Chapter 22
ROOK
She’s so fucking perfect.
So full of fire and determination when, instead, her light could have been extinguished. Even after everything she’s been through, she’s the one defending me and trying to make me feel better.
That understanding knocks something loose in my head. She shouldn’t be doing that. I should be the one holding space for her, not the other way around. I need to be stronger.
Ace is still shooting me glares. While Camile seems to have forgiven me, I’m not sure Ace will be so quickly won over. If it wasn’t for Camile, he’d have probably broken a few bones by now. I’d have let him, too, as it feels like the least I deserve.
She walks up to us and takes my hand, her fingers warm, and then reaches for Ace’s hand. He looks like he’s going to refuse for a moment, but then he surrounds her palm with his. She tugs us both closer, so we’re only a couple of feet apart, with her in the middle.
“The other night, when it was the three of us together, was so special to me. I don’t want that to be tarnished because of those other men. If we let them do that, then they’ll have won.”
Ace grinds his teeth. “Every time I look at him, it’s all I can see, how you must have been in pain, and how those fuckers were watching.”
“That’s not what I see when I look at Rook,” she says. “I see the man who protected me with his body, not the man who hurt me.”
“We were the ones who saved you.” Ace’s eyes narrow. “Saved both of you.”
He’s right, and I dip my head, the shame still with me. “Thanks, man.”
Camile steps in. “But Rook saved me, too, Ace, in his own way. You might not approve of what he did, but it’s true.
Now, the way I see it, Rook saved me, and you saved me, and then you made Ledger pay, so why don’t we celebrate the win?
” She turns to me. “Ace punished Ledger for what those men made us do. Punished him with a broken broom handle.”
Ace grins. “Oh, and I came all over his face.”
What the fuck?
She blinks. “You did?”
“Yeah.” Ace gives us both a deranged grin. “He lost his load as well. He didn’t like it, though. He cried afterward.”
“Good,” I snap.
Camile looks between us both, like she’s watching a game of tennis. “See, we’re all on the same side. Now, kiss and make up.” She tugs on both our hands. “I mean it.”
I don’t know what to say. Ace is the one who’s angry with me, not the other way around, and, as far as I can tell, he still is.
But he lets go of Camile’s hand and brings himself to stand directly in front of me.
I have no idea what he’s going to do next, but that’s Ace for you.
He’s so fucking unpredictable. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s just decided to break my nose.
Ace plants his palms either side of my jaw, leans in and smacks his lips directly against mine.
I’m not sure how to take it, so I automatically open my mouth at the same time he does.
I jerk in shock when our tongues touch. I can feel his stubble, and his lips are harder against mine than Camile’s, or any girl I’ve been with.
I can feel his strength and power coiled against me, and there’s something raw and hot about that.
My cock jumps and my brain automatically takes me back to the hazing. I passed with flying colors, but the events of the last couple of days have definitely reminded me of it. Not that we talk about the hazing.
Beside us, Camile lets out a groan. “Okay, that’s hot. Now you’ve both made me wet.”
We pull apart, our attention fully focused on her at those words.
“I don’t want to have full sex,” she tells us hastily. “I’m not ready for that yet. But it would be nice to touch a little. Just make each other feel good.”
Ace shoots me another look, and this time it’s a lot more eager and a lot less aggressive than previous ones. “We can do that.”
I hold his gaze, my blue against his green. “Agreed.”
She takes our hands again and heads to the bedroom. We both follow her like obedient puppies as she leads us to the bed.
“No pressure, okay?” she says, and I know she’s addressing me. “No full sex. We’re just playing. Having some fun together.”
Again, she’s thinking about me, and how I might feel in this situation. My heart swells with emotion for her. How the hell have I been lucky enough to have this girl come into my life?
Ace and I take up position on either side of her on the bed. We work together, ridding her of her clothing. She has bruises and scrapes that weren’t there before, and I plant a kiss to the one on her shoulder, and Ace scoots down the bed to kiss the mark on her hip.
“Gentle,” she breathes, her eyes slipping shut.
Together, we cover her body in featherlight kisses and licks and nibbles. She parts her thighs, and we both reach between them.
She reaches down, too, presses both our hands together. “Can I feel you both inside me, like before?”
Across her body, I lock eyes with Ace, and he jerks his chin in agreement.
We both push a finger inside her slick, wet heat.
It’s strange, feeling Ace’s touch with Camile’s pussy wrapped around us.
I wonder what it would feel like for us both to have our cocks inside her in this way.
I picture Ace’s cock and mine pressed together while her tight walls surround us, how it would feel to have her orgasm and for both of us to come together.
God, I’d feel Ace’s cum flooding my cock and he’d feel mine.
I wouldn’t dream of pushing that idea on her right now, considering she’s still healing, but I can see it happening in our future, if she stays.
Would she agree to it, taking two dicks in her pussy? Fuck, I hope so.
My dick likes the idea, too, and it jerks. Knowing there’s no pressure to keep an erection this time makes it easier. I glance over at Ace. He’s already got his cock out, and he’s slowly masturbating, while his other hand moves with mine between her legs, both our fingers thrusting inside her.
She twists her face to kiss Ace, so I duck my head to suckle on one of her dark, pointy nipples. Her hips rise and fall, undulating to meet our touch. She lets out little moans and whimpers that are so fucking sexy.
I have a sudden flashback to us in that outbuilding, a reel in my head playing of me with my cock rammed hard into her ass.
For one crazy moment, I fight the intrusive thought of me doing that to her now, just flipping her over and taking her ass hard while I pin her down.
I would never, so why have I even thought it?
Why am I aroused by it? Then the gun—fuck, the gun—jumps into my head.
Cold, hard metal. The image of what it would do to me, to both of us, if it went off.
My erection starts to deflate.
I release her nipple and shift position, dragging myself down her body.
I need to quell the panic rising inside me, so I focus on her.
Not my own impending freakout. With my finger still inside her, next to Ace’s, I cover her clit with my mouth.
She lets out a whimper, and her hips rise to meet my mouth.
All I care about is pleasing her. This isn’t for me. This is to help her heal.
The taste of her arousal coats my tongue, and I suckle harder.
I flick my tongue and lightly graze her clit with my teeth.
It’s so swollen, and each time I pay it extra attention, her pussy contracts around my fingers.
I keep going, building her higher and higher.
I’m aware of Ace fucking his fist and kissing her hard, his other hand still between her thighs
“Oh, God, I’m close, I’m close,” she cries as she breaks off the kiss.
Her entire body trembles, every muscle as taut as the strings on a bow.
Her breathing changes, going from frantic little gasps to moments where it’s trapped in her chest as she notches higher.
I urge her on, wanting to give her this moment more than anything.
I make sure not to change my speed or pressure, sticking with what is working, and work it does.
With a scream of pleasure, her body arches from the bed.
She shakes and shudders, and still, I don’t stop suckling her clit or pressing my finger inside her.
We work her through it until every last drop of pleasure has been wrung from her body.
Ace lets out a grunt, and milky cum rains down across Camile’s stomach and thighs.
The image of his cum on her skin is another unwelcome reminder of what those men did to her. But when Camile looks down her body, she gives a contented hum and reaches down to rub him in, as if it’s body lotion.
“Thank you,” she says to Ace. “You being on my skin has helped wash them off better than any shower could.”
The three of us fall back on the bed, Camile in the middle and me and Ace on either side.
We’re all still breathing hard. Even though I didn’t come—and to be honest, I’m not sure if I could—I’m content that she is sated.
In a way, I wish I could do what Ace did for her, but I’m also not sure she’d welcome my contribution in quite the same way.
No matter what I tell myself, I’m finding it hard to do this, to know my place after everything that’s happened.
“Do you think Ghost likes me?” she asks suddenly, still lying on her back, her flushed chest rising and falling. “I mean, likes me the way you both do?”
Her question drags me out of my own head and stops me from dooming about my future and my place in this club.
“Ghost is kind of hard to read,” Ace says, “but yeah, I think so. Do you want him to?” His eyebrows raise.
She nibbles on her lower lip. “How would you feel about that?”
He frowns. “What about Jack?”
“What about Jack?” she parrots. Her pretty dark eyes grow glassy with tears. “He hasn’t even come to see if I’m all right.”
“Do we think Jack will be okay with it if Ghost were to join us? Or are you asking if Jack is ever likely to want to join us?” Ace checks.
She wrinkles her cute little nose. “I guess maybe both.”
“Honestly, Princess,” Ace says, “who the fuck knows what Jack is thinking. He does like you, though. He wouldn’t have put the club through all of this if he didn’t. But Jack is…”
“Jack,” I finish unhelpfully.
She lets out a sigh that comes from deep in her lungs. “Yeah, I know.”
“He feels responsible for things that happened in the past,” Ace tells her. “And he feels as if he carries the weight of this club. I do things because I want to, Jack does them because he thinks he should. Do you see the difference?”
She wriggles in the bed. “I guess so. You didn’t answer my question about Ghost. How would you feel?”
Ace purses his lips, thinking. “I don’t know. Ghost is fucking weird and a bit scary.”
I don’t miss the way his face turns pink, though, and neither does Camile.
“You’re blushing,” she exclaims. “What gives?”
Ace kisses her forehead and avoids the question by asking one of his own. “So, how are you feeling about the party later?”
Way to change the subject. I smirk to myself. I think Ace finds the idea of Ghost joining us pretty hot.
She turns her head one way and then the other, taking us in. “Will you both go with me?”
“Of course,” we say in unison.
“Then I think I’ll be all right. I’d like to go. Maybe it would be good for me to let my hair down, have some fun and chill out.” Her brow furrows. “And Ledger is still locked away, right? There’s no chance of him getting to me?”
“Zero chance,” Ace confirms.