Chapter 39 Cade
Chapter Thirty-Nine
CADE
I’m not sure how much we slept, but I’m pretty fucking sure we’ve had sex over every inch of my loft. We fucked in front of the window. I ate her out with the lights on and curtains up, and she sucked me off the same way.
When we woke up today…
Her hand wraps around my semi hard cock that hasn’t quite got the memo it’s nearing break time.
I’ve had more sex in the past twenty-hours than I’ve had in most relationships, for want of a better word, that I’ve had.
“Dear fucking hell, Vi. Are you trying to kill me?”
“What? You can’t do three times?”
I raise a brow and try not to laugh.
“Three times? That’s this last two hours. What about last night, the early hours? Shit. I’m not that rich, besides, usually the black widow waits until after the wedding.”
“Weakling.” She kisses me slowly, and I can’t help myself, my cock gets harder as our tongues meet and her tits rub against my chest.
“I’m just struggling a little here, I want to make it to the wedding.”
She laughs, eyes glittering. “I’ll make it easy for you this time.”
Vi kisses her way down my chest, over my abs and under the covers.
I peek as she jerks me, pleasure and a low ache of overuse hitting me all at the same time. I won’t lie and say I don’t like it.
This is Vi. It’s fucking perfect.
And then she changes the game, her mouth comes down over my cock, kicking the erection into full gear, and I suck in a sharp breath.
She hoovers me down in slow motion, all the way so the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and…fuck me.
“Holy hell, are you phenomenal at this.”
I groan as the pleasure spreads like wildfire, her mouth is magic, and I go from ten to about a thousand in seconds.
Fuck, I could come hard. I’m getting there, too.
She plays with my balls, squeezing, massaging, making everything sear with hot pleasure. They get tight, and my cock aches with the need—
A buzzing sound stops the orgasm, and she stops sucking.
Fuck, my phone.
“Ignore it. Suck my cock, Vi.”
I go to turn the damn thing off, but Vi switches to jerking me again, using the wetness to slide hard and fast on my cock, keeping me at the brink of orgasm but not quite. It’s edging, pure and simple.
“Answer the phone,” she says.
I glance at it. “No fucking way, it’s Jack.”
The wench grins. “I dare you to. Talk to him, and I’ll make you come.”
“No.”
“I triple dog dare you.”
There’s no way I’m backing down. “You’re on.”
I press answer.
And she starts to suck again, her eyes on me, and it’s a double whammy of erotic hell, her watching, her working me. “Hey Jack.”
“You busy?”
“Just…just working out. I can…talk.”
“I just wanted to check in, see how everything is.”
I hit mute. “I can’t do this. It’s my brother.”
“You already said.” She pulls off my cock, and it’s a hard-felt edging moment this time. Worse than the last. It hurts.
“Come on, finish me off. He knows something’s up.”
But her grin is evil. “If you want to ever come again, and I intend to be married to you until the death do us part bit, you’ll unmute and talk to him. Nonstop. If you stop talking, I stop.”
“You’re a fucking monster.”
“And you’re the poor besotted fool that wants to marry me.”
It’s fucking true. “Fine. But you better make me come.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sorry about that,” I say to my brother as she starts to suck again, this time going all the way down, and I groan.
“Dropped the weight,” I say before he can ask. “How’s work? Good. Have you met anyone new? Thought more about moving because—fuck—I have a place for you and before you ask, you’d have to pay rent.”
I keep talking. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying, and I don’t give my poor brother a moment to speak. But holy hell, as wrong as this is, it feels so fucking good, and I’m a weak man.
When she takes me and gags herself, it’s like visiting heaven.
“Hold on—”
I mute again to let out a wild, low moan. Then I glare at her.
She comes up, and holds the tip in her mouth, licking it, toying with it with her tongue, and it might be worse or better than everything else she’s doing. Or maybe I’ve lost my mind.
Jack’s talking, I can hear him, but he can’t hear us, and I say to Vi, “What kind of torture is this?”
She pops off my cock “Payback. For that time I was out for dinner with Lia.”
And I laugh. “That was hilarious. This is my brother and your ex. It’s mean.”
Her eyes narrow. “No, this is hilarious too. Get back to talking, Cade.”
“Get back to sucking.”
She does, and I unmute. A dare’s a dare, but the thing is, she’s so fucking good at this it’s diabolical.
I tell Jack more about the place then I jump to the weather and sport and finally to computer games. I know his favorite one so we can talk at each other and not pay attention.
The orgasm sneaks up on me, and I manage to hit mute right as I come, letting out the most unholy scream of painful pleasure in my life. I shake and shudder, and my cock twitches and spurts ropes of cum both down her throat in her mouth and on her as she pulls off.
“You’re on mute.”
The moment, I’ve recovered, I speak. “I’m not scarring my brother for life.”
I take the phone off mute.
Vi mouths, “Cheater,” at me.
“Sue me,” I mouth back.
“You okay?” Jack asks. “You sound super out of breath. I thought you were fitter than that.”
He pauses. “Are you—?” He groans. “Oh god, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know!”
“I was not!” My brother makes a scoffing sound at my words. “This was an extra hard work out, but I’m done now. Uh, listen. I, uh, need to tell you something. And it’s okay to feel what you feel.”
“Cade?” he asks.
“I love her, man. Vi. More than anything. I proposed to her, and she feels the same way. She said yes.”
“I’m happy for you both,” he says quietly.
It’s in such a tone of voice I’m not sure if I believe him, but I take a leap of faith.
“Jack, would you be my best man?”
He doesn’t answer.
I hold my breath.
Nothing will stop this wedding, not even Jack. But I’d love his blessing. I’d love his involvement.
This is Vi. His ex. It’s got to be weird.
And I know I’d never see them again, roles reversed.
Then again, Jack wasn’t in love with her, and she wasn’t in love with him. There’s a difference.
“Jack?”
“Sorry, man. I’m just stunned.” He pauses again. “You really want me to be your best man?”
“You’re my brother.” It’s honest. I want Jack there. “Enzo will be up there, but you’d be my best man.”
“Really? You mean that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“I’d be honored, Cade.”
She smiles as I end the call. “I can’t believe how well everything worked out.”
“Yeah,” I say. “If someone had told me six months ago this is where I’d be, I wouldn’t have believed it.”
“Oh, I agree. Who’d have thought I’d be in bed with The Ghost right now? I bet I’m the envy of the dark web. And you’re a delicious prize to be had, Ghost.”
Her words thrill me. Not her thinking I’m a superhero digital vigilante, but the way she says it, the way she knows me so well.
I don’t think anyone knows me as well as her.
I pretend to be wounded, and I sadly shake my head. “Is that all I am to you? A prize to be had?”
Because I know she means the prize thing on some level. Because she’s the same to me. But prize as something priceless, not a thing to be won or had. Something to be cherished, explored, nurtured, loved.
She’s my prize and my heart and my world. I’m pretty fucking sure she means it the same way.
“Poor baby,” Vi whispers, “are your feelings hurt?”
Our gazes meet, and the sparks fly. “Am I?”
She turns it from playful to serious as she jerks my cock. “No. You’re so much more than that.”
“I am?”
“You’re my entire world.”