Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)

by T. Ashleigh

“Don’t be a dick and maybe I won’t react like that.” “But I am a dick,” I helpfully point out, in case he somehow forgot.

I can see that he’s fighting a smile by the way his upper lip twitches. “I’m not going to argue there.”

Is this really not a big deal to him? I hate that I can’t read him, that he’s always so locked up tight with his emotions. I wish he’d

show his hand and let the real Blaine shine like he does when he’s on his knees for me. I adjust my cock, pushing those thoughts away. This is not the time to get all keyed up. I need to focus. Whaley would already be pissed if he knew I was taking an outsider with me, but to fuck up too?

“I can take anything,” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. Damn him and his ability to throw my mind in the gutter. “Anything, huh?”

It’s another thing of his that I’m hating just a little less. I still despise him, just not his face. Yeah, that’s a thing. I try to convince myself that the rest of the ride.

go to tell Blaine to stay put and almost shit myself when he grabs the handle, pushing the door open. I take back my earlier statement. Fucker has balls the size of Canada. I reach over him, snatching the door closed, not caring that I bump his arm in the process.

“The hell?” He winces, rubbing his elbow. “That hurt.” “You can’t go in,” I blurt out, eyes widening as I press down on the door lock like it’ll magically keep him inside.

“...

“I didn’t think of that.” No shit.

“You wait here. It won’t take me long.”

“How long?” he asks, gripping his pants like he’s nervous.

“Not long.” Pausing, I jab a finger in his direction, giving him a serious look. “And I mean it, Blaine. Keep your ass in this fuckin’ car.”

part of me is worried that he’s going to fuck this up for me but the other part of me is worried… for him. It’s like this weird sort of possessiveness crosses over me, sending me straight into protector mode. It’s fucking unsettling, and I don’t have the time to figure out why the thought of Blaine walking in here scares the shit out of me. Definitely a weird dick spell.

“The fuck someone like you doin’ in a place like this?” I swear to fucking God, Gunnar better not be talking to who I think he’s talking to. I whirl around and my blood runs cold when I spot Blaine.

“You lost?” I bite out in irritation, hoping that Blaine can sense just how pissed off I am. I lower my voice just a tad so that only he can hear me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I told you to wait in the damn car.”

“I’m not a fucking puppy. You

can’t just leave me in the car while you run errands. You said this wouldn’t take long.”

“Wait? You two friends or somethin’?” “No,” Blaine and I snap at the same time. We turn back to each other, neither budging from our glar...

“Fuck you.” “The hell is this? A lover’s spat? You gay, Silas?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Blaine finally barks at Gunnar. “Who the fuck are you?” “No one important.” I grab his arm and pull him to the door. “Let’s go.”

“We’re not finish...

Blaine pulling on my hold has me momentarily distracted though. I turn, prepared to pick him up and throw him over my shoulder to get the fuck out of here when the next second, pain explodes in my right cheek, causing me to stagger back and hit the floor. “Tell that sh...

stumble to stand, feeling completely pissed off. I’m ready to burn the fucking place to the ground when a familiar voice tinged with rage meets my ears.

“You did not just fucking hit him!”

Blaine. Shit. I need to get him out of here. I refuse to think that I’m actually concerned t...

He’s just fucking this all up. I’m going to have a huge mess to explain to Whaley when he gets ...

who’s staring at Gunnar like he’s about to rip him limb from limb. Don’t get me wrong, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but I’m entirely unprepared for it. Just like I’m...

“You did not just fucking hit him!” One moment I’m standing there and the next I’m tackling the bastard to the ground. I raise my fist, bringing it down with a hard slam, hearing bones cracking under the force of my punch. I don’t stop there though. I keep going and going until hands are pulling me back and I’m stumbling away from the man. I fight the hold on me, not ready for this to be over. I feel like a monster was unleashed and it won’t be satisfied until this son of a bitch is bleeding out on this bar floor.

His nose is broken, that’s for sure, with blood pouring and pooling at the top of his shirt. One of his eyes is already shutting and⁠—

Is that a tooth?

“Shit,” Silas says, still holding me back as he whips his head around at all the people sur...

Silas curses when he tries to open the door, only for it not to give. “The fuck, Blaine! You locked it?” “What?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at the bikers emerging from the entrance. “Are we seriously arguing about this right now?”

“Nobody would have fucked with it!” “Really?” I shout, jumping in and slamming the door shut just as a crazy-looking chick hip checks the window. “Drive already!” “Goddamn it!” He starts the car and peels out of the lot.

I just beat the crap out of that guy. I still can’t believe that was me. I drop my head back against the seat, shutting my eyes and waiting for the inevitable. Silas is going to be pissed.

“So⁠—” “Shut the fuck up,” he bites out, not bothering to look at me as he continues to drive. “Silas, I didn’t mean⁠—” He slams his hand on the steering wheel, fixing me with a steel glare. “Shut it, Blaine. Don’t speak.”

He looks so livid—that angry vein in his neck throbbing—and I realize that this might be it. Was tonight the last time I’ll ever have him?

“Where are we?” I ask, casting a nervous look at Silas. This isn’t where he kills me, right? I’m too young to die, especially with cows as my witness. “Get outta the car.” My eyes widen. “I don’t think⁠—”

Silas there, fists clenched by my side in an attempt to hide my nerves. Whatever he’s going to say and whatever he’s going to do, I can⁠— He pounces, his mouth slanting over mine with a hunger I’ve never experienced from him before. I moan when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, enjoying how desperate and sloppy this is. Teeth clash against teeth, and I only regain my senses when he slaps my ass. “Fuckin’ hell, Blaine,” he groans, hands groping me and pulling our bodies flush, pressing his obvious erection against mine. “What was that?” “I–I’m sorry,” I stutter, still a bit shocked that I’m not cow chow by now. “I don’t know⁠—”

He silences me with another kiss, and then pulls back, biting his bottom lip with a smirk as those big brown eyes shine with lust. “Don’t apologize. It was so fuckin’ hot.”

It doesn’t help when Silas lowers himself a bit and lifts me off the ground, forcing me to wrap my legs ...

me to the hood of his car. “The way you clocked that fucker,” he purrs, setting me down as his lips trail down my neck and his hands work their way up my shirt. “H...

“It feels…” I shudder when he reaches my happy trail, desire coursing through me when he leaves sloppy wet kisses on my skin. “It feels fucking good.” Resurrecting even. Like I’m a whole new person now. He set me free. “You lost it,” he

“What did it, Blaine? Don’t like homophobic assholes?” My chest is heaving, breaths puffing past my lips harshly as he works me up. “He punched you and it pissed me off. No one fucks with you but me.”

Silas’ hands are still around my cock as he looks at me, mouth parted in shock. His searching gaze is filled with something I can’t place but then is replaced with smoldering fire and a cocky smirk. “Well,” he drawls, gripping my cock fully before giving it one long stroke. “Lay back and lemme make you feel good.”

His mouth engulfs my cock then, and it causes me to drop my head against the hood of the car. I don’t dare take control this time,

letting him lead the way as he bobs his head up and down, his tongue coiling around my head, his cheeks hollowing so he can suck me as far back as he can go. “Shit, Silas,” I moan, reaching down to dig my fingers in his messy hair, toes curlin...

Then he stands, slowly unbuttoning his own pants, and I’m left to watch the striptease with drool in my mouth. The way he licks his wet lips, how his bangs flop over his forehead and obscure his hungry eyes, and that freckle that decorates the top of his throat. Damn, he’s so gorgeous⁠— Wait, wha...

When he brings our cocks together in his calloused hands, I moan. Yes. This. He spits on our combined length to ease the glide. “I’m gonna fuck you,”

He doesn’t press or strangle, but gently holds me, rubbing his thumb along the underside of my ear. It’s so strange, but I don’t mind it. “You want that?”