Chapter 26 Violet
Chapter Twenty-Six
VIOLET
I don’t know what time it is when I wake. Cade doesn’t. And I sit up, studying him.
He needs a shave, even though I like the slight beginnings of stubble he had last night, and he looks hot as hell with some scruff. But I don’t want to be covered in beard burn.
Scratch that. I love the thought of being marked by him in such a way, the reddening of skin, the slight peeling like I just got some kind of major exfoliation except I had it concentrated around my mouth and chin.
What I don’t want is those marks on me in case I go in as a worker.
I shudder at the thought.
I get his trepidation. Why he doesn’t want me to.
He doesn’t want other men touching me, fucking me. And I don’t want that either.
But surely, I can find a way around it. They have bartenders, I could do that. Or…
Or maybe I am being stupid and na?ve.
I rub a hand over my chin. Then I slowly peel back the quilt.
Damn, even soft he’s a good size. I never really thought about dicks before, not as a thing to be admired and turned on by, unless of course, they belonged to a man I desired and loved. But he’s something else.
And I want him hard.
I go down and lick him, and he starts to grow. It’s wonderful, and my head gets a little giddy with the power of it.
If I had restraints, I’d tie him down and have my way with him.
This isn’t a fantasy of mine. Or it wasn’t, but right now, with him getting harder with each lick, it’s fast becoming one.
I take him into my mouth and start to suck, bobbing up and down.
He tastes like us, like the shower we also had before having sex again. He’s so big now, stretching my mouth, and I want to make him come, I want to do it by myself, without his guidance, without—
“Jesus, woman. Normally, I’d be mad about being woken in the middle of the night.”
I suck harder, the twitching cock and precum making my pussy throb and my clit start to ache in that delicious way. The one that means I can taste gratification, that holding off on my own pleasure to give him some means mine will be amazing.
Normally, Cade always makes sure I come unless it’s a game he’s playing and edging me. But this time, I want the control. All of it.
Over him. And his orgasm. Over mine.
I bob down, taking him deep, pushing past the gag reflex that begins, not stopping, and I hold him there, in my throat, swallowing over him that salty clean taste that’s just a little bit dirty from after shower games.
It’s irresistible.
He hisses in a breath, then groans. “When I can get it, I like my sleep. Fuck! But I’ll take your mouth swallowing my cock any day.
I slide back up, coughing, needing to breathe. Everything’s so wet, slippery and I jack him off a little as I lick and suck the head of his cock. And then when he lets out a groan that’s full of want and need. “Fuck, Violet.”
His hand touches my hair, and I pull off his cock.
“No. I want to do this. You pretend I’ve tied you up.”
In the low light of the room, I look at him and don’t miss his amused look or the half smile. But he lays back, hands behind his head. “Like this?”
“Just like that. Don’t move. Or else.”
“God, the threats,” he breathes. “I’ll obey.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Think of me more as your willing captive.”
I continue with my ministrations, and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever really loved blow jobs before. At least, not like I do with him.
Everything about it turns me on, from the way he fills my mouth and throat, and the way he tastes and feels, to the power that courses through me.
I’m the one causing his moans and groans, the stiffening of his muscles as he fights cumming. And I work to make him to it. Make him cum down my throat. I take him deep, so deep, and I ignore all the saliva, and the way my reflex is in overtime.
And then he stiffens completely, the warmth of his cum hitting my throat, and I pull back a little to get the taste the salt of him, and I swallow him down.
I slowly come off him, holding his deflating cock and, as he moves, I whisper, “no.”
Now I start the torture game. I’m not good at it. Not like he is, that sweet spot he can hit and hold in me.
So, I just lick him, slowly running my fingers up and down his length, moving to the tip to suck and make him jump.
But he’s like me. Responsive, so responsive. Maybe it’s just how we click, this sexual compatibility, this way we can come together and fulfill every single glorious second of sex so easily.
And the sex is so hot between us I know he’ll be hard and ready for me in minutes, so I just revel in the moment.
“Fuck, you’re heading for major punishment,” he mutters. “When I get free.”
“Maybe I’ll keep you captive. My sex slave.”
“There are worse things in this world, Vi.”
His cock is fully at salute now, and I suck him some more because I can, because I want to and then, holding him at his base, I move up, climbing on him and positioning him, sliding down to take him in.
I go slowly. I’m wet, so it’s not hard. He’s big, but the stretch feels good and soon I’m sitting on him, full.
I wait a beat.
Then I hold on to his abs and start to rock, lifting and coming down, fucking him, finding the spot that makes me sing. He hisses, and I ride him, getting more confident second by second, and I’m turning myself on.
He’s mine. This man is mine, and I love he’s letting me set the pace, be in control, take him on a ride my way.
I love stroking him inside me deep, but also moving in such a way I can rub and mash my clit against him, and the magic’s been happening since the moment I licked his cock, but now that other one starts, the one full of stars and absolute pleasure.
The pressure that builds.
I rock on him harder, faster, the singing electric threads of pre orgasmic bliss spin out, and I toss back my hair, using him, slamming up and down, grinding into him until it happens.
My body shifts a notch, and the orgasm hits, that sweet moment of bliss suspended until it throws me into wild pleasure.
And I come, my pussy spasming on him as my clit beats with the exquisite ecstasy.
He grabs me then, as I start to tumble down, and holds me tight, slamming up into me in hard thrusts until he shouts my name, and Cade cums a second time.
Then he slowly rolls us, kissing me.
I love these kisses, they’re ones where oxygen’s an afterthought, where the deep needs of tasting and discovering each other over and over. Lips and tongues tangle.
But he kisses me once more before pulling out and turning me to hold me in his embrace. His lips brush my ear.
“Get some fucking sleep, Vi.”
When I wake again, we’re a tangle of limbs, and it’s a delicious heat caused by us. His arms are wrapped around me, and I turn, wiggling, so I can nuzzle against him. And I wrap my hand around his morning wood.
“Good morning, my little nympho. I thought you’d be worn out after everything last night.”
I squeeze his cock, pulling the skin up, and he groans.
“You know I’m yours, Cade.”
“And you’re frisky. Do you want more?”
I sigh and push up against him, kissing his throat. “I always want more.”
“You’re an insatiable monster.” He laughs, flipping onto his back and taking me with him, and then he lifts me, and I guide his cock to my pussy as he pulls me down on it.
“Do you blame me?”
I gasp as he bites my throat, but then the buzz of his phone shatters the moment, and I groan.
He does, too. “Gotta look. It could be important, and he rolls us over, still lodged in me as he grabs the phone.
Then he groans, too, and gently pulls out. “Enzo.”
“What is it?”
There’s a dark cloud that passes over his features, one he tries to hide. “Not sure. He says we need to meet.”
His phone buzzes again. And he hits answer. I can hear Enzo’s voice but not the words.
“Yeah.” Cade swings out of bed. “I heard you. Urgently…fine I’ll meet you there. Give me fifteen.”
He hangs up, and he’s already halfway to the bathroom.
I’m up, too, following him. “What’s up, Cade?”
“I don’t know.”
I jump in the shower with him. “I’m coming too.”
“No, you’re not.”
I am.
I steal the soap and have the world’s fastest shower and jump out, leaving him to finish up. Then I get dressed and ready in minutes, so I’m waiting for him by the door when he comes hustling out of the bedroom in his jeans, T and hoodie. The backpack on his hand.
He stops, looking at me. “No.”
“You’re wasting time.” I open the door. “Come on.”
“I don’t have time to argue,” he mutters, locking up behind him.
The diner is one where I’ve bought a breakfast bagel before, and I’ve been to with Jack. Cade is more order in than go to a diner. Probably because he spends so much time working.
And…and maybe going to sex clubs? Back before we met. Because there’s a lot about Cade I never knew back when I was dating Jack.
Enzo waves us over, and the waitress comes with coffee.
I order a bagel with cream cheese and lox, and Cade just asks for the yoghurt, oats and berries.
“Are you fifty?” Enzo picks up a piece of his bacon and munches on it.
“Nope, just not looking for clogged arteries like you.”
Enzo grins. “You know me. I like to live on the wild side.”
“What was so urgent?” Cade sips his coffee.
“I did it. Asked my uncle for help.”
I frown, scooting a little closer to Cade, hand going to his thigh as I try to work out what I’m missing. Because I’m missing something.
There’s a tension vibrating through Cade, and he’s totally focused in on Enzo.
“Fuck.” Cade sets his cup down, fingers tightening on it.
Enzo meets his gaze, and there’s something unspoken that passes between them. “You asked, man.”
“I’m aware.”
“He got back to me pretty fucking quick.”
Cade blows out a breath. “Did he say what he might want?”
Who is this uncle of his? He sounds like a big deal.
And Cade’s reaction seems to be aimed at the mention of who he contacted.
“Not yet, but he did it. Tracked the fucker down,” Enzo mutters.
“What fucker?” I ask.
They both glance at me. “Ivan.”
I still. “The one who…”
“Took us, yeah, that fucker.” Then Cade swings his attention back to Enzo. “But it’s not just he found him, is it?”
“Not in terms of what my uncle did. He got his location. And I went to the dive he was at in the early hours this morning. Let’s just say, he was in a corner, getting drunk when I rocked up.”
“No security?”
I’m sure they were dotted around, but low-key means ditching most of your entourage, and dude’s only now creeping out of the hole he hid in. Good for us, though, because I got close. I know who he was with, too.”
For some reason, his gaze shifts to me.
“Guess who the companion was.” Enzo lifts his eyes from me to Cade. “Vi knows him.”
“But…” I frown. I don’t know anyone who’d know this Ivan. Maybe Thomas, but Cade knows who Thomas is and surely, that wouldn’t be some kind of shock.
Cade rubs a hand over his face. “Fuck.”
“I think you’ve got it.” Enzo offers a grim, humorless smile.
“Walsh.” Cade mutters the name like it’s toxic.
“Fucking bingo.” That smile turns into a dark grin.
“Two of them were in deep conversation when I sat myself down to the side. So deep they didn’t even pause.
Probably thought the music in that fucking bar would block out what they were saying.
I did miss some of it, but…my favorite line, and the most telling, was the one about making sure nothing leads back to the congressman. ”
“But—” I stop when Cade squeezes my hand and shoots me a look.
Enzo continues, attacking his eggs. “Nothing direct was said. I’ve got it recorded.” He tosses Cade a USB. “But there’s nothing usable, and nothing that would never hold up anywhere. It was, however, rich in inuendo. The chat alluded to Joseph Walsh’s involvement in his daughter’s disappearance.”
“Mental gymnastics, or just if you know you know type of inuendo?” Cade asks.
“The latter, or I wouldn’t be here.” Enzo spears some bacon and mops a piece of toast through his yolk.
My bagel, that arrived at some point during the conversation, turns my stomach and I push it away. “Did he mention her?”
“Didn’t need to,” Enzo says. “Look, we’ve done this long enough, and we know how the dots work. Anyone else overhearing them would have thought nothing of it. They might’ve wondered why the congressman was there, but he was in jeans.”
“He’s away.” My stomach turns.
“No, he isn’t,” Enzo says. “Or maybe he’s back early.
He wasn’t in a suit, and he wasn’t camera ready and even drunk they were careful.
To me, it was clear as day because I have more facts than the average Joe.
The club, the daughter’s being held like someone who’s been human trafficked, maybe to the highest bidder. Your boss isn’t a good guy.”
I push back the table. “Walsh isn’t…”
Isn’t what? I can’t believe this, unlike I could with Isaac.
Walsh is different, good, a man who I hear nothing but great things about, and that’s his staff. The people where the dirt is usually exposed. He’s not shady.
I’d have seen it.
Others would whisper about it.
“I need the bathroom, if you’ll excuse me.” I get up and hurry through the diner to the restroom and go inside.
There, I splash water on my face and sink down against the wall, taking deep breaths.
Enzo didn’t say it out loud, he didn’t have to. But human trafficking means someone sold her. Walsh…?
I can’t.
Would he sell his own daughter? And why? It’s all kinds of demonic, that.
Someone taps on the door, and I get up as it opens, and Cade pokes his head in, making my heart wobble. “You okay, Violet?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” I start to nod but end up shaking my head as my eyes blur, and my throat burns. “I can’t believe it. I was so sure he was a good guy.”
And I look at Cade.
Really look.
If I’m wrong on all the levels with every man I’ve met, then am I wrong about Cade?
From his cheating brother to Isaac and now the congressman… There are other guys who do wrong that I thought weren’t that. Small things, little things. Names and faces blur in my head for a moment.
“Maybe I can’t trust my gut at all.”
But Cade opens the door wider and comes in, locking the door.
He takes me by my shoulders gently, his touch instantly comforting. “Don’t go there, Vi. Just breathe.”
I do, and I rest my head on his shoulder, his arms coming around me grounds me and stops the freefall.
“I just…”
“I know,” he murmurs. “But we’ll get to the truth. Together.”