Painful Love (Kings of Aces #2)

by T. Ashleigh

“Just wanted you to notice me…” I trail off. “It worked, didn’t it?” He nods, smiling as he squeezes my thigh. “Yeah. It did.”

“Could sniff you all day.” I bury my nose against him, still able to smell him through his leather jacket. “Mmm, yummy.” “Hold on tight! We got a ways to go,” he shouts over the rumble of his bike. “Don’t go fallin’ asleep on me.” “Where are we goin’?” I yell back. “It’s a surprise.” “Wait, no! Tell me,” I whine, poking his stomach.

“You’re kiddin’! You took me to a fight?” “You like it?” His head tilts in question. He already knows my answer but still seems nervous for whatever reason. “I love it,” I

“Aw, is this a date?” I tease, swinging our hands back and forth. “You brought me on a date. Am I your baby?” He yanks his hand away and glares at me. “I don’t date, and I don’t say ‘baby.’” “Where are my chocolates? My flowers?”

“You need to step up your game⁠—” In an instant, he’s spinning and hauling me up against his strong body, gripping my shoulders tightly. He bends down to drag his nose across my cheek. “If you want chocolates and flowers, you’re gonna be sorely disappointed. I don’t do tha...

“So, what do you say? Wanna head back home and grab a milkshake like Silas and Blaine, or you wanna watch someone...

“No.” “Oh come on,” I whine, facing him and running my fingers up his chest, toying with his nipple piercing that I’m absolutely obsessed with. “I know I’m not a bodybuilder like that guy, but I’ve got skills.”

I know. Seen you and Fox fight enough,”

“That ain’t why you’re not goin’ in.” I wrinkle my nose and pout, damn near close to stom...

He tugs me until I’m flush against him, pinching my face between his fingers like he’s trying to get ...

want me to commit murder, you’ll keep that tight ass righ...

“Are you sayin’ you’d kill someone for hurtin’ me?” I can’t help but fish for what I...

“I wouldn’t just kill them. I’d chop off all their fingers and feed ‘em to them.” I get hard. The level of commitment… That’s not something that everybody gets. Once again, I’m overcome with the rightness of him and I, thankful that he came to his senses and realized we were right for each other.

“I’m not sayin’ you should fight—don’t think I’d even let you—but you have to find something to keep you level.” “I have my Tai Chi,” I point out. To that, he lets out a full belly chuckle. “I’ll suck your dick for an hour if you can prove you’re doin’ it right.”

“You don’t keep shit from me either.” I jab a finger into his chest. “What do you remember about that night?”

“Everythin’,” I begin. “It’s like…” When I pause, he gives my ass a squeeze, his sole focus on me. “Go on.” “You sure? It’s dark,” I mumble, fiddling with my tongue piercing.

“Nothin’s too dark for me.”

“It’s like I’m trapped when I get pulled back there. I try my hardest to keep it locked away, but it always comes to the surface when I least expect it. It’s like a monster under the bed waiting to eat me aliv...

“Do you think that’s why I like violence so much? Why there’s…” I trail off, not liking where my thoughts are headed. “Finish your sentence,” he presses, giving me another squeeze. “Why there’s somethin’ wrong with me?”

His eyes roam over my face as he contemplates what to say. “You want me to lie to you?” I shake my head rapidly. “Never.”

Then his hand settles in on the back of my neck and he leads me away from the crowd to the back of the open room. We hug the grimy wall, only a few people scattered around us, and he backs me up, both arms on either side of my head as he leans down so we’re nose to nose. “You ain’t right, Bunk,”

“Just listen. That shit you think in your head? It ain’t normal, but who fuckin’ cares?”

kisses me lightly, trailing his tongue along my bottom lip, causing me to moan into his mouth and my body to relax. Before I can deepen it and feel his tongue against mine, he pulls back.

“You’re my little psycho, and I don’t give a shit about what’s right or what’s healthy. You ever feel like there’s somethin’ wrong with that, you come to me and I’ll set ...

Before he can stop me, I’m throwing myself into his arms and wrapping my legs around his middle, my lips finding his. He opens up with a gasp, and I cram my tongue into his mouth. I play with him, brushing my piercing against his teeth, groaning and moaning and whining as I take what he’s so freely giving.

He slams me against the dirty wall, grinding up into me, completely uncaring about the people around us. I move right back against him, desperately whimpering into his mouth, and I only pull back because I need to breathe, but I’d also happily die from his kisses. “You’re such a softie.”

“Shut up.” “A fuckin’ marshmallow,” I tease, licking away the droplets of blood. “My hero, you gonna fight for my honor tonight?” The corner of his lip quirks up. “Nah, don’t think so.” “You’d look so hot up there,”

“I always look hot to you. Could be pissin’ and you’d jump my bones.” “You ain’t wrong.” I am obsessed with him.

“I’m never fightin’ again,” he continues. “Not for fun.”

“Why?” “Because I fight to kill,”

and I almost don't catch it over the noise. Holy mother of… “Bend me over and fuck me right here.”

He laughs, tapping my ass as he sets me down and brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. I trap it in between my teeth, giving it a little nip and lick, and I can see the cords along his throat straining with the effort to keep himself in check. “La...

face has morphed into violent rage. His jaw is clenched, his eyes blazing, and I try to look around to see what caused it. “What?” “Guy’s lookin’ at you,” he grunts, and I don’t miss the way he takes a step closer to me.

“So?” But then it hits me, and I smile deviously as I work my fingers up his shirt to brush against his hard abs. “Oh, you’re jealous.” I can get used to this. “Can’t be jealous over somethin’ that’s already mine.”

“Guess I have to make that message clear.” “What—” I’m cut off when Whaley moves behind me, snaking his hand down my front and holding my now hard cock in his hand. He backs himself up against the wall, and I feel on display to anyone who might turn around and watch us. We've already attracted a few curious eyes, but I would let Whaley stuff me in front of all of them with zero shame. “Whaley…” “Fuck. Love and hate how people look at you,”

“Feel like I gotta piss on you to send a message.” I groan when he starts massaging my aching dick. “Hot.”

“Not my thing.” He grazes his teeth against my throat, and my head automatically rolls to the side to give him better access. “Should add somet...

“Wanna see somethin’?” He doesn’t stop his assault on my neck, biting several parts of my throat, making my eyes roll to the back of my head at the fact I’ll be covered with them. “Am I gonna like it?”

don’t push my pants all the way down, just hook my thumb in my underwear and lower them enough for him to see. The tiny little blue whale tattoo on my hip. I can’t tell if he likes it or not. He’s just staring at it,

wanted some ink, and this seemed like the perfect thing to add to my collection. “Whaley, if you don’t⁠—” I’m silenced when he falls to his knees and gives a nice long lick to the tattoo. I can feel his heavy breaths against my skin as he rolls his forehead against my hip. He’s growling under his breath, the hands that are holding onto me tightening enough to leave bruises. “Not that I don't love where this is heading,"

"But a lotta people are staring now. Am I gonna have reason to use my pocketknife?” My dick twitches at the thought.

“No,” he growls, voice distant. “Shit like this happens all the time here, no-one cares.” He slowly gets up, his face hard as he seizes my throat and pulls me to him....

“Bathroom,” he barks. “Now.” I grin. Don't have to tell me twice. He drags me willingly into a stall, and when he shoves me to my knees to stuff my mouth full of his dick, I get my answer about the tattoo.

He fucking loves it.

“Are you still going to want to talk to me if I do go?” My eyes nearly bug out of my damn head when Raid gives Landon a smile. A real one. Raid never smiles. He smirks. Or grins. Frowns most of the time, really. The look he’s giving Landon though? Fuel for the fan fiction I’m going to write about them.

“Who else is gonna make sure you study?” Raid teases, nudging him right back. “Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Blaine hums under his breath from across the table, pulling my attention toward him. He’s looking between Raid and Landon with a questioning look on his face. He then looks at Silas who gives him a quick nod.

Raid and Landon… Yeah, that’s totally gonna fucking happen. I’d be shocked if it didn’t. “So… Anyone want to ...

“Not the way Bunk does it,” Raid explains. “Somehow, he always makes us look like the idiots.”

Blaine says, squirming in Silas’ lap when Silas’ hand migrates to what I can only assume is Blaine’s nipple.