint, he took his boxers off and pressed the head of his throbbing cock against my lips. I licked the bead of pre-cum from his head before I sank my mouth around him. Lost in my own pleasure at Brooks’ fingers, I couldn’t tell which one of them was moaning, but it fueled me onward pushing me to take Chase fully at an urgent pace. Brooks’ tongue lapped at my clit and around his fingers, and the sudden heat of his mouth had my pace faltering.

  I pulled back from Chase as my orgasm slammed down on me, my hand tightening around him and Brooks’ hair that I had grasped in my fist. My screams were swallowed up as Chase descended, his tongue brushing against mine. When the aftershocks finally subsided, I focused on what was happening around me. Chase was passing a condom to Brooks, both of them talking in inaudible whispers. Propping myself up on my elbows, I narrowed my eyes at them. Damn troublemakers, I thought, but fucking sexy troublemakers.

  “Roll on your side,” Brooks murmured sinfully smooth in my ear. He crawled on the bed and nestled himself behind me. Once I was lying on my right side, I watched Chase sink into the chair, his hand fisted around his cock stroking leisurely. My skin burned under his perusal as Brooks’ hand hooked my leg over his hip so my flooded pussy was bared to my assassin. Without much fanfare, Brooks’ thick cock lined up before pushing in with short rocks. My eyes rolled back when he was finally seated fully within me, my head leaning back against Brooks’ warm bicep. Moaning in pleasure, he thrust in. Quicker. Harder.

  Chase’s pained, yet gleeful groan had me opening my eyes from my lustful haze to look at him. He pumped his own erection in matching strokes to Brooks’ tantalizing rhythm. The tingles and sharp sparks of another release started in my lower belly, growing to encompass my torso before gripping my greedy pussy as Brooks grunted behind me. Right as I was about to fall into that blissful release, a calloused hand gripped tightly enough around my throat to heighten the intoxicating waves of pleasure. I exploded. Fuck. My orgasm pulsed through me in shuddering, electric surges. The sexy MC president released my throat before slipping out, his rough beard and tiny nip on my shoulder had me shivering against his muscled chest. The scraping of the chair and soft footsteps barely registered in the lusty haze I was drowning in.

  “Stand up for a minute, Kittycat,” Chase urged, his quiet words filled with glee as he watched me move. Following his instructions, Brooks lay down on the bed, the condom on his impressive erection slick from my pussy. I glanced between the two of them ignoring the feeling of my wetness dripping down my thigh. “Here’s what I want you to do, Kittycat,” Chase whispered sinfully as he leaned into my back, fingers lightly brushing my ass leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I want you to ride him and while you’re full of his cock, I’m going to fuck that sexy ass of yours. How does that sound?” I shivered at the thought, my greedy pussy clenching tightly as I nodded, my brain unable to form a coherent thought through my lusty fog.

  I gazed down at Brooks as I crawled up onto his prone body, my hands braced against his chest as I rose above him. Lining up, I sank down slowly, allowing myself to stretch and accommodate him once more. A wave of hunger flooded me when he was fully inside me, and Chase’s words echoed in my mind. I rocked a few times against Brooks, and he groaned and palmed my breasts. The bed dipped behind me. Chase’s warm hand pressed against my shoulder blades until I was folded over Brooks’ chest. The sound of Chase’s travel sized tube of lube opening that he always carried sent a shiver down my spine. A slow, cocky smile spread across Brooks’ lips and I melted further. I felt him withdraw before he bounced me on his hips. Gasping at the sharp pulse of pleasure, I bent my head to close the distance between our lips.

  My attention was split between Brooks’ domineering kisses and the feeling of Chase’s slippery finger massaging the tight ring of my ass. I couldn’t hold back the rocking of my hips as he started to work on stretching me out. My eyes rolled back when he added another finger, and the feeling of Brooks shifting slightly inside me had me whimpering. After a few more thrusts, Chase’s hand disappeared replaced with a lubed cock. Exhaling, I relaxed against the sudden invasion, leaning back into Chase's slow and rocking movements. A shudder ripped through me. I melted into a puddle of pure need between them as they started to move in tandem. Hands roved my heated flesh. My eyes sealed shut as they worked my body in slow, but purposeful movements.

  They shifted their rhythm. Moving harder. Faster. My moans turned into urgent cries, tingles rippling through every part of me. I clawed at the bedding, my nerves feeling like a thousand strikes of lightning the closer I came to my release. Chase’s nails digging and dragging down my back in a sh
arp scratch was the final push, causing shockwaves of desire to pulse through me as I clamped down on them. Their pace didn’t slow, bringing me quickly back up to that peak of pleasure before throwing me over once more. The feeling of fullness had me shouting their names.

  Chase was the first to falter, his thrusts pausing as he reached his own climax. Nipping at my sweat coated back, he pulled out, his eyes searing my skin as I sat up. I braced myself against Brooks’ barreled chest and took over riding him, my braided hair brushing against my peaked nipple. Rough hands squeezed my breasts tightly, but not to the point of pain, the flood of sensations building up slowly toward my fifth and final orgasm. Brooks’ broken and hitched breathing had me riding him harder, driving both of us to the edge of shattering. Chase’s strong arm wrapped around one side of my body, fingers rubbing against my clit in time with my bounces. Brooks cried out, his body tensing under my fingers as he came, but I didn’t stop, and several moments later I followed him into that blissful pool. My arms gave out under my wracking body. I lay against Brooks’ torso, my breasts thudding with the rapid beat of my heart.

  “I don’t think I can move,” I murmured, my voice rough from the extent I had used it during our threesome.

  Chuckling, Chase assisted my trembling body up and off Brooks’ sweat sheened chest, my back braced against his strong torso. Our panting breaths filled the room as we basked in our post-sex exhaustion.

  “Nap time?” I joked, and both men broke out in laughter, but unfortunately Brooks shifted to a sitting position.