Chapter 16 Cade
CADE
“Have you gotten any information out of Ansel yet?” Wylder asks, sitting behind his desk and typing on his computer. His hair is perfectly done, his tie not out of place. He’s always so put together. The one brother who never breaks.
“Um, fuck no.” I let out a small laugh, and Wylder peers up at me.
“Why not? Isn’t that what you were doing last night?”
“You mean after he smashed the pie on that bitch’s face?”
“That ‘bitch’ is my girlfriend.”
I fold my arms. “Better be an ex-girlfriend after last night.”
Wylder sighs and rubs at his eyes. “I know. She was insufferable.”
I take a seat opposite him just as the door to the office opens and Dotty, the housekeeper, walks in.
“Dotty,” Wylder says carefully. “I told you not to disturb me when the door is closed. But maybe you forgot, as you were on vacation for the last week…”
She slams a cleaning solution onto the cart, and everything rattles.
The older woman with graying hair and a permanent scowl on her face just eyes my older brother before ignoring him completely. Instead, she rolls her cleaning cart in and pulls out a duster.
Wylder sighs loudly, annoyed that Dotty never listens to him. I don’t know why he expects anything different. She’s been with us since we were kids. Given the shit we pulled during our teen years, I’m not surprised that she just ignores us. It’s payback for all the times we ignored her.
It amuses me to no end to see how she acts with Wylder. My poor stoic brother has no idea what to do with her. She begins on the other end of the room, dusting the bookshelves as I turn toward Wylder and bite back a grin.
“Don’t fucking laugh,” he murmurs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ve had a fucking night.”
“So, you gonna dump her?”
Wylder grimaces. “Probably. She’s been convenient, but she crossed a line.”
“If you don’t, Samson may kill her.”
Wylder snorts a laugh. “He probably will. It was a close call last night.”
Remembering last night has my cock perking up. I left Ansel in the bedroom, and I’m having breakfast delivered up to him while I meet with Wylder.
Although there’s not much we can discuss with Dotty hovering nearby.
“Any headway on the phone?”
Wylder shakes his head. “Nope. He’s still getting messages from Neo, though.”
“Maybe we need to let Ansel call him. Get him to back all the way off.”
Wylder ponders that as Dotty makes her way over to the desk and begins to dust around the papers and files he has on it.
He sighs loudly once more, and when she makes no attempt to give us space, he says, “Dotty, not the paperwork.”
She simply leans over and wags the duster right across his face.
Wylder scrunches his nose and sneezes as my laugh echoes around the room. Dotty turns and does the same to me, making my eyes water.
If she hadn’t been with this family for a hundred years, Wylder would have fired her already. Sadly, he can’t.
She’s a fixture—a very rude one, much like Dr. Ramsey.
Dotty then grabs the vacuum, plugs it in, and turns it on. It’s a loud whir, an ancient device she refuses to trade in for something quieter. I think she enjoys making us miserable in any small way she can.
Can’t blame her, really. We truly were little shits as kids, and I have no doubt she has carefully recorded each and every bad thing we’ve done. Well, when our father wasn’t looking, that is.
With our conversation abruptly cut short, I stand up, holding out my hand for Ansel’s phone.
Wylder stares at it for a long time before shaking his head.
I reach out and smack him across the face; a light tap, but one that annoys the shit out of him.
I waggle my fingers in a gimme sign, and he sighs. He’s doing that a lot today. Maybe he needs to get laid by someone who isn’t an ice queen. Someone who livens him up a bit.
“Give it right back,” he says, and I nod, closing my fingers around the phone when he puts it in my hand.
I give him a thumbs-up and move toward the door of the office, moving around Dotty. But she somehow still manages to run the vacuum over my feet.
I glower at her, and I swear I see a twinkle in her eyes.
She enjoys fucking with us.
Moving up the stairs toward Ansel, I find him in the tub, his head resting against the edge, his eyes closed. He looks so fucking hot right now, wet hair, puffy lips, pink cheeks.
He looks thoroughly fucked.
I mean, he is. His ass has to be sore. My dick is big, and he took it so well. It stirs as I devour his body with my eyes.
Like he senses me there, his eyes flicker open. The grin he gives at the sight of me warms my heart.
“Hey.”
I crouch down and lean forward, connecting my lips with his. He sighs, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. I suck on it for a long minute before pulling away, reveling in how his mouth is now spit slick.
From me.
“I brought you a present.”
“What is it?”
I waggle his phone in response.
He gasps, sitting up and grabbing for it. “Yes! Thank you.”
“Can’t keep it forever, but Neo has been messaging. You should give him a call. Just don’t mention The Firm.”
He nods and quickly unlocks his phone, pulling up Neo’s name and hitting call.
I listen to the rings, knowing I should give him some privacy, but also knowing that’s not going to happen. He must know it too because he doesn’t say anything about me lingering. Probably helps that I’ve dipped my hands in the water and am now lightly massaging his neck.
“Hey,” I hear him say, and a smile lights up his face. Fucking love it when he does that.
I hear a voice on the other end of the line, but can’t make out what’s being said. I should have asked for it to be placed on speaker, but I didn’t think about it. I was too busy thinking about how hot he looked in the tub.
“Yeah, I’m safe, just got caught up with some stuff.” He laughs weakly. “No, I’m safe. This isn’t like last time. I mean it. I’m being very well taken care of.” His eyes flick to mine, and he blushes. “Really well taken care of.”
My chest puffs up, and I drag my hand down his chest, toying with his cute little nipples.
He gasps and then lets out a laugh. “Sorry, no. Just…stubbed my toe.”
I twist the other a little harder, and he bites down on his lip. “Right, well, we will definitely meet up and you can meet the reason I’m so happy…” I lean over and kiss his neck, licking and biting it. “He’s very hot.”
“I am,” I murmur, and the voice on the other end of the line grows almost shrill.
Ansel covers his moan with another laugh as my teeth graze his pulse point. “Yeah, that’s him. Anyway, I have to go, but I’ll message again soon and find a time to meet.” He’s quiet a moment, and then adds, “Love you too.”
My lips leave his neck, and he hands me the phone. I turn it off and set it on the counter behind me.
“You love him?”
His gaze is steady as it meets mine. “Only like a brother or a best friend.”
I grab on to his chin, tilting him toward me and kissing him roughly.
He moans and twists in the tub, water sloshing up and over the edge.
It splashes against my pants, but I barely notice, not when he’s threading his fingers through my hair and tugging me against him.
Now my shirt is wet too, but once again it’s ignored.
I’m too busy kissing him, feeling his heavy panting against my own.
A low moan slips from his mouth, and I swallow it down.
My hand drifts to his ass, and I squeeze one of his cheeks.
He groans loudly as I lift him up and out of the tub, the two of us falling onto the floor, his legs straddling mine.
He’s wet, full of bubbles, his hands tugging my shirt off over my head and tossing it aside.
Then his fingers fumble with the zipper of my pants.
His lips never leave mine, just endless kisses as he reaches down, grabs my dick, and pulls it out.
Yes. Fuck yes.
He strokes it as he shifts forward on his knees, arching up as he brings both our cocks together.
My groans amplify, my fingers digging into the flesh of his hips, his ass.
His hand tightens around us, and I bring one of my own down to help.
The sensation of us getting off together is almost too much. But the sight…
I wrench my lips from his and stare down at us—his thinner, smaller cock up against my own, the way our hands move in tandem as we work ourselves toward the edge.
“Look at us,” I say, and flick my eyes up, realizing that Ansel is staring directly at me, his pupils blown wide, his mouth open in silent pants.
“Look at us,” he repeats, and then he throws his head back, and I watch his orgasm rattle through him. His Adam’s apple bobs, the tendon in his neck popping from the skin, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
The sight alone is enough to undo me.
My release joins his, and the two of us sit there in the bathroom, foreheads pressed together, lips brushing as we kiss lazily.
“Dotty is going to kill me,” I murmur when I finally realize what a mess we’ve made.
“Who’s Dotty?”
“The housekeeper. She already resents us. I can’t imagine what she’d do to us if she saw the state of this bathroom.
” Ansel grins, and I kiss his swollen lips again before continuing.
“One time, she was mad at Wylder for asking her not to clean with a certain product. The next day, he found all of his shirts ironed with a long crease down one side.”
“Oh my god. She sounds like she shouldn’t be crossed.”
“She’s scarier than The Firm, to be honest. She vacuumed over my foot this morning.”
Ansel giggles, and I can’t help but feel my chest expand at the sound. I love how happy he is in this moment, how relaxed.
“I’d love to meet her.”
“You should be very afraid,” I tell him solemnly, and he shakes his head.
“I’ve had a gun pointed at my head. I think I can withstand meeting your housekeeper.”