Beyond Happily Ever After: Blank Canvas (Beyond #6.6) Read Free

her eyes was only transcended by the yearning, and Ace couldn't blame her. She'd been begging Cruz for weeks, but he'd taken his time preparing her, progressing with implacable patience and an absolute refusal to rush. Some things Cruz would bend on, but being sure Rachel could handle what they were giving to her?
    In that, he and Cruz would always be on the same fucking page.
    “Tonight,” Cruz replied, his voice a low, seductive rumble that turned his next words into something straight up obscene. “Tonight, you can have both our cocks in your pussy at the same time. That's what you want, isn't it?”
    Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling a little faster with each passing heartbeat. “I want everything you'll give me.”
    Cruz tilted his head to look at him, and Ace knew what his job was. He gripped Rachel's chin and shook his head. “Our soldier-man is precise , Rae. Be a sweet girl and tell him what you want in your pussy.”
    “I want your—” She licked her lips. “Your cocks. I want you to fuck me at the same time.”
    Sweet Jesus , he would never get used this. How her cheeks flushed and her voice trembled when she put her fantasies into words. Her nervousness hadn't diminished, only shifted focus. In the earliest days she'd been uncertain, embarrassed of the things she wanted, unsure if they'd want them too.
    Now she knew they'd give her anything she asked for. Her shaking was the good kind of nerves, all mixed up with anticipation and growing arousal. And when they got her burning hot enough, all those dirty words would spill effortlessly from her tongue.
    That was always when Ace knew they had her.
    Cruz slipped his hands under her shirt to guide it up. Ace released her and tore his own shirt over his head, barely having the presence of mind to toss it away from the candles. Cruz was more methodical, setting her shirt aside before smoothing her disheveled hair back into place. “Stand up, sweetheart.”
    She was trembling when she rose. The candlelight cast her face into dark shadow even as it gleamed off her skin and glinted off the jeweled piercings in both of her nipples. Cruz began unlacing her boots, still the methodical man on a mission. But for a moment Ace could only stare, committing the moment to memory with feverish desperation. Because this was art, too. Her curves and dips, the way light and shadow played with each one. She was rising out of darkness and disappearing into it, as ethereal and otherworldly as the angel he'd tattooed on her skin.
    Ace lifted his fingers, followed the outlines of the angel's fluttering dress and silvery wings, and remembered—how she'd writhed, screamed, how she had come for them. He'd had to finish the tattoo another day, because when Rachel got hot and trembly and needy, he'd would dive out of a moving car if it meant getting to her, getting in her.
    “That was the first time,” Cruz murmured, his fingers brushing Ace's before moving to Rachel's zipper. “The first time we were both inside you.”
    “I remember.” Her voice was shaking now too, the finest quiver of lust and longing. “It still didn't seem real, that I could reach for either of you and touch you instead of grabbing on to nothing.”
    Ace kissed her side, tracing the tattoo with his tongue before rocking up to his knees. Her piercings beckoned, glittering in the candlelight, and he licked the tip of one nipple. “Grab on to us, angel.”
    Cruz urged her pants down her legs, and she braced her hands on Ace's shoulders as she stepped free of the denim. Her head fell back as Cruz slid his hands back up her legs, and she was biting her lip by the time he hooked his fingers in her panties and peeled them off.
    When she was naked, gloriously naked, Cruz rose and circled her, his fingertips dragging up her arm to linger on her elbow. That was all the prompting it took. Still breathing unsteadily, Rachel folded her arms behind her back, eagerly obedient to Cruz's smallest