Page 37 of Malice and Surrender
I smiled wide and looked down to where my cock disappeared inside his ass. He felt incredible. That was the only word for how Jace made me feel with every touch. He always had. Closing my eyes, I let myself go, and there was no holding back.
“Holy fuck, yes,” Jace yelled, and I was too lost in my own pleasure to care that everyone downstairs may have just heard me fucking Jace Everly. Trying to keep our relationship secret was a full-time job.
Where anyone else would wear it as a badge of honor and try to get themselves in a tabloid, I wanted nothing to do with that. The stardom, screaming fans, the red carpet, and fancy afterparties were his thing. What we had was ours alone. It was our private time to be who we really were and love one another without putting on a show.
Whenever he came to town, he always took different ways to get to our place. He never got caught up in any drama, so the paparazzi never chased him around waiting for their next big photo. Anything they did for publicity was always staged, and his manager would invite all the photographers. It didn’t matter that it was fake. The pictures sold, which was all they cared about, so they left Jace alone the rest of the time.
Draping myself over his body, I clapped a hand over his mouth as he got louder. He groaned behind my hand, and his body shuddered a moment before he came. I couldn’t hold back any longer and released his cock for him to finish off and gripped his hips with both hands.
My head fell back, staring up at the ceiling as my body pushed past that glorious peak. I opened my mouth, silently screaming, as my body went rigid with the powerful release that gripped me in its clutches. Legs weak and wobbly, I stumbled back and leaned against the tiled wall, trying to catch my breath.
Jace recovered first, turning to face me. I couldn’t get over that this man was mine, and I was terrified that I would ruin it with the next thing I asked of him.
He molded himself to my body until no part remained untouched and bit my bottom lip.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said.
There was a sadness in his eyes that I understood all too well. We only had a few more stolen hours, and then he was gone again. I hated it. Every damn second he was gone, I yearned for the next stolen day or night, but I would never ask him to give up doing what he loved. Music had been a lifeline for him during a very dark time, and he was amazing. His talent needed to be shared.
Cupping his face, I kissed him hard and tried to convey every last bit of emotion I felt into the kiss. “I love you too.”
Our eyes locked, and neither of us moved, trying desperately to stop time, just for a little longer. Swallowing down the fear lodged in my throat, I held Jace tighter like that would help convince him to say yes.
“What is it? Something is wrong. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me,” Jace said, his muscles tensing. “Are you breaking up with me?”
My mouth fell open. “Are you crazy? No, of course not. I’ve told you before that you’re stuck with me until I die or you get sick of me, whichever comes first.”
His lip pulled up, and his teasing eyes shimmered. “Okay, then, what’s wrong? I know you well enough to know when you’re holding something back that you don’t want to say.”
“I can never hide anything from you.” Grabbing the soap off the shower stand, I squirted more than I needed in my hand and began cleaning Jace’s body.
Jace gripped my chin, his eyes commanding the answer.
“I’m scared to ask this of you,” I said honestly.
“Scared? What the hell would you have to be scared of?” His brow furrowed with confusion.
“That you’ll say we’re over. You’ll say I’m breaking one of our rules and decide that life with me is no longer what you want.”
Jace stepped back but placed both palms on the wall by my head. His muscles flexed, and he looked exactly like the dominating ass he could be. I’d seen this look more than once, especially when he thought I was being stupid about something.
If there was one thing Jace was not known for, it was tact. He had none, not even a tiny bit. If he thought you were an asshole, he told you to your face, just like that. If something tasted bad, sounded horrible, or in this case, was stupid, he told you. He would never make it as a politician, so it was a good thing he preferred singing.
“Did you get hit in the head?” I smirked and snorted. “Seriously, Avro. I’ve been in love with you since we were ten. Do you really think I’m just going to walk away now because you asked for a favor?”
“You haven’t heard the favor,” I countered.
“All right, what is it? What is so terrible that you think I would want to end us?” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back. I licked my lips. Damn, he was sexier every time I saw him.
I took a deep breath and jumped off the proverbial diving board into the deep end. “I want us to go exclusive with Raine,” I blurted out. “And I may have already told her that you’d be exclusive with us,” I finished in a rush and then waited for the explosion.
“I’m sorry, you want what?”
Sighing, I rolled out my shoulders and stood up straight. “Jace, I’m tired of the different partners coming in and out of our lives. I’m tired of seeing you all over the world with people other than me or someone of our choosing on your arm at parties. I’m simply tired of seeing you a grand total of twenty-five days a year.”
I ran my hand through my hair. “I love you. I love you with everything I have, but I want more, and I’m lonely all the time without you. I know that I promised we wouldn’t have this discussion until you were done with tour commitment, but….” I held out my arms. “It’s how I feel, and I don’t know what to do. I wasn’t searching for Raine, but she’s everything we ever wanted, and I fell in love with her.”
Jace held up his finger, his eyes hard as he stared at me, which did nothing to comfort me. “Let me get this straight. You not only want to add a permanent third person—someone you decided on before speaking with me or letting me meet her any of the other times I was in town, to our relationship—but now you want me to travel the world alone without any form of physical interaction with anyone at all.”
