Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
Quack!
Wingnut’s webbed feet slap against the floor as me, Cade, and the guys step inside the clubhouse, and Caz looks up with relief written all over his face.
“Hey, quick question,” he says, skirting past Wingnut and falling into step beside me. “Is your mom going to be back home anytime soon, or…?”
“She got home yesterday,” I say, looking him straight in the eye. “Why?”
He glances down at Wingnut. “So… can the duck go home now, too?”
I look down as Wingnut quickly lunges for Caz’s legs, and he hops out of the way with a grunt.
“No,” I say, then turn to Cade beside me, curling my hand around the back of his neck and dragging him in until my lips brush his ear.
“Go to my room,” I murmur. “And get ready for me to fuck that ass till morning.”
Then I push him back and smile at the wild energy radiating off him.
I watch him walk through the main room, giving a nod to Mac as he claps him on the back, and returning a wave to Trip before he disappears down the hall, that fine fucking ass teasing me the entire way.
Then I turn to Kurt, who’s watching me from the bar.
“Please tell me you didn’t bring him with you,” he says as I approach him.
“Ok, I won’t,” I say, taking the beer Caz hands me.
“For fuck’s sake, Alder.” Kurt drags a hand down his face, but lets it go with a breath. “Any trouble?”
I shake my head and take a long drink. “Nope. He’s in the old quarry near Stanley.”
Kurt nods slowly. “Good. Everything else is covered. Donnie was seen at the station all night, working on a case he has. And I had some of the guys out on repo and others in the garage.” He glances over at Mac, Trip, Rex, and Cory on the couches.
“All of your names are on work orders tonight, so with that and repo receipts, everyone in the club is accounted for on club business.”
“Perfect.” I take another drink, then set the bottle down and slowly spin it with my fingers. “Sons own the guns.”
Kurt lets out a slow breath. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” I sigh.
And much as I want to rip into him for not moving ahead sooner with my plan and staying out of guns completely, I keep it to myself for now. I don’t have it in me to get into it tonight, and I have better things to do.
I take one more swig of my beer, then set it on the bar and make my way straight for my room, ignoring Mac’s call behind me to take good care of Cade.
Oh, I fucking will.
I push the door open just as the shower cuts off behind the bathroom door. I sit on the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees, and wait for Cade to come out.
And when he does, with his bare chest glistening, a towel riding low on his hips, his hair a damp mess over his forehead, everything I’ve been holding onto since yesterday just fades into the background.
The stress of finding the rat, and knowing what I had to do, was eating away at me.
And now that it’s handled, the next problem is already clawing at my skin and begging for attention.
I need to convince my club to think bigger than they ever have, and pull them into something more than scraps and survival, and keep the Dominion Sons the fuck out of New Brunswick.
I need to protect the club and our home.
And I think I also need to protect Cade from himself.
But right now, looking at his bright eyes and the way he’s holding himself like he has meaning and purpose in this world… I just need him.
I hold out my hand, and he steps forward to take it. He lets me pull him down onto my lap, so he straddles my hips, and I close my eyes and breathe him in. He’s still warm from the shower, and his skin is damp under my hands as I run them up his back.
His fingers slip into my hair, and I exhale as I let him lift the last bit of weight from my shoulders so I can breathe again.
Then his hands shift to slide under the shoulders of my cut, and he shoves it down my arms. I shrug out of it, watching as his gaze travels over the holster beneath. His fingers slip under the straps, and he slides them down my arms until he’s holding the gun in his hands, staring down at it.
And worry starts to creep in.
I saw the way he stared at Henry’s body with wide eyes, like he was floating outside of himself and couldn’t even move.
But I also saw the way he looked at me, and came alive in my grasp, giving me something to hold on to when I needed it, just as much as he did.
He lifts his eyes to meet mine, and I look into them, searching for anything that might tell me he’s not on board with this life. That the ugliest parts of it are too much for him, and that he’ll see death every night when he closes his eyes… and blame me for it.
But it’s not there.
Instead, I see acceptance, understanding, and… excitement.
And maybe that’s worse. I don’t know… but I also can’t bring myself to care too much right now. Because it’s a look I haven’t seen on him before, and it’s one I fucking love.
I pull him into a fierce kiss, and he melts into me, letting me take everything I need from him. My hands trail up his bare back as I take in the feeling of his skin, and the way his tongue slides against mine, and I can’t fucking get enough of this man.
He pushes his hands under my shirt, and I break our kiss just long enough to pull it over my head. Then I hook an arm behind his thigh and flip him so he’s lying on the bed. I stand to undo my belt and shove my pants and boxers down, stepping out of them as I let my eyes travel over him.
“Fuck, baby…” I mutter, reaching for the towel still loose around his hips to flick it open so I can see his hardening cock. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I climb over him and kiss him again as I lower my hips until I’m pressed right against him, and grind down. The feeling of him against me is fucking incredible, especially when his hands run over me while I kiss down his neck, and he moans softly.
As I shift down his body, my lips find the bite marks I left the other day, and I run my tongue over them. Cade pulls in a breath through clenched teeth, and his hands clutch harder at my back. I do it again, then lift my head and look up at him. But I pause when I see just how bright he is.
“Hey, baby,” I say with a smile as I lower my mouth to his chest again and drag my teeth along his nipple.
He exhales as I slowly bite down on it. But as I clamp my teeth down, his whole body shifts underneath me. Then he’s pushing back and rolling us until I’m flat on the mattress and he’s straddling my hips.
Cade leans down so his mouth hovers over mine as his hands run over my pecs. Then he finds both nipples and pinches down hard. “Hey.”
Pleasure punches through the pain, and I grunt, arching up into him. I quickly grab his wrists to keep them right where they are as something incredible happens.
He smiles.
And I mean smiles.
I stare at him, ignoring the dull ache in my nipples as I watch joy seep out of him in a way that’s almost playful. His gorgeous smile takes over his face with dimples on his cheeks, and his eyes sparkle as his hair falls over his forehead.
Well, fuck…
I love him.
Seriously fucking love him.
But before I can say or do anything, his lips are on mine. He grinds his hard cock against mine as his tongue pushes past my lips, and in this moment, I would let him do fucking anything to me.
So when he kisses down my chest and settles between my legs, I’m in fucking heaven.
His lips wrap around my cock, and warmth instantly spreads through me. Everything from tonight is now gone, and my only focus is Cade fucking Cormier, between my legs, sucking my dick like it’s what he was made to do.
He bobs on my cock a few more times until he takes me all the way in, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.
“Fuck,” I growl, sinking my fingers into his hair. “You keep that up and I’m going to come before I even get inside that sweet ass…”
His eyes flash with challenge, and I immediately grip his hair tight and pull him off me. He stares back at me with that defiance I fucking love, and I smile down at him.
“I didn’t say you could make me come yet.” I release his hair, then motion with my hand for him to turn around. “Give me that ass.”
But he does what he does best.
Defy me.
He stays right where he is, staring up at me with a look that says ‘Make me’.
So I do what I do best.
I reach down and grab his leg, forcefully pulling it towards me and slapping his ass hard.
“Fuck yo—”
“Sit on my fucking face. Now.”
That shuts him up.
His expression shifts from annoyance to something full of want and need, and he slowly shifts to swing his leg over my chest, putting that beautiful ass right where it needs to be.
“Good boy,” I say in a low voice. I place my hands on his hips and grip tight, pulling him lower. “Let’s see how bad you can be for me now.”
I swipe my tongue over his hole, and he moans as his hands brace against my stomach. I do it again as I pull him down harder, and keep going until he’s grinding into my face and making me a very happy man.
I hum as I push my tongue into him, and his whole body responds as his hips roll, his breath quickens, and his fingers dig into my skin like he’s trying to hold himself together. Then he leans forward again and takes me in his mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I groan as he takes me deeper, working me in and out of his mouth with the same relentless rhythm I’m driving into his ass with my tongue.
The pressure builds fast, and pleasure swells as it threatens to tear right through me while I lose myself in the way he tastes, the way he sounds, and the way his body reacts to mine like we’re meant to fucking be.
I never fucking want this to end. But I also need to get inside him, and I need to do it before I spill down his throat.
Not that I wouldn’t enjoy that as well.
I pull my mouth away from him and slap his ass hard, leaving a perfect handprint, which I admire for a moment, before he pulls his mouth from my cock and glares at me over his shoulder.