Craving Trix (The Aces' Sons 1)

I pressed a kiss to the mole that my ten-year-old self had been so fascinated with.

“Was hoping for some tongue,” he joked, running his hand through my hair.

I licked his cheek.

“Aw, come on now,” he whined, dragging me until I was lying on top of him. “You want something to lick, I’ve got better parts for it.”

“We should probably talk first.”

“You’re naked, pressed up against me, and you want to talk?”

“How is this going to work?” I asked nervously.

“I’m going to push these boxers down and fuck you for the next two hours. That’s how it’s gonna work.”

I rolled my eyes at his disgruntled expression. “Are we announcing this? What is this? We’re together—”

“Yeah, we’re together. Didn’t we just discuss this?”

“You’re my boyfriend, then.”

“I’m not a boy. I’m your man and eventually, I’ll be your husband.”

“Getting a little ahead of ourselves aren’t we?” I asked with raised brows.

“Sweetbea, what do ya think we’re doin’ here?”

“Dating.”

“I don’t date,” he scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m well aware,” I said ruefully.

“Didn’t ever want to be with anyone long-term but you—wasn’t with you, wasn’t doin’ long term.”

“Just to be clear, long-term to you is more than a couple hours.”

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, sitting up and taking me with him so I was straddling his thighs. “You didn’t used to bust my balls.”

“Yeah, well, we never got naked together, either.” My words seemed to remind him that I was sitting there bare assed, because his eyes immediately dropped from my eyes to stare at my breasts.

“You can bust my balls as much as you want,” he said reverently as his long fingers cupped my breasts, making me laugh.

His eyes rose to meet mine again with a soft look. “I know I should say somethin’ good—somethin’ that you can remember later. But, fuck, Bea. I’m just so happy right now, can’t think of nothin’ to say.”

“That sounded good enough to me,” I replied quietly.

“Kiss me.”

I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his, my fingers roaming over his shoulders and neck. This wasn’t some frantic sex on a couch or against the wall. We had all the time in the world and I wanted to savor it.

He must have felt the same way, because his hands left my breasts in a smooth glide, and he wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me into a tight hug as our lips continued to play.

After a few moments, though, what little control I’d had over the situation was completely demolished as Cam’s hand ran up my back to tangle in my hair. His tongue tickled my top lip, then slid inside my mouth, curving to run over my front teeth.

I pulled away laughing.

“What’s funny?” he asked, smiling huge.

“That tickled.”

“Your teeth?”

“No, the roof of my mouth.” I dodged his mouth when it came for me again and stuffed my face into his neck, still giggling.

I yelped in surprise when he turned and threw his legs over the side of the bed. I tightened my arms around his neck as he wrapped my legs around his waist.

“What are you doing?” I breathed against his neck, making him shudder.

“Goin’ to your bed.”

“Why?”

“Cause that’s where we’ll be sleepin’ when we’re done.”

He walked to my room, his hands braced under my ass to keep me steady. Sometimes I didn’t notice how big Cam was—he was so familiar that I didn’t really think about it. However, looking over his shoulder as he carried me easily across the hall reminded me just how tall and strong he actually was.

“I love your bed,” he said seriously, as he pulled at my legs and dropped me on top of the comforter. “Have a lot of good ideas for this bed.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked as he pulled his boxers off. I couldn’t look. For the first time in our lives, we were completely naked and on display, and I was having a hard enough time not jumping up and locking myself in the bathroom. Instead, I focused on the small “B” he had tattooed on his chest. It wasn’t his first tattoo, or even the most recent, but it was the one that meant the most to me. B for Bellatrix. He’d gotten it during my freshman year in high school, something to cheer me up when I’d been dealing with mean girls. I don’t think that it had meant much to him at the time, he’d already been covered with tattoos, but for me, it had meant everything. It was my brand on his skin, and even through the years I’d avoided him, he’d never had it covered with something else.

“Yeah,” Cam breathed, looking me over. “But we’re gonna have to get a new one.”

I looked at him in confusion for a moment, then smiled. “You won’t fit.”

“I can fuck ya in it, not sure I can sleep in it without my feet hangin’ off the end.”