Love in Spades: Four Kings Security Book One (Four Kings Security #1)(11)

Sex was certainly happening in all corners of the club, but it was consensual and no money exchanged hands. Frank Ramirez prided himself on running a tight ship.

Getting through the crowd was slow, especially when Ace kept getting stopped by men hoping to hook up. Lucky’s voice came through his earpiece.

“Have I mentioned lately how much I love my job?”

Ace chuckled. “Remember you’re on the clock, so hands off the pretties.”

“You suck.”

“I do. Long and hard. But not right now.”

“Dick.”

“Really, Lucky?” Red laughed. “You know if you open that door, he’s going to walk right through it.”

“This is like trying to find a needle in a—what do you call it? Hayloft,” Lucky grumbled.

“You mean haystack,” Ace offered.

“Yeah, that. Haystack. A very sexy, half-naked haystack. ?Santo cielos! Perdóname, madresita mia.”

“I don’t even want to know what you’ve found that you’re asking your mother for forgiveness. How about you find me Colton Connolly?”

“Triplets, Ace. Triplets. Ola, mi amor. Ay, pero que belleza. Sí? Yo también. Te lo prometo.”

“Lucky,” Ace warned.

“Right. Work.”

It was like letting a wolf loose in a henhouse. Thankfully, Lucky valued his job, and his life, more than whatever orgy he was undoubtedly wishing he was in the middle of right now. No orgy was worth King’s wrath if he found out they’d fucked around while on the clock. Not that such a thing had ever happened, or would happen. As crazy as Ace drove King with his actions sometimes, he never crossed that line, the one that would put the Kings’ professionalism or reputation into question. They were too damned good at what they did to be distracted by a pretty face or spectacular ass. Ace came to an abrupt halt, and for the first time since opening Four Kings Security, he found himself repeating those words in his head.

He’d found Colton Connolly.

There was no missing him. Not because he was jaw-droppingly gorgeous with a face that screamed classic Hollywood and a body that tried to make Ace’s dick spontaneously combust, but because he was wearing a red shirt so blindingly bright—not to mention so tight it looked painted on—that it was impossible not to see him. The scarlet button-down shirt stood out against his tanned skin and black dress slacks. When he straightened to his full height, he towered over almost everyone. At six foot five, his body wasn’t bulky, but lean with a trim waist Ace could easily wrap his hands around, a waist currently being gripped by a heavily muscled man plastered to his back while a shorter man was pressed to his front. The man at his front wedged his hands between Colton’s ass and the other guy’s groin. Another five men danced around them, circling like sharks, waiting to get a piece of Colton. Mr. Colton Connolly clearly did not know the meaning of lying low.

Ace pressed the PTT button on the concealed microphone clipped to the inside of his jacket sleeve. “I’ve got eyes on Colton. I’m going in. Stand by.”

“Copy that,” Lucky replied.

“Copy that,” Red echoed.

Ace gently pushed men out of his way, his eyes on Colton, who moved his hips in a way that should be illegal. His lips were parted, and his arms were up and around the neck of the man behind him. Colton’s legs were impossibly long, and Ace could easily imagine them wrapped around him, those long fingers caressing, squeezing. Colton’s skin was slick with sweat, a wave of fair hair falling over his brow. The man oozed sex and sophistication.

Okay, get ahold of yourself.

Ace approached the men, and when he reached them, he spoke loud enough to be heard over the music. “Excuse me.” He stood just over the shoulder of the guy at Colton’s front, his height allowing Colton to see him. Their eyes met, and time slowed, everything going out of focus except for Colton, who stood bright and vibrant in front of him like some ethereal god. Fuck, he was stunning. Ace sucked in a sharp breath at the intensity of those striking blue-gray eyes, and the world came crashing back. Colton’s gaze dropped to Ace’s lips, and his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Oh yes, please.”

Ace hadn’t expected the deep rumble dripping with sex that was Colton’s voice. It sent a shiver through him, and he found himself coughing into his hand to regain control.

“Can I talk to you in private for a minute?”

Colton shook his head, shouting over the music. “No, but you can dance with me.” He kissed the cheek of the man who’d been humping his leg, then pushed him to one side, grabbed Ace, and dragged him in front of him, their bodies pressed together. At six foot one, Ace was hardly a short man, but Coltan had four inches on him, which was certainly a new experience. Ace needed to talk to the guy in private, or better yet, convince Colton to leave with him. He hoped Colton wasn’t the kind to cause a scene. Colton shoved his knee between Ace’s legs and grabbed his ass.

Shit, the guy was stronger than he looked, and horny as hell, judging by the raging hard-on pressing into Ace.

“Fuck.” Ace was so close he could feel Colton’s hot breath on his skin. He closed his hands around Colton’s wrists and moved the man’s hands away from his ass, bringing them up to trap them between them. Colton splayed his hands against Ace’s chest, his lips curled up sinfully.