Chapter 21 Cade
Chapter Twenty-One
CADE
She needs a drink? I fucking need a vat of drinks and some kind of anti-Viagra, because Vi has a diabolical effect on me.
I can still feel the heat and velvety wetness of her pussy on my fingers. And I don’t miss how she’s left the skirt raised, the top down.
Thing is, I fucking love exposing her. But it’s too much for the rest of the evening. Like that, it’s inviting people to ignore her bracelet and its meaning. Like that it’s almost impossible for me not to drag her off to a corner and fuck her in front of everyone.
Something I don’t mind.
Something, in this setting, I can get behind.
But not tonight.
This is a taster and a test to see what Thomas wants.
What he asked me to do was so fucking small I know it was a test on whether I’d poke about.
But now I have the micro router planted and my burner back, I have to wait.
First thing, though, is fixing Vi’s outfit.
“Stop,” I say to her as she starts for the bar.
She frowns at me. “What?”
I gaze at her, taking her in, letting her stand, completely exposed for a while longer. People are looking, which is hot. But that includes Thomas, which isn’t.
Besides, I want her on edge, and less as they say is more.
“Dirty girl thinks she’s going to test all the men and some of the women in here, dressed like a slut?” I look her up. Then down.
“You—”
I step in close and place my mouth close to her ear. “Did I tell you to speak?”
Her heart beats fast, her pulse leaping as I step back.
And she nods.
I give her the slightest hint of a smile.
Slowly, deliberately, I walk around her, taking her in.
I take my time, adjusting her clothes, tugging the mini down just low enough to cover her pussy. The top high enough to cover her nipples and yet expose areola.
It’s perfection. And it threatens to make me so hard I won’t be able to hide my boner.
“That’s better.” I hold out my arm to take her to the bar.
We sit right as Thomas comes up. “Did you get your phone?”
“I did.” And I pull it from my pocket, confirming he noted me leaving it.
Or he has a camera. Maybe both. But whatever camera he has is probably just on the door. If he does illegal things in there, he might want documentation on who enters the office, but not what people might do in there.
That computer will have what he thinks are complicated passwords.
If he’d found the micro router, I don’t think I’d be breathing right now.
“Actually, I have a job for you,” he says.
I raise a brow. “A real one?”
“Let’s just say Club Doux Malvais is my rival, and I’d like a peek into their finances.
Sweet Wicked or Devil in old French. It’s a club I quite like and nowhere near the level of exclusive like this one.
“A peek or some dirt?”
Thomas grins. “Both. How long do you think it’ll take?”
If he wants dirt, he wants leverage, something to use in blackmail. So, I sweeten the pot. “How about I hack their accounts, syphon some money, and get you that dirt?”
“Even better.”
The rich love to make more money, it’s something that always amuses me.
I pull out my phone and since this burner is smart and the job is fucking easy, I get it done in minutes. “How’s now? Check your email.”
Thomas does as, next to me, Vi sits quiet and mostly still, sipping the whiskey I got her.
“Impressive,” he murmurs. “We just might be able to form an arrangement like you wanted. This does earn you membership. Consider your name always on the list.”
I nod. “I’m listening.”
“It’s bigger, a real one, and it pays. But there’ll be a lot more risk involved.”
“Thomas, I’m down for anything. We’ll talk more this week as I think I need to get Vi home. She’s worn out.” I slide her a look.
I don’t think she’s worn out, but the first time at a sex club can be draining in other ways, and I want to bring her some private joy, too.
But Allistair smirks. “Or you wore her out. I heard you put on a little show of your own earlier. Pity I missed it. Still, there’s always next time…”
“What can I say?” I look at Vi. “My little partner has a voracious appetite. One might say it’s insatiable…”
“Tomorrow night?” Thomas frames it as a question.
I nod. “Tomorrow night.”
“I’ll see you both then…”
I pin Vi to the door the moment we get in.
It’s the perfect fucking outfit. All I have to do is go to my knees, push the edges of the skirt up, and she’s naked, wet, mine.
I part her thighs and suck her clit hard until she shakes and shudders, coming hard. Pushing a hand on her stomach, I lick, roughly hitting her clit, time after time, not letting her ride out the orgasm.
I know she’s sensitive. All her muscles in her stomach and thighs tense as she tries to fight me, but I don’t let her, I keep going, pushing my tongue in her, then lapping up to her clit, sucking on it, pulling it in my mouth to torment and lick.
And she stops fighting and starts pushing against me, this time I feel the spasms as they hit, and she cries out, gasping as her orgasm hits. That’s when I pull her down, pushing her onto her stomach.
I need her ass.
So, I drag her ass up, knees skittering on my floor no doubt ripping her stockings which I plan to keep on her.
I release myself from my pants, and I jerk my cock, running my thumb over the tip, squeezing as I pull the skin up over my iron-like rod, torturing myself as I dip into her pussy with two fingers to paint her asshole with her juices, and then I push my fingers into that tight little starfish, working on opening her.
Violet gasps, the aftermath of her orgasm fluttering against me as she moans low.
Then I line up, and I ease in, all the way, balls deep.
I let her stretch, let her get used to me, and then I take her hard and rough, grabbing her hips as I plunge into her, each slam makes her cry out, “Yes”, and my balls are already high, tight.
Ripples of aching pleasure roll through me, electrified and pushing for release.
I hold it, hold it, hold…and then I can’t stop.
The orgasm starts at the base of my spine and rips through my flesh, my blood, making my cock swell as the pleasure bursts free, and I roar it out, cumming in her, cock twitching, spurting.
And I fucking swear I almost black out as I half collapse on her.
I don’t even notice her third orgasm until I come back to myself, and her body clenches my cock in waves as she moans beneath me.
I pull out, turning her and on that floor, I kiss her long and slow and deep, rolling us so she’s on top, and my hands tangle in her hair, our tongues dancing and hearts beating almost like they know the other.
Fuck, this girl.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
The kiss ends, and she rubs her cheek against my shirt and vest, and I hold her, wrapped in my arms for endless moments.
But I need to shower. She needs to shower. I want that fucking place washed off her.
It’s not until I put her on the floor and get up, holding out my hand to help her to her feet, I notice the bracelet still there.
Membership card? It seems like it because Thomas and the hostess both would have asked for it back.
I pull her in against me after I tuck myself away. “Go shower. I’ll order food.”
Her mouth twists up. “Smelling like me?”
“I fucking love smelling like you, but I can wash my face.” And with a grin, I kiss her again. “You’re delicious.”
“I’m going to shower. Pizza or pasta.”
“Your wish…”
With that, I wash my face, because I really don’t want to smell like sex and torment another delivery guy.
Also, I need to do some work after dinner. I take off my jacket and hang it up when my phone rings.
It’s Jack.
“Hey, man,” I say. Carefully.
“Hey.” He sounds just as careful. “I know it’s late, but I’m downstairs. Can I come up?”
“Sure.”
When Jack gets in, he takes in the suit. “Promotion?”
“Out earlier.” I take a breath. Pushing a hand through my hair, I motion to the kitchen. “Do you want a drink?”
He nods, and I can’t help but think Jack looks good. He doesn’t look stoned for one thing, and he’s in nice jeans and a light summer sweater and actual shoes are on his feet.
Not that I expected him to come over with bare feet, but he’d recently found an affinity for Crocs and his ratty old kicks.
“Um, just coffee.”
I raise a brow. “I was going to have a whiskey.”
He nods uncertainly. “A small one.”
I collect glasses and the bottle and head to the living room with Jack following me like a baby duck. When I glance back, he’s steadfastly trying not to look around, and that twists something deep in my chest.
He doesn’t have the expression of a man who is trying to hide feelings for someone. But he definitely is trying not to look around for Vi.
And I know, roles reversed, I wouldn’t be taking it well. Even though I’ve been with her a hell of a lot less time than Jack.
I pour his drink, and he sits, on the armchair, a move that’s not lost on me, either.
Holding my drink, I try to think of what to say because I can feel the ghost of me taking Vi between us, even though she’d finished with him.
But Jack speaks first.
“I’m sorry. For the other night. How I reacted, I mean. I should have called first, I just…I didn’t think that you and Vi…” He breathes out heavily and takes a sip. “I had a reason for dropping by, and it’s the same one now. I’m sorry. That’s all. I just wanted to apologize, Cade.”
“You didn’t do anything to me.”
“Yeah, I did. I took advantage of your place, which…” This time, he does look around.
“In my defense is pretty fucking sweet. But the whole thing with Vi dumping me made me realize I needed to get my shit together. The shit in Vegas with that stripper chick’s boyfriend or whoever they were reinforced it. ”
He looks down into his drink. “I never cheated on her. Not until then. And it’s lame because I just got carried away. I didn’t have sex with the girl, that honor went to a couple of friends, but touching is cheating too, you know? And I low-key hate myself for it.”
Fuck, he’s going to confess he still loves her, isn’t he? He’s going—
“It made me see how much I’d been taking Vi for granted, and how over it was, and I didn’t see.”
“Look, Jack—”
“I’m not finished. I’d love to say those things made me get a job. But living with my friends? That did it.” He shudders. “I moved into Drew’s place, I couldn’t with…”
Jack shakes his head. “But Drew is as bad. He’s trust fund all the way. I was going to ask you to help me out, but I think…I think I have to save up enough to rent my own place, you know?”
“Good for you.” I almost tell him he’s got a place waiting for him, but I hold back. Jack needs to make it to a month, maybe two, holding down that job, seeing what it’s like with stunted friends as roommates. It’s a hard lesson, but one I want soaked into his bones and soul.
Jack has got potential, and I love him, but going soft and handing him the keys means he could slide back. Or maybe it’s just taking away the control of his own future from him. So, I sit on it.
He takes a sip, smiling sheepishly. “I’ve been doing pretty well, but clearly not as well as you.”
I grimace as it hits. “If it means anything, I didn’t want you finding out about Vi and me that way.”
“Really?” Jack says, a sprinkle of sarcasm over his words. “Sex in a park probably wasn’t the best way.”
“It wasn’t sex,” I mutter. Not exactly. But I get the point.
“Whatever it was, it wasn’t exactly discreet.” He takes another swallow, then frowns at me. “You two seem good together. But you need to treat her well. She deserves it after putting up with all my shit.”
I grin. “I treat her very well.”
Jack shudders. “Too much information, man.”
“Asshole.”
“Dick.”
And like that, I have my brother back.
I clear my throat. “Did you want to join us for dinner? It’s late, I know, but we’re having pizza and maybe pasta?”
“I can’t. I’m on my way to work. Bartending, and it’s the late shift.”
“Okay, soon.” Thing is, I know bars and how they work, and no one tends to start this late.
Jack looks like he just clocked off. But I don’t think he’s ready to see Vi yet.
“We’ll talk soon,” I say, closing the door after he leaves.
The door to my bedroom opens. “Was that Jack? What did he want?”
“To apologize for the other night.”
She turns red, and I pull her into my arms where she drops her head against my chest. “Ugh, we’re the ones who should be apologizing.”
“Should we now?”
She nods. “He sure got a show.”
“He didn’t seem too bothered by it.” I kiss her nose as she looks up at me. “He’s got a job, hates his friends…living with them, that is. And he pretty much gave us his blessing.”
Vi laughs. “Did we need it?”
“Not really, but I bet it makes you feel better.”
“It does. And I’m glad you’re mending your relationship with Jack. I hate the idea I’m the reason you two don’t talk.”
I kiss her softly, and she slides her arms around my neck. “That was never going to be a thing. Jack just needed a few days, you know?”
“He’ll need longer than that. If he’s honest, he will. These things take time. But I hope he can be part of our lives again soon.”
“You’re a wise woman, Vi. And I’d like that, too.”