The Job (Auctioned) by Cara Dee (highly illogical behavior txt) 📕

So I reckoned I had my answer. I didn’t need to sugarcoat anything for Ace.

I scooted a little closer and gathered her hands in mine. “We’ve never been great at following the law,” I started out by saying. A bit of an understatement. “So the odds of us giving a fraction of a fuck about society’s rules aren’t good. Boone and I will always be brothers, but we’re, first and foremost, your parents. Parents who happen to love each other very much.” I paused and took a lot of relief from the minuscule smile she was trying to hide. “Since we’re not actually related, we can be everything to each other.”

Ace sniffled and wiped away the last of her tears.

“How does that sound, baby?” Boone asked her.

She withdrew her hands from mine and squirmed in her seat. “Good, maybe? It’s gonna be weird at first, I think. You’ve been fighting so much.” She started twisting a lock of hair between her fingers, a telltale sign she was thinking hard. “Are we gonna move?”

I let Boone answer that one.

“Hopefully.” He reached out and rubbed her knee over her fabulous Blossom PJs. “We need a bigger house, don’t we? With a yard and shit.”

She was thawing, for sure. “Can we have a pool?”

“Of course!” Boone said it like any other alternative would’ve been offensive.

“In a few weeks, they’ll go on sale everywhere,” I added. “We’ll need one big enough for Boone.”

That earned me a punch in my calf, and that fucking hurt.

“Asshole,” I gritted.

“So some things won’t change,” Ace deadpanned.

No, they wouldn’t, and she would find comfort in that, I was certain of it. Because she was a goofball too, and once she saw that my fights with Boone were no longer serious, she’d join in on the fun.

“You feelin’ better now, hon?” I grabbed her hand again and kissed her knuckles.

She nodded and smiled. “But it’s gonna be so weird to see my parents kiss.”

I exhaled a laugh and yanked her onto my lap so I could give her a big hug. “I bet it’ll be weird to have two parents to make sure you go to bed on time too.”

She scrunched her nose at that.

“To answer your question,” Boone said, “yes, we will team up against you.”

“Oh no!” She giggle-groaned and slapped her hands to her face.

I smiled and kissed the side of her head.

We were gonna be great.

Waking up slowly was my favorite, even more so now when I had Boone in my bed.

It was too early to get up, too early to worry about Ace rising anytime soon, too early for alarm clocks and speaking.

In other words, it was the perfect time to just cuddle and feel each other up.

I pressed a kiss to his neck as he shifted against my morning wood.

The only minor drawback to living with him was that he ran hotter than the devil, so he liked cranking up the AC to the point where I didn’t wanna poke a single toe outside the covers. On the flipside, he ran hotter than the devil, which turned him into my personal radiator.

He hummed when I found him rock hard and wrapped my fingers around him. Then he shifted against my cock again and made his intentions very clear.

I let out a breath and stroked him unhurriedly, refusing to rush things—for now. I wasn’t sure I could be too careful later.

It turned me on so fucking much to control his movements. I knew how to rub his cock to make him tense up, where to brush my fingers to set off a shiver, and how much to tighten my hold to cause him to exhale and groan.

I kissed my way down to the spot between his shoulder blades, and I pressed my cock between his ass cheeks. I wanted him to feel me before I got the lube.

I started stroking him off a little faster.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

My mouth watered. Every time I watched the muscles in his back ripple, I wanted to slam my cock into him.

I was done waiting. With another kiss to his warm skin, I released his cock and twisted my body to reach for the lube.

It was so damn liberating to be with him. Not just for the obvious reasons, but for how well we read each other. We didn’t need to talk in order to establish trust or set boundaries for certain things. A lifetime together had made us experts at sensing what the other was going through, what the other needed. And right now, his growing impatience was enough. It permeated every movement and every breath.

Once my cock was coated, I shifted closer and pressed myself between his ass cheeks, and he exhaled and moved with me. My forehead landed in the soft dip between his shoulder blades. He was fucking magnificent, this big beast of a man. With all heart underneath.

I sucked in a breath as the head of my cock breached the tight ring of muscle. Rather than tensing up, Boone groaned under his breath and pushed back against me, forcing my cock deeper into him. Jesus Christ, we were born to be each other’s ass sluts.

Desire whipped up a storm within me, making me hungrier and more demanding. He was right. Close wasn’t close enough. Closer wasn’t enough either. I gripped his hip and slipped my other arm under his neck, and I latched on to him like a fucking leech. With a roll of my pelvis, I buried myself all the way in and slid out again. His breathing grew shallow and rapid, and every inhale and exhale spurred me on.

I knew what kind of fire he was riding on right now. I knew the consuming burn and how the pleasure rolled in slower, inch by inch, fucking with his head, turning him on, making him ravenous.

He tilted his face into the pillow and moaned.

I fucked him a little deeper, a