Love in Spades: Four Kings Security Book One (Four Kings Security #1)(13)

Ace gritted his teeth, his hands balled into fists at his side.

“I didn’t think so.”

If that’s how Colton wanted to play it, Ace was all in. He followed the two men toward the back of the club, through a set of thick black curtains that led to a narrow hall with rows of curtained-off sections to each side. The music drowned out the moans and grunts. Colton led his hookup into an empty room, releasing the man’s hand before he turned to Ace, who’d taken up position outside to wait.

“Oh no. That won’t do. What if he tries to hurt me?” By this point, Colton’s words were slurring. Despite his soft tone, his eyes were filled with anger. “Now be a good little mall cop and stand inside the curtain.”

Ace stood guard inside the now closed curtain, his jaw clenched tight as Colton allowed himself to be pushed up against the far wall. Colton moaned as the man slobbered all over him, kissing his neck, under his jaw, his face. Colton put his arms up above his head, his eyes on Ace as the man unfastened Colton’s pants, and yanked them down, moaning at the skintight red boxer-briefs. He pulled them down, and Ace looked away before he could see anything. He ignored Colton’s chuckle. It was quickly followed by a decadent moan. The noises that followed had Ace clenching his jaw so tight he was afraid he’d break something. Either Colton was getting the best fucking blow job in the history of blow jobs, or he was purposefully playing it up to piss off Ace. If Ace had to guess, he would say the latter.

“Oh fuck, yeah. Suck my dick just like that. Oh God, your tongue feels amazing on my balls.”

Instead of getting mad, Ace had to fight back a laugh. He had to give it to Colton. The guy was a spitfire. He was determined to get his way. Little shit. Ace schooled his expression as he focused on the black wall ahead of him, and not on Colton writhing, gasping, and groaning on his right. It was like listening to porn. Ace had his hands clamped in front of his groin. He steadied his breathing and focused on his job. Whatever reaction Colton was hoping to get out of Ace, he wasn’t getting it, and it became obvious when he shouted dramatically.

“Oh God, I’m going to come!”

Ace pressed his lips together in a thin line to keep from barking out a laugh. Well, someone was a bit of a diva.

“You gotta let me fuck you.”

Colton hummed thoughtfully before looking to Ace. “Hey, got a condom?”

Ace knew exactly what Colton was trying to do, and it might have worked on someone else, but not him. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a condom and a packet of lube, and tossed both over his shoulder as he turned toward the curtain.

“Don’t be long. Car’s waiting.” Ace reached for the curtain as Colton called out.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Ace concealed his smile. “Outside. My job is to protect you, not help you get off.”

“Don’t you walk away from me,” Colton said indignantly, coming to stand in front of Ace. He zipped his pants up, his red shirt half-in, half-out of his waistband. He was so riled up, he was practically vibrating. Colton’s skin was almost as red as his shirt, and he raked a hand through his already disheveled hair.

Ace couldn’t help his chuckle. Looked like Mr. Colton Connolly was a little too used to getting his way.

“Are you laughing at me?” Colton fumed.

“I’m amused you think I take orders from anyone, much less you.”

Colton’s eyes went wide before he stumbled forward and poked Ace in the shoulder. “You’re fired.”

“That’s the beauty of contracts. They’re binding. You can’t fire me. Only your father can.” Ace gave Colton his best shit-eating grin. “Now, you have a good time. Oh, hold on.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small pack of tissues. “Here you go.”

If looks could kill, Ace would have disintegrated then and there.

Colton spun on his heels and stormed off. Ace quickly followed, turning to shrug apologetically to the big guy, who stood wondering what the hell was going on. Colton thundered back into the main part of the club and headed straight for the bar. Ace caught his arm before he could reach it.

“I think you’ve had enough. Time to go.”

“You’re right. I have had enough. Enough of you.” Colton tried to pull himself out of Ace’s grip, and maybe if he wasn’t so drunk he might have actually managed it, instead of tripping over his own feet. Ace took hold of Colton’s other arm to steady him. “Get your hands off me.”

Ace sighed. “Colton, I’m here to help.”

Since he couldn’t get away from Ace, Colton changed tactics, pressing his body to Ace’s. “I’ve heard about you Kings. Bunch of has-beens who couldn’t cut it in Special Ops turned security guards.”

Ace slammed Colton up against the wall. “Now you listen to me, because I’m only going to say this once. You fuck with me all you want, but you say one goddamn word about my brothers, and the only threat you’re going to have to fear is me.”

Colton’s lips curled into a satisfied grin. “Ooh, big words for such a little man.”

Ace’s eyes welled up at the memory of his fallen brothers, and he shoved away from Colton, hating he’d exposed his one vulnerability. “We came home because we lost half our unit. Good men torn away from their families. From their children and loved ones. They were heroes who fought for this country. Show a little respect.”