Tame Him

by Caitlyn Dare

  “I said you could hang out, not party without me.”

  “Ace!” Remi jumps up and runs at me, the bottle of beer she was holding crashing to the floor as she launches herself at me.

  “Whoa, Princess. How much have you had?”

  “I missed you,” she says, crashing her mouth to mine and sliding her tongue past my lips.

  “Umm,” I moan into her mouth.

  They can party without me any time if this is the kind of welcome I get.

  What I really want to do is ignore the three sets of eyes burning into us and march her straight through to my bedroom, but I know I can’t do it quite yet.

  Instead, I spin us both around and fall down onto the couch, settling her so she’s straddling me. Her hands are everywhere as she kisses down my neck and starts gathering my shirt in her hands.

  “Whoa, baby. At least let me have a drink before you strip me.”

  “Sorry,” she breathes against me as Conner passes me a bottle over. I take a long pull as Remi comes up for air.

  Her eyes are blown and her cheeks are pink. She looks so fucking hot.

  “Where have you been?” she asks.

  “I got a job.”

  “You had a drop.”

  “A drop?” her friend asks, clearly eavesdropping our conversations. “Fucking hell, Ace. Are you a dealer?”

  Ignoring her, I focus on Remi. “Ellen’s brother has an auto shop. She sent me there, thinking he might have a job for me.”

  “And he did?”

  I nod. “I’m going to be working a few shifts a week.”

  “That’s… awesome.” She says the right words, but her face tells a different story.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “If you’re working then I won’t get to see you.” She pouts, and I suck her bottom lip into my mouth.

  “Just think of the fun we can have when I get back,” I breathe the words against her lips. “Plus, I’ll have some money so I can take you out, treat you the way you deserve.”

  “Hmmm… maybe I can get on board with the idea.”

  “So what’s with the school night party?”

  “Blame Hads.” We both glance over at my girl’s best friend to find her dancing with Conner. Both of them have a beer in hand and they’re sharing a blunt as Cole silently broods from his seat.

  “I miss weed,” he mutters, taking a long pull of his beer.

  “How long until the season is finished?”

  His response is barely a groan.

  “You’d better find pleasure elsewhere then,” Hadley announces. “Come dance with us.” She turns her back on Conner, shoving her ass into his crotch, not that he seems to mind.

  “What? You too boring to come and dance?” she goads.

  Cole’s jaw pops in frustration as Remi and I sit back to watch the show. It won’t be the first time I’ve seen my brothers with a girl pinned between them, and I’d put money on it not being the last either.

  Conner’s hands wrap around Hadley’s hips as he joins in. “What’s wrong, bro? You too good to share now that you’re a Seahawk?”

  “Fuck you,” Cole spits, draining his beer before standing up and walking toward them. He doesn’t stop until his body is flush with Hadley. “You want some fun? Let’s have some fun.” He waits until she’s taken a drag of the blunt before capturing her jaw in his grip and covering her lips with his.

  “Cole,” both Remi and I bark at the same time.

  “What?” he says innocently, a wicked glint in his eye. “I just needed a taste.”

  “If that shit gets in your system, you’ll end up fucking benched.”

  “Untwist your panties, bro. Here.” He takes the blunt from Conner’s lips and passes it over.

  With a shrug, I take it. “Princess?” I ask, offering it to her first. She screws her nose up.

  “I’ll stick to the beer, thanks.”

  Resting my head back, I take a drag as I let it flow through my system. Remi crawls back onto my lap and runs her hands up my chest until her forearms rest over my shoulders. Her eyes are wild as she stares at me and smiles shyly.

  “What are you thinking, Princess?”

  She bites down on her bottom lip and glances at me through her dark lashes. “Wondering what it might be like if we were both naked right now.” She grinds her ass down on my already hard cock and I groan, equal amounts of pleasure and frustration racing through me.

  “Princess,” I warn.

  Leaning forward, she presses her breasts against my chest and runs her tongue up the length of my neck. “Let me give you what you need.”

  “Soon.” It pains me to say it, but I meant what I said this morning. I want to prove to her just how serious I am. “Nothing stopping me giving you what you need, though.”

  “Ace,” she moans when I pull her down onto me and grind against her pussy.

  “You reckon I could get you off like this?”

  “Hmmm.” Her eyes flutter closed as I do it again.

  Hadley giggles, but I don’t take my eyes off Remi to see what the hell my brothers are doing to her. I’d rather not know. I’m not the only one with a reputation from the Heights.

  “You think they’d notice.” Remi looks over her shoulder and gasps, but I’m not sure if it’s because of what she sees or what I’m doing to her. “Ace,” she moans again. “Please.”

  She’s still wearing her school uniform, and the pleated skirt that’s fanned around my lap is the perfect cover. Running my hand up her thigh, I slip it under the fabric until I find the soaked lace of her panties. “Fucking hell, Princess,” I groan in her ear.

  “Need you, Ace.”

  Hooking my finger in the lace, I move it aside and press down against her swollen clit.

  “Oh God,” she gasps.

  “Good?”

  “So good.”

  I move my fingers lower and she moans loudly as I circle her entrance. My eyes flick up to what’s going on only feet away, but seeing as the three of them are suitably preoccupied, I continue with what I started.

  As I push my fingers deeper inside, she begins to tremble above me. I press my thumb to her clit and wrap my other hand around the nape of her neck, pulling Remi’s mouth down to mine so I can swallow her cries. Her hips move in time with my fingers and my cock weeps, desperate to feel her riding me exactly like this.

  The temptation to undo my pants and allow her to sink down on me burns through me. I glance up once more. I’ve no doubt I’d get away with it. But I can’t. I made a promise to myself and I refuse to break any more where Remi is concerned.

  I just hope Ellen comes up with something epic, and fast, so my balls don’t explode with need in the meantime.

  “Ace.” Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, telling me that she’s close.

  “Ride my fingers, Princess.” I mutter against her lips. “Show me how much you need this.”

  Remi does exactly as she’s told and starts moving faster against me until her body locks up a second before pleasure races through her.

  “Oh my God,” she pants, dropping her face into the crook of my neck.

  She traps my arm between us, so I make the most of the situation and keep moving my fingers, causing little aftershocks that have her shivering against me.

  “Ace,” she moans. “Please tell me they’re not watching.”

  “Princess, I never want anyone one to see you like that again. No one has a clue what just happened.” She lifts up and allows me to pull my arm from between us.

  Lifting my fingers, I suck them into my mouth. Her pupils dilate as she watches me savor her.

  “So fucking sweet. The next time you come, it’s going to be on my face and without those motherfuckers in the room.”

  “Are they leaving soon?” she asks, making me bark out a laugh.

  “Impatient for more, Princess?”

  “Always.”

  “You’re fun when you’re tipsy.” I kiss the tip of her nose and lift her from my lap s
o I can get us both a fresh drink. I ignore the three bodies grinding away to the music. “Princess,” I call when I’ve got the bottles. “Shall we?” I nod to my bedroom and she jumps up.

  “What about them?”

  “What about them? They’re all old enough to make their own mistakes.”

  I close the door behind me, the solid oak heavy enough to block out most of the noise. Remi comes to a stop a few feet in front of me and spins. She sways slightly, and I can’t help but laugh.

  Has she really only had two?

  “Princess?”

  “Yeah?” she whispers.

  “Strip for me.”

  Her chin drops, but she soon covers her shock. She lifts her new bottle to her lips. My eyes drop to the smooth skin of her neck as she swallows.

  “You want a show, Ace?” she asks, sauntering over to the nightstand and lowering her bottle, but in doing so she bends at the waist, causing her skirt to rise up.

  “Princess. I said strip, not tease.”

  “Same thing, no?”

  “No. My patience won’t extend to teasing. I need my head between your thighs. Right. Fucking. Now.”

  Her cheeks heat, but it doesn't stop her hands from coming up to the buttons of her shirt and undoing each one torturously slowly.

  “Remi, baby. You’re going to need to go faster.”

  “Good things come to those who wait, Ace.”

  “Hmmm…”

  My fingers clench around the handle I’m still holding as I resist taking matters into my own hands.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Remi

  “Morning.”

  My eyes flutter open to Ace gazing down at me. “Hmm, morning,” I murmur. “What time is it?”

  “Time for me to do this.” He rolls over me, caging my body to the mattress. I can feel him hard and ready at my core, and a bolt of lust shoots through me.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking badly I want you?” His words are a low growl in my ear. “I can imagine you hot, tight and wet. Fuck, Remi...” He grinds against me at a delicious angle. I’m about to tell him to just do it when someone bangs on the door.

  “Rise and shine, fuckers. We’ve got school.”

  “Fuck off, Con, we’re busy.” Ace slides his tongue along the slope of my neck as we rock in synchrony. It feels so good, but I need more.

  I need—

  “You’ve got two minutes before I come in there and—”

  “Fuck off,” we both yell.

  Ace lets out a groan, dropping his head to my shoulder. “He’s never going to quit now.”

  “It’s okay.” I loop my arms around his neck, barely able to contain my smile.

  Last night was fun, even if it got a little wild.

  “My head’s a little sore.”

  “You need water and breakfast.”

  “Mmm, no,” I drawl. “I need you.”

  “Princess, you’re playing with fire.”

  “One minute!” Conner yells, and Ace’s expression hardens.

  “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

  “He’s just looking out for us. We can’t miss any more school.” Not if we want to stand any chance of graduating.

  “Don’t remind me,” he grumbles, grazing his teeth along my collarbone. “Come on, let’s go feed you before my brother bursts in here and I have to kill him before he sees you naked.”

  Ace climbs out of bed, and I delight in watching his body. His tattoos twist and move with every flex of his muscles.

  “See something you like, Princess?” he asks, catching my eye.

  “You know, I never did get my birthday ink.”

  “Yeah? You still want that?”

  I suppress a smile and nod.

  “Leave it with me.”

  “I’m not sure I want to go back to the Heights though,” I blurt out. “Not if it’s dangerous for you.”

  Ace stills at my words, his eyes alight with wonder. “Come here.” He crooks his finger at me and I go willingly, not caring that I’m half naked.

  “How did I get so lucky?” Hooking his arm around my waist, Ace pulls me close. My hands slide up his abs.

  “I’m proud of you, ya know? For taking the job with Ellen’s brother.”

  “Yeah, well, figured I need a legitimate way of earning some cash.”

  “So long as you know I don’t need anything from you. This, what we have, it’s enough.”

  “You deserve so fucking much, Remi, and for the first time in my life, I want to change. I want to be better.”

  The honesty in his words floors me. “Ace, I—”

  “Time’s up.” Conner bursts into the room. “Oh God, my eyes. My fucking eyes.” He darts back out and laughter rumbles in my chest.

  Ace, however, looks murderous. “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking ki—”

  “Relax.” I press a kiss to his jaw. “He knows I belong to you. Besides, him and Hadley seemed to be having fun last night. And Cole...” My brows furrow. “Do you think the three of them... ya know?”

  My stomach clenches, remembering the way the three of them were dancing together.

  “Don’t know, don’t fucking care.” Ace lowers his eyes to mine and frowns. “You like the idea of that?”

  “I don’t know.” The quiver to my voice betrays me. “I guess I’m just curious.” My eyes flare, a wildfire rising inside me.

  “Fuck, Princess.” His lips glide to the shell of my ear. “I can’t stand the thought of sharing you. You’re mine. Every. Single. Inch. But imagining you all laid out before me, with some horny fucker watching... knowing that they can never have you... watching me tease and taste you and make you scream my name… I’m not going to lie, it does all kinds of crazy shit to me.”

  “Jesus, Ace,” I breathe, my body trembling with need. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I imagine the scene he just painted.

  “Seriously, bro, we need to—”

  Ace cusses before storming over to the door and slamming it shut. “We’re going to need a minute.”

  “What are you doing?” I choke out.

  “Need you, Princess.” His voice is raw. “Need to taste you before I even think about leaving the pool house.” Ace lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. “Bed or shower?” he asks.

  “Oh my God, you’re crazy.”

  “For you, always.”

  Laughter spills out of me. Crazy, love-drunk laughter. “Shower. We should probably get cleaned up, anyway.”

  “Shower it is. But first, Princess,” Ace locks his eyes on me, full of promise. “I’m going to need to dirty you up.”

  “We need to talk,” I say to Hadley at lunch. The five of us are sitting in the cafeteria, much to the dismay of our classmates.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” I discreetly flick my eyes to Conner and Cole, who are busy looking at something on Ace’s phone.

  The three of them are a force to be reckoned with. Even in their matching Sterling Prep uniforms they stick out. Ace is big and scary, and the white shirt and blazer does nothing to hide his inked skin. Conner wears his uniform with more finesse. He looks like a playful rogue, the kind of boy who will charm the panties off you and say thanks for the ride after. Then there’s Cole. In some ways, he looks even scarier than Ace. It isn’t so much how he looks but his presence. There’s a darkness shrouding him that you can’t help but be affected by whenever he’s near.

  “A girl never kisses and tells.” Hadley smirks, putting a potato chip into her mouth.

  “So there was kissing?” I mean, I’d seen her kiss Cole, and Conner had been all up in her space, but Ace dragged me off to the bedroom long before the three of them crashed.

  “The three of you didn’t… ya know?” I lower my voice.

  “And if we did?”

  “Hads!”

  “Relax. Nothing happened really...”

  I’m not convinced by her words. But w
ho am I to judge? I let Ace get me off while they were all right there.

  I blush. “Last night was a little crazy, huh?”

  “Girl, it was the most fun I’ve had in forever.” She’s wearing a secretive smile, and I want to push her for details, but something tells me whatever happened is going to stay between the three of them.

  “So, you like both of them?”

  “Maybe I just wanted to have fun and let my hair down. I spend my days brushing shoulders with the SP elite. It’s not a fun place to be for me. Sometimes it’s nice to just be... free.”

  “You’re right, I didn’t mean to judge.”

  “Because you’re one to talk.” She fights a knowing smile.

  “Oh God, you saw that?”

  “I didn’t see so much as hear. It wasn’t any wonder I was like a bitch in heat.” Just then, Conner leans over and snags a handful of chips. “Pig,” Hadley mutters, swatting him away.

  “Yeah, but you love it.” He shoots her a megawatt smile. Cole isn’t smiling though. He’s glaring at his brother with murder in his eyes.

  “Just be careful,” I whisper to Hadley. The last thing we need is her to come between the twins, not when everything finally seems good between all of us.

  “Ugh, fourth period calls.”

  “Not for me, I have practice,” Cole says, standing.

  “Ready for the game Friday?” Hadley gets up too.

  “I guess.” He shrugs, taking off without saying goodbye.

  “Is he always so—”

  “Miserable?” Conner leaps to his feet and slings his arm around Hadley’s shoulder. “Stick with me, baby. I’ll show you a good time.” He winks at her and the two of them share a secretive smile.

  “Okay, this is just weird,” I say. Ace stands up and offers me his hand.

  “Bro, we’ve got a fan club.” Conner flicks his head over to where the football team are. Bexley is in the center, glaring right at us.

  Ace tenses beside me.

  “Ignore him,” I say, pressing my hand against his stomach.

  “I really fucking hate him.”

  The scrape of Bexley’s chair pierces the air as he stands up, narrowing his eyes at Ace.