Chapter 31
ACE
Jack said whatever it takes—whatever it takes to stop her crying. Whatever it takes to make her feel better. Whatever it takes to make her happy again. He's given me the all-clear, and I plan on making the most of that.
With her face cupped in both hands, Rook leans in and kisses her—slow and gentle, testing at first. But then her mouth opens and their tongues touch.
I can see where they meet, wet and pink, twisting together.
Rook deepens the kiss, his hand slipping to the back of her head, and Camile lets out a little moan.
But then Rook breaks apart from her.
“Fuck,” he curses, dipping his chin.
He glances over to me, and I know exactly what he's thinking—that he shouldn't be kissing her, that we've all been warned off. But I shake my head. What he's doing is helping.
"It's okay," I tell him. "The Prez said to do whatever it took to make her feel better. I think that's making her feel better."
She's definitely not crying anymore.
"He did?" Rook asks suspiciously, as though he thinks I'm setting him up.
"He did," I assure him.
Maybe I should feel jealous, seeing my beautiful girl kissing another man. But oddly, I don't.
In fact, the opposite is true. My dick jumps in my pants, and I want to see it again.
"Make her feel good," I tell Rook as though Camile isn’t even there. "You're helping."
He leans in and kisses her again. She whimpers and fists the neck of his shirt, pulling him closer, sliding beneath him on the bed until he's covering her with his body, her jean-clad legs wrapped around his hips.
Fuck me, that's hot.
He grinds against her, and she pushes her hips up into him, clearly wanting more.
With my own erection gaining strength, I round the bed to sit on the opposite side.
I study Camile’s face. Yes, she’s definitely stopped crying now. This is working. Making her happy. That’s what we need to do.
Maybe it’s wrong and could be seen as taking advantage of her, but I don’t think so. She was upset, and now she’s not. That’s what matters. It’s beautiful, really, in its simplicity.
I slide onto the bed beside them. “My turn,” I tell Rook, giving his shoulder a small shove.
He rolls to one side but stays connected with her, one of his calves hooked over her shin, his arm still around her waist.
She blinks at me with those big, dark eyes. “Ace,” she says, all breathy.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Princess.”
She gives a tiny nod, and I place my lips to hers. Her lips are so soft, and slightly damp and puffy from kissing Rook. I push my tongue inside her mouth and am rewarded with the same groan she gave him.
Rook slides his hand inside her shirt, his palm covering her breast. From his movements, I can tell he’s rolling and squeezing her nipple. Her breathing grows more ragged, our kisses more frantic.
I want her naked, and, from the way he’s touching her, so does Rook.
I break the kiss this time. “Let’s get you out of this shirt.”
“We shouldn’t,” she murmurs.
“Oh, but we should,” I say. “Let us make you feel better, beautiful. Let us worship you.”
She sits up and allows me to pull the shirt over her head.
“And this?” I ask, tweaking a bra strap.
She nods, and Rook and I work together to rid her of the bra. She reclines on the bed, her gaze moving between us. Her cheeks and throat are flushed pink, and she looks so sexy, it’s amazing I don’t come in my jeans.
Fuck, she has beautiful breasts. Her nipples are a dusky brown, and my mouth waters to suck one. Except Rook gets there first, ducking his head over the breast closest to him and pulling her nipple into his mouth.
Rook and I have never shared a woman before, but this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve experienced something…
intimate… together. At the hazing, things got pretty interesting, but we don’t talk about that.
We’re never talking about that. What happens at the hazing, stays at the hazing.
But I will admit it’s drifted into my thoughts on more than one occasion, and maybe I’ve jerked off over it.
I’m only human, after all. I wonder if Rook has done the same, or if he’s put the experience firmly out of his mind.
Working together, Rook and I peel her jeans off her legs. She’s in only her panties now, and fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. It’s not the first time I’ve seen her like this, but it is Rook’s, and he looks like he’s going to lose his mind.
“I want to taste every inch of your skin,” he tells her.
“Yes, please,” she gasps.
I kiss her mouth, while Rook works his way down, taking her panties with him, baring her to us both. He stops between her thighs, pressing her open, and just stares at her pussy for a long moment. There’s a look of awe on his face, and I get it. Camile has the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.
She squirms. “Please, Rook.”
“I’ve tasted her pussy before,” I tell Rook. “She’s delicious.”
He seems a little surprised at my admission, but then Camile whimpers and lifts her hips. “Please, Rook. Lick my pussy.”