Love in Spades: Four Kings Security Book One (Four Kings Security #1)(15)

“The guy driving is Red,” Ace replied.

Colton moved his gaze to Lucky, who was smartly keeping his big trap shut. “And who are you?”

“That’s Lucky.”

Colton moved his narrowed gaze to Ace. “I wasn’t asking you, was I? Ace, Red, Lucky. What are you? Vegas rent boys?”

“Are you asking me or them?” This had to be the most fun he’d had on a job. Colton was shitfaced. His cheeks were red, his eyes glassy, and he was swaying. Here was a man who was about to take over a multibillion-dollar company, and he was acting like a drunk college brat. It was highly entertaining.

“I’m looking at you, aren’t I?”

“I’m not really sure.” Ace couldn’t help but tease. He pointed at Colton’s left eye. “This eye’s looking at me, but that one’s looking a little uncertain.”

Colton slapped his finger away. “I hate you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Thank God for that.”

Ace chuckled.

“Is this how you treat all your clients?”

Colton went off on a tirade, which Ace easily tuned out. He texted King to let him know they had Colton and were on their way back to his house. The car suddenly fell silent, and he looked up to find Colton slumped against the window, mouth wide open as he drooled on the glass.

“Did he run out of oxygen?” Ace checked the man’s pulse. “Nope, still alive.”

“This is not going to be easy,” Lucky said, meeting Ace’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

“No, but it might be fun.”





Four





He was dying.

At least it felt that way. Colton buried his face against his pillow. Why was his head trying to collapse in on itself? He shut his eyes tight before slowly cracking one open, then the other. The curtains to his room were thankfully still drawn. The last thing he needed was blinding sunshine coming through the wall of glass doors and floor-to-ceiling windows on both floors of his bedroom. He adored his bedroom and spent more time up on his second floor sitting area than he did in his living room, especially when the cooler weather allowed him to curl up in front of the fireplace surrounded by the sounds of the crackling fire and the ocean outside his open doors.

The moment his broker showed him the pictures of the house, he’d fallen in love. Two-and-a-half floors of high ceilings, wall-to-wall windows, and balconies outside almost every room. The vast amount of white gave everything a clean, elegant, and spacious look. It also brightened everything up, which he loved, but not at this moment. Bright white was not favorable to a hangover.

With a groan, he dragged himself to sit up, his bare feet hitting the plush carpet. He frowned down at his white undershirt and red boxer-briefs. When had he stripped out of his club clothes? And how the hell had he gotten home? Considering his hungover state, it was no surprise last night was somewhat of a blur. He remembered being at the club, trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol and male bodies. One particular male body flashed through his mind clear as day, and he hung his head with a groan. Of course his brain would hang on to the one guy he wanted to forget most, and his cock was in cahoots with his brain. Colton glared at his dick.

“Traitor.”

Pushing to his feet, he lumbered into his bathroom and flinched against the brightness when he stepped inside. Grumbling, he brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face before getting undressed. Removing the only two items of clothing on his body shouldn’t have been as difficult or painful as it was. As soon as he was naked, he stepped into his shower and turned on the water as cold as he could stand, in the hopes of getting rid of his morning stiffness and the images of mesmerizing gold-green eyes, a chiseled jaw, and pouting lips. The man had freckles, for fuck’s sake, strewn across his nose. Colton remembered wanting to taste them, among other things. Who the hell gave that man the right to be so beautiful?

“No. You are not doing this,” he scolded himself. His painfully hard erection had other plans, and Colton took himself in hand with a moan as he vividly recalled the gorgeous man who’d stolen Colton’s breath the moment he’d stepped in front of him. Ace. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Square-jawed, lush lips, intense eyes, and a hard body. Too bad he was off-limits. Considering Colton had no intention of seeing Ace again, what could it hurt? Leaning one hand against the stone tile wall, he closed his eyes, letting the cool water sluice over him as he stroked himself, his bottom lip between his teeth.

Why was it his mind had no trouble conjuring what Ace felt like against him, the way his body molded perfectly to his? Those strong calloused fingers closing around his wrists and that low gravelly voice sent a shiver through him. His breath hitched, and his hand moved quicker over his searing flesh as he pumped his cock, pleasure rippling through his body. He knew nothing about the man who’d intruded on his life, but the more Colton tried to put Ace out of his mind, the more his brain tormented him with flashes of a cocky grin, long lashes, and the way he’d manhandled Colton. Fuck, he didn’t even know that kind of thing turned him on, and from what little he could recall, Ace hadn’t been completely unaffected. That was another tidbit of information his brain had decided to retain.

“Fuck.” Colton gasped, feeling his muscles pull and tighten as his orgasm built and exploded in a white light in front of his eyes as he came hard, his body trembling. He dropped his head against the tiles and closed his eyes. “Happy now? Got it out of your system? Good. It’s over.”