Chapter 33
Ace
She looks up at me, her blue eyes shining exactly like they did when we were away. "It's about time." I grab her face in mine. "It's about fucking time."
"What?" she whispers out on my lips, getting closer and closer to me.
"I paid the guy to make sure I got to kiss you." I shrug as people chant kiss.
"Yes, please," she says, the smile on her face so fucking big her eyes light up. My own smile fills my face, and my chest that felt pressure for the past week feels like I can breathe again. My lips finally land on hers, and the stadium erupts. She laughs when I let her go and then turn back to look at the camera and throw my hands in the air. She laughs and shakes her head but not before I take another kiss from her. This time my tongue slides into her mouth, and we get lost in the kiss.
"Do you want to get out of here?" I look at her, touching her face with my hand, and she nods. I get up and hold out my hand for her. She puts her hand in mine as she gets up, and instead of letting it go, she links her fingers with mine.
I let her lead the way to her car. We zigzag through people, both of us looking at each other from time to time and smiling. Each time she leans into me, until I finally release her hand and wrap an arm around her shoulders. She looks up at me, and I stop to kiss her lips as soon as I hear someone call my name. "Weston." I look over and see Sheila standing there holding a beer and a hot dog. She looks at me and then looks at Shelby, then her eyes go to the arm that I have around her. "Um," she says, not sure, and I look down at Shelby, who looks at me and then at Sheila.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Shelby says, and even though I don't want her to leave me, I know that she's giving me the chance to have a private conversation with Sheila.
She smiles up at me. I don't want to let her go. She takes a step away from me, but I pull her back to me. "Hurry back," I urge and lean down to kiss her lips.
She nods at me and turns to walk to the bathroom. "You two are . . ." Sheila starts to say. I look at her, putting my hands in my pockets. "That was fast."
I chuckle. "At least I waited until I wasn't dating anyone to take the step."
Sheila just shakes her head. "I never wanted you to find out," she admits, and I can't even believe that I'm having this conversation with her.
"It doesn't matter," I finally say to her. "The fact is that you did it." I shake my head. "Not that it matters, but why?"
"He always gave me special attention. He made me feel wanted," she finally replies. "He made me feel like I was number one in his life." Her eyes turn to look toward where Shelby went. "It was no secret who was number one in your life."
"No." I shake my head, and I don't even give her a chance. "I was with you. Committed to you and only you."
"I fucked up," she finally says. "I fucked up so bad there is no other way to say it. If I could go back, I would do it differently."
"Well, you can't change what you did." I look up and see Shelby waiting in the distance, giving me the time I need. I catch her eye and motion with my head for her to come over. She makes her way over to me and she stands next to me, not knowing what to say. I smile down at her, and I slip my hand into hers. "Are you ready?" I ask her, and then she nods and turns to look at Sheila.
"I owe you a thank-you," she says. I'm shocked, and so is Sheila. "I thanked Joseph also." She wraps her arms around my waist. "If you guys hadn't done what you did, it would have taken us longer to get here." She looks at me. "We were always going to be here." I rub her arm. "Also not that it matters, but dumb." She looks up at me and then looks at Sheila. "Having all this." She squeezes me. "But then going to Joseph. I hope you two will be very happy."
"It was over for a while," Sheila says. "I'm sorry that I played a part in that, and for that, I will forever be sorry. That isn't me."
"Have a great night," I tell her and then look down at Shelby. "Ready to go home?"
"Yes," she says, and when we walk away from Sheila, she waits a couple of minutes before speaking. "Are you okay?"
"How did you feel when you confronted Joseph?" I ask her as we step out of the stadium and head toward the parking lot.
"Um, well, I was pissed at first," she says. "But that was because you slammed the door in my face." She side-eyes me, glaring, and I lift her hand to my mouth, kissing her. "So I went in guns blazing." I know I should be angry that she had to go through that, but knowing her, she totally went in there for the fight of her life. "It didn't solve anything, nor did it give me the sort of closure I was looking for." She stops walking. "What it did do was show me that he wasn't worth my time." The wind picks up, and she leans her head back, and I take off the hat she has on her head. "That no matter what I did, I wasn't the problem. He was." She steps into me now, her hands going to my hips. "I did get to call him a one-minute man and tell him he has a small dick." I throw my head back and laugh. "But other than that, it was just a whatever." She kisses my neck. "What happened with Sheila?"
"Much of the same," I tell her, pushing her hair away from her face. "Minus the one-minute-man and small-dick thing, but you got there to remind her."
"Did seeing her . . ." She takes a big breath, looking down and then up again. "Did seeing her . . ." She swallows. "Did you change your mind?" She smiles at me. "It's okay if you did. I'd understand."
"The only thing it did," I assure her, stopping her from even thinking anything, "is made it even clearer that I'm where I'm meant to be."
"Does this mean that we can go and have make-up sex?" She gets on her tippy-toes and rubs her nose along my jaw.
"God, sex with you was already off the charts. Make-up sex is going to be . . ." I stop talking because she turns to grab my hand and pulls me, making me laugh. "Keys?" I say, and she just tosses the keys, not giving me any lip, which makes me look at her.
"I have to drive you crazy while you drive," she says, smirking at me, getting in the car. I get in the car and turn to her, and she’s already shrugging off her jacket.
"I have to drive," I tell her sternly.
"Then get to driving." She motions with her hands. "No one is stopping you."
"I need to focus," I remind her, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
"I'm not doing anything," she says, looking around. Then she raises her hips, and I see her slide her tights off.
"Shelby," I say between clenched teeth.
"I'm not doing anything," she huffs, tossing the tights behind her. "I'm just going to be ready for you when we get home." She turns and looks at me. "Remember that day when it was cloudy outside?" I look over at her. "And we went in the pool, but you set me at the ledge." Her knee bends as she opens her legs. "Pushed my bottoms to the side and ate my pussy." I groan loud, holding the steering wheel so tight I might break it off. "Or the night after we ate dinner and we went to sit in that swing." She mentions the wicker swing that was tucked away. "And you unzipped your pants and uncovered your cock." Her voice goes low. "I slowly slipped my dress up in the back and then rode you." Her head goes back. "That was good. Or the time you couldn't wait to get back to the room so you could fuck me in the middle of the deck."
"Remember that morning," I tell her, pulling into her driveway, "when I ate your pussy for an hour and refused to let you come." She just stares at me. "How I would fuck you with my fingers and feel you getting wetter and then just stop." I lean over, moving her shirt up and seeing her white panties. I slip them to the side and slide two fingers in. "Remember all the times I would touch you right here." I touch her G-spot, and she moans. "And then pull out." I pull my fingers out, cleaning them in my mouth. "Or the time in the bathroom when I made you watch me fuck you. You watched your pussy swallow my cock." She closes her eyes. "And right when you came, I would slip out and slap your clit with my cock."
"Ace," she moans my name. "I think you deserve for me to show you."
"No," she groans as I open the car door and look at her.
"Don't move," I tell her, getting out of the car and looking around to make sure no one is out of their house. I open her car door, taking off my jacket, but the little vixen is completely naked. I whip my jacket off me and put it around her shoulders. "What the fuck?"
"I've been without you for a week," she says, slipping her tongue into my mouth and then nipping my bottom lip. "So when you get me in the house, I want your cock out, and I want it rammed into me." She slides her tongue in my mouth again, and this time, I suck it in. "Just like you did on the island. My legs over your arms." Her hand comes out as she rubs my hard cock through my jeans. "My pussy open and your cock slamming into me." She unbuttons me. "And after you finish fucking me, I want you to finish in my mouth." I close my eyes to take a second. "I want to swallow all of you."
“Hold the jacket,” I say, and it fits her big, covering everything.
"Are you not going to carry me?"
"If I carry you, I'm fucking you in the middle of this fucking driveway," I say over my shoulder, making sure she's covered.
I walk up the steps to the front door with her behind me. She slides her hands to the front of my pants and slides the zipper down. Her hand’s in my boxers, and I can't even see the numbers on the pin pad. "Fuck, he’s ready," she says, and she wraps her hand around the base of my cock. "I want to suck your cock," she states, and the door finally opens. I usher her in before I step in and close the door behind me.
She pushes me against the door. My jacket goes flying, but I don't have time to think about anything because she's on her knees swallowing my cock. "Fuck," I hiss as she sucks my cock. "One more second," I tell her, giving her a warning while my hand gets lost in her hair and my hips move to fuck her mouth. I move away from her when my balls get tight, knowing I'm about to come. She moans, and I turn her around, pushing her back against the door. "I really wanted to take my time with you," I say as my hands come up and pinch both nipples at the same time. "Spread you out and fuck you nice and slow." I pinch her nipples again, knowing how much it turns her on. One hand slides down to her pussy and slips right in. "You ready for me?" I ask, knowing she is dripping wet. I wrap my arm around her waist, and her legs open to wrap around my waist. I push her harder against the door, putting my hands flat under her ass against the door. Her legs hang over on each side, her pussy open for me. "Put me in," I tell her, and she reaches between us and guides my cock into her. Both of us moan when I thrust balls deep inside her.
"Ace," she moans my name. "Fuck me." She doesn't have to tell me again as my hips push her deeper into the door. The sound of skin-on-skin slapping fills the room along with our moans. "I'm going to . . ." She wraps her arms around my neck as she comes with my name on her lips. "Ace."
"Baby." I moan out and I'm about to come.
"In my mouth," she says as she wiggles off me and falls to her knees in front of me. "Yes," she says, taking me into her mouth.
"Baby," I say as my hips move to fuck her mouth, and here in the middle of the entryway, I come in her mouth. She swallows everything I have, only getting up when I'm done. "Shelby.” I say her name, and she kisses under my chin.
"Now you can take me into the room and fuck me like you said before." She walks past me, and I watch her walk up the stairs, following her where I fuck her exactly like I said I would. Over and over, all night long, we catch up on the week we didn't see each other.
"Get out." She pushes me out of the shower after I make her come on my fingers. "And go make me something to eat."
"I got something for you to eat right here." I point down at my cock that is ready for another round.
"Go," she says, closing the shower door on me. "Food." I grab a towel and dry myself off before wrapping it around my waist. I get to the kitchen, and it falls to the floor, so I put it over my shoulder. "Are you cooking my food?" she yells, and I hear the shower turn off.
I laugh, turning and pulling things out of the fridge. I walk over to the living room, grabbing the remote and turning on the television. My eyes are on the television when I see the front door open out of the corner of my eyes, and everything happens in slow motion.
"It's fine," Clarabella says. Then her eyes turn to me, and she yells out, "Oh my God!”
She turns around, smacking into Presley, who stands there with an open mouth. "Oh my God." My hand drops to cover my cock.
"Damn, Ace, you've been hitting the gym hard," Presley comments, looking at me up and down like I'm a piece of meat. I'm about to yell for Shelby when I look up and see her.
"Jesus Christ." I hear Shelby from the top of the stairs with a towel wrapped around her, her wet hair dripping everywhere. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"You didn't answer your phone," Clarabella says, holding her hand to block herself from looking my way. "We didn't know if you were drowning in your sorrows."
"She definitely swallowed something last night," Presley teases, smirking at me. "From the looks of it"—she looks at Clarabella—"it was big," she whispers but in a loud tone.
"Why are you naked?" Shelby looks at me. "What happened to your towel?"
"It fell off, so I threw it over my shoulder," I say. "Can everyone turn around so I can cover myself?"
Presley just rolls her eyes. "We've already seen the family jewels," she replies, turning around. Clarabella had already turned around. I grab the towel from the floor and wrap it around myself.
"I'm going to go," I say, walking to the stairs and stopping in front of Shelby. "Maybe next time you can put a sock on the door so they know."
"I'm changing the code," she tells me, smiling at me. "Love you," she says, and Clarabella and Presley gasp and look over at us. "I didn't." She starts to stutter. "It's like a friendly I love you. Like you know, love you." She puts her hand on her forehead.
"Smooth," Clarabella says.
"I told the milkman I loved him today," Presley deadpans. "And then the Amazon delivery guy got there, and I was like thank you, I love you. Happens all the time." She motions with her hand like it's nothing.
"Love you, too," I whisper, leaning down and kissing her lips. "And not in a friendly way." Her eyes light up even brighter. "Now get rid of your sisters."
"We are right here," Clarabella reminds me, huffing.
"We brought food," Presley bribes, "but we left it in the car."
"We need food," Shelby says to us. "Go put clothes on." She motions with her head.
"If you need his jeans and boxers," Clarabella says. "They are over there." She points with her finger.
"I'll get it," Shelby states. "You go to my room."
I nod at her and walk to her bedroom, still hearing their conversation. "Why does the whole house smell like sex?" Clarabella asks. "This is what a brothel must smell like."
"I'm not eating anywhere in this house," Presley gripes. "His balls could have literally touched every surface in this house, and I'm not going to eat there. No, thank you."
I sit on the bed and wait for her to come back. "I'm so sorry," she says, coming into the room with my jeans pressed to her chest, holding up the towel.
"Come here," I tell her, and she comes over to me and stands between my legs. My hands go to her hips. "I meant what I said," I assure her, and she smiles down at me, putting her hands on my face.
"They just left," she jokes with me as she laughs.
"Very funny," I say, pulling her to me as the towel falls off her, and she straddles me. "I love you, Shelby." Truer words have never been spoken before. "For real."
"You don't have to say—" I put my hand up to block her from talking.
"Just kiss me," I say, and she does exactly what I asked her to do.