Mad Boys (Blue Ivy Prep, #2)(68)

They weren’t as fancy as Ace’s, but I tended to be tough on mine. The bone conducting type left my ears open for tracking other sounds. Like the familiar slap of a blue-haired vixen’s gorgeous steps.

I grunted out a breath. “Stop thinking about her, man.” Verbalizing it aloud wasn’t helping, not when my dick had already gone hard as fuck. Yeah.

Run.

I let myself out and headed for the trail. The cold was exactly the slap in the face I needed. Pulling the gaiter up over my nose before I started the music, I stared at the messages populating the screen.

Mom



You will answer my calls, Lachlan. How can you choose that girl over me? She ignores Gibs, constantly rejects him, and now you’re choosing her over us? How could you?





I muted her.

The vitriol in her messages grew increasingly worse with each one she’d sent. A total of a dozen since I walked out of the house.

Closing it, I eyed Ramsey’s message.

Brainiac



Tell me you’re alive and not wrapped around a tree. I don’t care if you’re pissed. Be pissed, but be safe.





I sent him a thumbs up. It was about all I could manage right now. Jonas’ messages were question marks.

Aww, baby brother did care. I sent him a middle finger. He should appreciate that.

The rest of the messages were from people I didn’t give two shits about. So, I didn’t bother to look at them. Shockingly, Gibs hadn’t sent anything, but he tended to stay out of our disagreements with Mom. Then again, Ace was… Ace was his kid, and they never discussed her when we were all together.

It didn’t hit me until this trip. Her name didn’t come up once when Gibs was present. Instead, it had waited until he’d vanished to the recording studio they’d built in an outbuilding.

They were seriously behind on the album, and he was not in the best of moods. Apparently, the music wasn’t talking to him or something. As soon as he excused himself, Mom launched into us about the gossip, the photos, the fact none of us had called her back—hey, look, all three of us could agree on something—then she started talking shit about Ace.

Ramsey tried to placate. Jonas just left because he didn’t do confrontation with Mom.

Me? I did confrontation just fine. Didn’t matter who it was. Thankfully, I was going to be nineteen shortly and I did not need nor desire her permission to do fuck all.

By the time I made it to the first mile marker on the trail, some of the rage in my system began to fuel my muscles rather than just make me shake from it. I hit my stride on the second mile and I was flying by the third.

The hush of the air, the crunch of the snow, and the music raised my endorphin levels. The only thing missing was the racing strides of Ace in front of me. She ran like a long-distance competitor with a natural gait and rhythm that was just a thing of beauty. I could picture the muscles shifting beneath her clothes, and I never got tired of chasing that ass.

She’d be back soon and we were gonna talk. Then we were gonna kiss. She could pop me again if she wanted, but there was no way I wasn’t kissing her…

After the run, I showered and fell into bed. Exhaustion sucked me right down and I slept for the first time in days. The light scrape of nails over my scalp roused me. Blue hair filled my vision and I lifted my head to find her lying right next to me, one arm behind her head and the other stretched so she could keep caressing my scalp.

“Ace…” I whispered and she smiled at me.

“Miss me?” The fact she rolled onto her side and the sheet dipped to give me another beautiful view of those breasts sent all the blood pounding south to my dick.

“Fuck yeah, I missed you.” Didn’t even care why she was in here. I narrowed the distance between us. “Planning to punch me again?”

“Would that stop you?” The way she raised her brows made me laugh.

“Nope. Be totally worth it. But don’t damage those beautiful hands, I’m sure Jonas would punch me for you.”

She laughed against my lips, but I kissed whatever words she was about to say away. The feel of her skin on mine was a revelation. Little nips and bites, followed by swipes of her tongue and we were both groaning. I loved to take over and she usually let me, but there was a demand from her that I’d never experienced.

“Fuck, Kaitlin…” I tested her name out and then her teeth sank into my lip. Blood welled up and I jerked my head up. Three things hit me simultaneously.

I had been dreaming about Ace. I wasn’t alone in bed. The woman in my bed was not Ace.

“Did you really just groan that bitch’s name at me?” Payton Webber, one of the worst mistakes of my life, snarled up at me. She had one hand on my dick which deflated the minute we recognized who was touching us.

I pushed up with one arm, then caught her wrist in my free hand. She was already tightening her grip and pain flared through me. “Let me go,” I ordered as I squeezed her wrist with the same amount of force she was using on me.

With a gasp, she let out a cry before she finally let me go. I was going to have nail impressions in my dick, and I didn’t say a word as I rolled out of the bed and then hauled her out of it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She stumbled as I let her go once we were clear of the bed itself. I had no idea what time it was. My cock hurt, my eyes were gritty, I had a headache, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to punch a woman.