Chapter 17 Cade #2
“I wasn’t cheating,” he protests, but Ansel just raises an eyebrow in disbelief. I told him to be wary, and he was. Not many of us actually catch Dalton sneaking cards or cash off the table, but we have a few times. We know how he works.
“Give him his bracelet back, Dalton,” I grunt warningly.
Ansel blinks down at his bare wrist. “Wait, did you just take that off of me?”
Dalton sighs, pulling it from his pocket and putting it in Ansel’s palm. “I would never do that. It just slipped off.”
Ansel glances at it and fastens it back on his wrist. “I didn’t even notice.” He runs his fingers along the bracelet and then meets Dalton’s eyes. “Can you teach me how to do that?”
Dalton perks up slightly. “Sure can. Let me know when and where.”
Ansel looks positively giddy at the thought and talks about it the entire way back to our room, the cash cradled in his hands, his mouth moving a mile a minute.
“Do you think Harley is going to need to go to the doctor for swallowing the iron?”
“Nah, he’s done shit like that before—pun intended. It comes out one way or another. He’ll be fine.”
“Samson won’t be though, will he?”
“No, he’ll never look at the iron the same way.”
Ansel giggles, and the sound makes something flutter inside of me. “Oh, and tell me all the tea about Dalton and Jackson. There’s something going on, I just know it.”
I hum. “Maybe something’s up on Jackson’s end, but Dalton isn’t into him. He likes older men.”
Ansel sighs. “Well, poor Jackson then. How tragic.”
“He’ll get over it. He’s young. There are many fish in the sea.”
Ansel peers up at me, happiness in his gaze. “There are so many fish, but when you find the right one…”
I lean down and kiss him fiercely, claiming him with my tongue. When we finally break apart, Ansel seems almost dazed.
“You made me forget what I was going to say,” he murmurs, running his tongue along his teeth. “Oh yes. Matthias and Wyatt. They seem so romantic, so in love. I saw it at dinner, but tonight it was almost palpable.”
I push the door to the bedroom open. “They are obsessed with each other. It was a long time coming too, but they finally found their way back to each other.”
Took a fake marriage and a breakup to get there, but I don’t go into all that now. It’s not my story to tell.
Ansel sets the money on the dresser with a small chuckle. “I still can’t believe you play Monopoly with real money.”
“Sometimes we do. Tonight, you got lucky.”
He eyes me coyly. “Am I going to get lucky in another way tonight?”
I smirk, taking a step closer. “You sure are.”
His cheeks darken, his breathing picking up. I love it when he’s like this—so eager, so horny for it. For me.
Just as I am for him.
I’m so glad he kidnapped me. I’m so fucking glad he made that mistake. I can’t think about the alternative. Ansel, not in my life. Him being in danger. Because whoever he would have kidnapped instead would not see him for the prize he is.
Nope. Can’t do it. I’m just relieved this is how things have turned out.
I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Ansel eyes it and does the same, revealing that pale, slim chest that I’m obsessed with.
“Pants next,” he says, watching eagerly as I kick those off, leaving me completely naked.
“Didn’t bother with underwear?” he asks.
I wink. “Too many layers to get to you.”
He grins and shucks his pants and boxers as well, leaving him perfect, gleaming. He positively shines.
“You gonna tell me what that raven tattoo means?”
“It’s a family thing. We all have one. It’s our physical tie to The Firm,” I say, and he touches his cock.
“Well, I like it. It’s hot.”
“Then I’m glad I got it.”
I’m on him in seconds, lifting him up, smashing my lips to his, and walking us to the bed.
He groans against me, my throat swallowing his needy moans.
They settle in my stomach, and I feel those butterflies take flight once more.
I’ve never experienced this with someone before. The excitement, the craving.
We fall to the mattress, and I hover over him, our tongues tangling, our bodies writhing.
“Need you in me,” he moans, chasing my lips as I pull away. “Fuck me, please, Cade.”
I want to. The image of pushing into that tight hole is almost too much. The thought is breathtaking, but I’ve already had my fill. It’s my turn now. “I thought we’d do something a little different tonight. You did earn a prize, after all.”
He reaches up to touch my chest almost reverently. “I’ve already got that, Cade.”
Fuck, this man. If he ever walks away from me, my brothers will need to lock me in the panic room. There’s no telling what I’ll do.
I stare at him for a long minute, mapping out everything about him before reaching over and grabbing the lube.
He watches me with open curiosity. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I think the question should be, what are you going to do to me?”
He gasps when I flick the lid open and pour some of the liquid into my hand, reaching down and grabbing our cocks together and stroking.
“What do you mean?”
“I thought I’d ride you.”
Ansel moans, his eyelids fluttering. “You want me to fuck you?”
I tighten my grip. “Mhm. I want to be in you, on you, all around you.” He groans, his back arching up. “Do you want that, butterfly?”
Ansel swallows and nods. “I do. Yes. I do.”
I bite my lip, the sensation of us touching, the sight of us together almost too much. But the thought of him being inside of me is even better.
“But I won’t last. Not long. It’s… I can’t believe you want to do that,” Ansel says, and I bend down and kiss him roughly. He whimpers into my mouth, reaching up and threading his hands through my hair.
I pull away with a gasp before I get carried away. “Believe it, butterfly. I want your cock in my ass. Gonna let you fill me up.”
Letting us go, I reach behind me to open myself up, rough and determined. Just like I like it. Ansel watches it all with a hooded gaze. When I walk my knees forward, reaching behind me and slotting his cock against my hole, he lets out a low, almost pained groan.
“Oh my god,” he murmurs as I sink down onto him. The head pops in first, an ache that pulses through my dick. I love it. Love the feeling of being stretched wide open, of being impaled.
I love it almost as much as fucking.
“You ready?” I ask Ansel, and he nods, his breathing frantic, eyes wide.
I don’t hesitate. I slam down onto him, taking him in one fell swoop. My eyes flutter closed as my head falls back. Fuck. It’s been so long. Too fucking long. And even the times before didn’t feel like this.
My butterfly is perfect in all the ways—the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
I need to move. I need to feel more, to show Ansel how good I can make it feel for him.
Bracing the muscles in my thighs, I lift up before quickly dropping back down.
The motion makes Ansel cry out, his hands grappling to hold on to something.
They land on my legs as I ride him, rough and feral, my ass slamming down against his hips, the sound of our skin slapping reverberating around the room.
It mingles with our moans in a perfect harmony.
It’s a quick fuck, just like I want it. I stroke my cock to the sight of him below me, his cheeks and ears pink, his pupils dilated, his chest heaving.
“Not. Gonna. Last,” he breathes. “Oh god. Fuck! You feel so good…”
His words descend into a low whine. I stroke myself faster. I want to come as he does. I need to.
And it’s quick. He wasn’t lying.
Ansel’s eyes roll back in his head, his fingernails digging into my skin, and then I feel it, him filling me. I hear the noise we make together as I continue to ride him. It’s the perfect sound. The perfect song.
The knowledge that his cum is marking me has my own cock erupting, my hole clenching around his length. It sets him off again, a small orgasm moving through him.
I collapse down on him, making sure to bear most of my weight on my elbows so as not to crush him. That’s how we stay. Me trying to catch my breath, Ansel trying to come back from his overwhelming bliss.
“I can’t believe you,” he finally rasps.
I lift my head to smirk down at him. “Why? What’s not to believe?”
He gestures with a hand. “You just…took me. So quick and easy. You didn’t even go slow.”
“I do like a little pain with my pleasure. Would you prefer I make love to you?”
He blushes, and his gaze softens. “I mean, maybe. But my god, that was hot.”
I chuckle and wriggle my hips against him, feeling his softening cock inside of me.
“Are you sore?” he asks.
I shrug. “I will be, but what a great reason for it, hm?”
He nods and drags his hands up my chest. “Such a good reason. I’ve never topped before.”
That makes me freeze. “Are you serious?”
His gaze darts away. “Yes. I’m not top material, you know? Or, at least no one has ever thought so before.”
I shake my head and move off him, feeling his release drip from me as I snuggle into his side. “You can be anything you want to be, my love. I’ll let you spread your wings and fly.”
He sighs, our bodies tucked into each other.
“You mean it?”
“I do.”