Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Gunner

A ce was so quiet and so still for so long, I thought he’d fallen asleep. But nope—my boy was just relaxing, and now…

Well, now, he was teasing the fuck out of me, the little shit.

His hand slipped under my shirt and slid up my chest. I sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled at my nipple, twisting it in his fingers before he released it and smoothed his fingertips over it. I grunted, my cock plumping when he did the same to my other nipple.

I didn’t have a jacket on—just my long-sleeve shirt—and I was cold. But with the way Ace was toying with me, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was hot and burning for him. And like fuck would I deny him. I gave no fucks who could hear or see us. If my boy wanted me, he could have me. Anywhere. Any fucking time.

“Ace baby,” I rasped when he sucked at the skin of my neck right above my pulse point, “you’re fucking killing me.” I groaned, letting my head fall back so he had better access when he swept his tongue over my pulse.

He leaned back to look down at me, his blue eyes darkened to a blue-gray color. Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to mine, immediately parting his sweet lips for me. Growling, I gripped the back of his neck and slid my tongue into his mouth, moaning at the taste of him. Gripping his hip with my other hand, I rolled his hips down on me, rocking mine up into him so our cocks slid together through our jeans.

He whimpered, the sound like music to my ears. “That’s it, sweet boy,” I rasped, urging him on. He panted into my mouth, his hips rolling and rocking against mine as he chased his release. “Take what you need from Papa, baby. God , you feel so good.” I ripped my mouth from his to suck at the skin of his neck, leaving my mark there. “You’re so fucking pretty, sweet boy.” I leaned back, watching as he moaned and clutched at my shirt, his fingers curled into fists as he thrust against me. “Look at you. So sweet. So perfect?—”

The back door opened, and Jax stepped out. His eyes locked on us, and he grimaced. “Jesus fuck ,” he muttered before storming back inside, slamming the door behind him.

I wasn’t even sure if Ace was aware we’d been interrupted. His eyes were rolling back in his head, and then, he was shuddering. “Papa,” he gasped, tugging me closer, the front of his jeans dampening. “I—I?—”

I kissed him hard, our teeth clashing. He shook in my arms, little whines falling from his lips. When he was finished, I stood, cradling him in my arms with one arm beneath his ass and my other wrapped around him. “I got you, baby,” I assured him as I opened the back door and stepped inside. Jax was setting the table, and he looked up at us, shaking his head.

“He needs a shower,” I told them.

Jax snorted. “Bet he fucking does.”

Ace flipped him the middle finger before lifting his head, looking at Jax over my shoulder as I headed for the stairs. “As if I don’t hear you fucking Blakely on the floor every single night.” I snorted because Ace wasn’t wrong. Blakely was not quiet.

“As if we don’t hear Gunner spanking you and you fucking him every fucking night,” Jax retorted.

Ace stuck his tongue out at him. “When I’m healed and he can fuck me, it’ll be even worse,” Ace retorted. “His cock is?—”

“ Enough , baby,” I warned with a quiet laugh I couldn’t smother, gently swatting his ass. He leaned back a little to frown at me as I ascended the stairs. I arched a brow at him. “I don’t need your brother knowing how big my dick is.”

“Yeah—not my thing,” Jax called as I stepped into the loft.

“Well, knowing how wet Blakely’s pussy is isn’t my thing either!” Ace shouted to him.

I snickered and headed for the bathroom, setting Ace gently onto the countertop. After I started the shower, I turned back to face him, silently helping him strip out of his clothes. I groaned when I saw the cum sticking to his length. Slowly sinking to my knees between his spread thighs, I lapped his cum up. He groaned, his fingers sliding into my hair and tugging at the strands like I was the only thing tethering him to the earth. My scalp smarted, but I welcomed the sting.

“Your mouth feels so good, Papa.” He sighed when I pulled off of him, licking my lips. “Thank you.”

“For?” I asked, pulling my clothes off. The way he stared at me as I did so had my balls aching. He looked like he wanted to devour me.

Fuck, I’d let him if he truly wanted to.

“For being you,” he said quietly, looking up at me with big blue eyes full of love and adoration. My entire fucking soul melted into a puddle. “I’ve never felt this safe in my life. Even when Dorman took me, I didn’t allow myself to succumb to the fear because deep down, I knew you were coming for me.”

I cupped his cheeks, stepping between his open thighs. I tilted his head back so he was looking up at me. “I will always come for you, Ace baby. You hear me? Always . There’s not a fucking thing in this world that will ever stop me from coming to you when you need me.”

He pressed his hands to the countertop, then pushed up, pressing his lips to mine. “I never thought I’d find a Papa like you,” he confessed. “I’m weirdly glad I knocked myself out.”

I snorted and rested my forehead on his because I understood what he meant. If he hadn’t injured himself, we wouldn’t have found each other. “Honestly, you and me both, baby.”

Ace narrowed his eyes at Jax. “Can you stop slurping?” he snapped.

Blakely snickered. Jax looked at her, arching a brow. “You want me to stop slurping, baby?” He’d been intentionally doing shit like this ever since we sat down at dinner. Around Ace and Blakely, he was so much different from the cold, callous asshole I’d been led to believe he was. Sure, I could clearly still tell he just didn’t know how to process certain emotions, but he was a good guy. Reliable. Trustworthy. And he’d do anything for my boy to keep him safe.

“Jax,” she hissed. “Can you stop? I’m sure Gunner would like to eat his meal without picturing us…”

“Fucking?” he supplied.

“Okay, seriously,” Ace bit out, dropping his spoon in his bowl, which made the stew splash over the sides. He winced and quickly grabbed his napkin, cleaning the mess up, casting me an apologetic look. He was always so damn sweet for me. “I know you caught me getting off earlier, but can you just… quit with the jokes? I’m trying to eat here.”

I arched a brow at Ace. “Technically, baby, you started it when you told Jax to stop trying to make out with Blakely when he was just giving her a kiss.”

Ace huffed, throwing his arms up and almost knocking his root beer over. I quickly grabbed the glass and slid it back, shooting him a stern look, to which he shot me a sheepish smile. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” he pouted. God, he was so fucking adorable.

“I know if you don’t stop being overdramatic, I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank you,” I warned him. “You almost knocked over your root beer.”

His eyes did that hazy thing they always did when I threatened a spanking, and I smirked. My boy was a slut for my palm on his backside. He gave no fucks who might hear either—clearly. He begged for a spanking every single night, even when the house was dead quiet and he knew Blakely and Jax would overhear.

“I dare you,” he tested.

I slid my chair back and patted my thigh. He froze, his breath hitching in his chest. Jax leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, amusement glimmering in his dark eyes. Blakely looked a mix between horrified and a little excited. I arched a brow at my boy when he continued to just sit in his chair, practically vibrating with nervous energy.

“Well?” I asked. “You dared me. So come on. Get over here and drape your pretty body over my lap, sweet boy.”

“Sweet my ass,” Jax muttered. I ignored him, though my boy, of course, rose to the bait.

“Oh, fuck you,” Ace snapped at him.

“Ace!” I barked, dragging his eyes back to me. “My lap. Now .”

That did the trick. He quickly got off his chair and walked over to me, laying his torso over my thighs. He gripped my pants in his fists, his body quivering as I dragged his sweats down just enough to reveal the curve of his backside.

“Papa…” he croaked.

I rubbed my palm over his soft skin. “Color?”

He shivered. “Green, Papa,” he said quietly.

I smacked my palm down on his ass, the crack loud in the otherwise silent room. Blakely gasped at the same time Ace did. I paid her no mind, my attention on my boy. I rubbed my palm over the sore spot, then smacked him again. He whimpered, thrusting his hardening length against my thigh, not even caring that Blakely and Jax could hear and see him.

After three more smacks, I sat him up, fixing his clothes before I tugged him onto my lap, peppering kisses to his cheeks. “Feel better?” I asked him, gently kneading the tender skin of his ass.

He nodded, his eyes all hazy and warm. “Yes, Papa.”

I scooted back toward the table and slid his bowl over to me, along with his soda. Scooping up a spoonful of stew, I held it to his lips. He obediently opened for me.

“You good, sweetheart?” Jax asked. I looked up to see him looking at Blakely, an intense, dark look shimmering in his eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils were blown wide.

“I—” She cleared her throat, nodding at him as she licked her lips. “I’m okay,” she croaked.

He smirked at her, something dark and primal lingering in his gaze as he raked his eyes over her like a predator who’d finally caught sight of his prey. “I’ll give you yours later, sweetheart.” He reached out and pulled down her bottom lip, revealing the bottom row of her perfectly straight, white teeth. “Don’t you worry.”

I looked back at Ace, who was still lost in the little haze spankings put him in. I nuzzled his cheek before turning his head to softly kiss him. “You took your spanking so well. Papa’s proud of you.”

He beamed at me, then opened his mouth for another bite of food.

God, he was fucking everything , and I was the lucky son of a bitch who got to call him my boy.