Extreme Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 7) by James Marysol

Author:James,Marysol [James,Marysol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: military, gay, mmromance, contemporary, series, romantc suspense
Published: 2016-09-20T07:00:00+00:00

Spider snuck back upstairs to his room, heart pounding and legs shaking, holding his breath the whole way. He didn’t release the badly-needed exhale until he was safely behind his closed door, and then he sank onto his bed, his knees still a bit weak.

Ten minutes earlier, he’d smelled bacon and gone to the top of the stairs, hoping and praying that Ace The Asshole was still holed up in his bedroom, jerking off or staring at the walls or whatever the hell he did in there for hours and hours on end every day. But no… he was down in the kitchen with Jack, drinking coffee and eating bacon and eggs, and just taking up the space that Spider wanted to occupy. Annoyed and disgusted, he’d turned on his heel, ready to stalk back to his room to browse some news – but then he’d heard Jack ask about Ace’s childhood.

Spider had stopped dead in his tracks, boy… he’d just frozen where he stood. Because even though Ace had been cagey about many, many things when they’d been together, the thing that he’d been most closed-mouthed about had been his earliest years on this earth.

Oh, Spider had known a few things, of course. He’d known that Ace’s mother had died, and that his father had been a gambler and a mean drunk, and that Ace had been taken away from the loser pretty young. What Spider hadn’t known was why.

Well, he knew now. And it made him sick to his stomach. It also explained all those nightmares that Ace had had sometimes, nightmares where he’d been trapped in small, dark spaces with no way out, or in long, dark hallways that got narrower and narrower as Ace walked down them, and which closed behind him, forcing him forward. God, he’d woken up shaking and panting from those dreams – and he’d never told Spider why. Not once.

Also? He had always assumed that ‘Ace’ was the man’s road name; he’d asked what Ace’s ‘real name’ was, and more than once, but Ace had just given him that quirky little smile and said, “Ace is my real name, sweetheart.” And Spider had taken that to mean that he felt more like ‘Ace’ than whoever he’d been before being named for the MC – and he’d let the matter drop, but not happily.

Spider knew then and he still knew now, God help him, how good it felt for Ace to call him ‘Liam’. For Ace to still be the only person to call him that, except for his Mom. It felt… intimate to him. Like it was something warm and sweet and secret, something just between them that they shared. When Ace said his name, it was like a soft, gentle caress; it was like a rhythm that Spider could set his life breath and heartbeat to.

Why hadn’t Ace told him the full story about his name? About his God-awful son-of-a-bitch asshole loser drunk gambler father? About almost dying all alone

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