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

gesture.
    Not that Ace blamed her.
    Cruz tugged Rachel back against his body, trapping her there with one big hand splayed across her abdomen. He stroked the other hand up her body and stared at Ace over her shoulder. “Pants, Ace. Now.”
    Ace had his belt unbuckled before the last word faded.
    Rachel made a soft noise—of need, of pleasure, of supplication—as Cruz kissed her neck and teased her nipples. He tugged and twisted the metal rings that pierced the taut tips, toying with her until goosebumps rose on her bare flesh.
    Ace fumbled his boots off as Cruz's voice twined around both of them. “Look at him. He wants to touch you so badly, he's shaking.”
    “I know the feeling.” Rachel inhaled sharply. “Let me?”
    “Soon,” Cruz promised, tilting her head up so he could kiss her.
    Oh, that was distracting as hell, too. Another work of art, the sheer perfection of them melding together. The contrast of hard muscles against soft curves, the way Rachel's neck stretched into a vulnerable arc as Cruz held her chin and bent to kiss her. It would take Ace weeks to get the shape of his fingers just right, to capture the essence of Cruz—strong, firm, demanding. Tender, gentle, protective.
    Ace kicked free of his jeans, his cock so hard it ached, his heart captivated.
    Cruz broke the kiss with a groan and turned all that strong, firm demand toward him. “Lie down.”
    Ace stretched out on the blankets, and he knew exactly where they were going now. He'd helped shape the filthier twists and turns of Cruz's mind, after all. He'd coaxed him down all those dark alleys, convinced him to embrace his desires. And it was fucking fun to sprawl back on the mattress and let it play out—
    “Go,” Cruz murmured, urging Rachel down to her knees. “You can take him as deep as you want, just don't let him come.”
    — especially when letting it play out meant Rachel crawling across the floor, her lips parted, her eyes sparking with mischief. “Jeez, Cruz. A Monet and a blowjob. Was I a very good boy?”
    Cruz tried not to laugh, but Ace knew that growling sound meant victory. “Almost never.”
    “You're something better.” Rachel edged slowly toward him. “You're Ace.” Her palms brushed his upper thighs. “You're ours .”
    Two more words he'd never get over. He had scars on his side, proof of how close he'd come to being no one's. Nothing. But even before his brush with death, he'd still been too stupid to see what was standing in front of him. Two people— two —who loved him too much to let him go.
    A hundred Monets had nothing on that.
    Ace let himself reach for Rachel. Her hair was silk beneath his fingers, golden honey in the candlelight and so familiar curled around his fist. He loved the way she sucked in a quick breath when he tightened his grip. “I'm yours, angel. What are you going to do with me?”
    “That's easy.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock, a gentle caress that turned into a firm squeeze as she reached the base. “I'm going to love you.”
    “Cheater,” he whispered, tugging on her hair. “How am I supposed to chide you for not being filthy when you're saying shit like that?”
    She dipped her head to hide a smile, then kept going until her lips grazed the head of his dick. “You're not,” she whispered, her warm breath feathering over him. “You just...take me the way that I am.”
    The same way she took him, metaphorically and literally, deliciously , engulfing the first few inches of his cock in wetness and warmth. He let his head drop back to the cushions, only vaguely aware of Cruz as he moved around them, readying the next stages of a plan Ace couldn't bring himself to think too much about with Rachel sucking his dick.
    Then she cried out around him, the sound vibrating through him as she squirmed and sucked harder.
    He forced his eyes open and found Cruz kneeling behind Rachel, gripping her hip with one hand. Ace knew where the other was—inside her, those big, strong