Chapter 32 Ansel
ANSEL
A month later
“Why is there a fucking horse in my backyard?” Wylder grunts in annoyance.
Cade chuckles and shrugs, his warm body next to mine. It’s cooler out today, but he’s turned the heater on and made it seem like a tropical retreat.
Cade has treated me with kid gloves while I’ve been healing.
Not that I expected anything less. I was in pain for ages, and now I’m just starting to feel better.
My hands have gone through some rehabilitation—massages, stretching, and many warm water soaks.
My arms healed faster than my hands, the skin torn but put back together with time.
Now the cuts are just red marks across the skin, healed but not fully gone.
I told Cade I’d have scars.
He doesn’t seem to mind.
“It’s a therapy horse. Neo ordered it.”
Wylder’s jaw clicks. Neo hasn’t left the property. Well, he has. He comes and goes as he pleases, sneaking out at all hours, driving Wylder mad.
I’m pretty sure Dotty has aided him in leaving, because the wicked smile she gets when Wylder looks like his head is going to explode is something else.
“Where the fuck is he?” Wylder growls, and Cade meets my gaze, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He looks as if he’s going to laugh, but neither of us dares. Wylder has been on edge, and Neo is the one taunting him to jump over into the abyss.
“No clue. But the horse seems nice. Neo said his name is Sir Clopsalot.”
“I don’t give a fuck what his name is. I want him out of my—is he taking a shit?”
We turn to see the horse’s tail pop up, a chunk of poop falling onto Wylder’s nice rose bushes.
“Neo!” Wylder shouts and disappears back into the house.
Cade turns toward me, his fingers trailing up my bare thigh. I’m wearing nothing more than a small pair of swim trunks, the kind that end just below my ass cheeks. Cade bought them for me. They have little butterflies on them, and I think they fit me perfectly.
Cade is wearing knee-length swim trunks and is shirtless, his muscles rippling as he drags his hand up, up, up.
“Your brother is growing unhinged where Neo’s concerned,” I tell Cade. “Is it mean to say I find it so amusing?”
“It’s fucking amusing, yeah. Neo has really gotten under his skin unlike anyone I’ve ever met. It’s a fucking skill.”
“What’s the pot at now? How much money is in it?”
Cade let it slip that he and his brothers—excluding Wylder, of course—all have a pool of money, betting on when Wylder ends up sticking his dick into my best friend.
I don’t want to think of Neo like that, but the way the two of them act around each other, I would be dumb not to put my own stake into the pot.
Even if Neo is still seeing his dick of a boyfriend. I can’t decide if he’s doing it to try and make Wylder jealous, or because he can’t stand being alone.
Whatever the reason is, it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t stand the asshole. Cade even offered to kill him for me, which was very sweet. I turned him down, not wanting to upset Neo, but I definitely considered it for an hour.
Maybe two.
“Twenty grand,” Cade says, and cups my cock lightly. It’s been so fucking long since either of us has done anything. As I got better, as my wounds started to heal, he would touch me more, hinting at what was to come, but he hasn’t gone further than this.
Teasing, torturous touches that make my entire body thrum with need.
A few nights, he’s even stood over me, staring down at my body and rubbing one out, coating my skin with his release.
Then he’d stroke me as well, using his cum as lubricant.
But it’s not enough. I want to be closer.
“Speaking of holes and dicks,” I murmur, arching my hips up slightly. “Stick it in me, Cade.”
He squeezes me lightly and then falls back, adjusting himself as he goes.
“Not yet, butterfly. Not yet. You still have much longer to heal.”
“I don’t. I mean, I do, but I talked to Dr. Ramsey, and he said we could engage in…physical activities if we wanted to. As long as I’m careful.”
Cade turns his head toward me, his eyes shining. “When did he say this?”
“Today, when he was checking on my hands.”
Cade groans. “Killing me, Ansel. I was planning on waiting a few more weeks, and you went and asked Ramsey about fucking.”
“I’m horny, okay? I’m a young man in my prime. And I miss you.”
Cade leans over and kisses me roughly, his tongue pushing into my mouth. My hands gently touch his hair. I make sure not to muss it too much, but I love the feel of his strands moving across my fingers. Smooth, thick.
“I’ll bring you inside and ride you, how about that?” Cade whispers, and I moan, nodding frantically.
“How about you ride me and then you fuck my ass as I just lie there? Does that work?”
“Yeah. That fucking works.”
He moves to help me up, but a commotion has us turning toward the patio. Wylder is tugging Neo toward the horse, who is nibbling on Wylder’s freshly cut grass.
“He’s eating my fucking plants,” Wylder grunts. “Take this fucking horse out of my backyard.”
“Make me, tiny dick!” Neo shouts back, and then wrenches his arm away from Wylder, rushing away. Wylder stares after him, his hands fisting by his sides, his chest heaving. He looks like he’s apoplectic with rage.
The horse neighs loudly, annoyed with the disturbance as Neo skitters around him, dashing from one end of the garden to the other. Wylder stalks after him, smoke billowing from his ears as he moves. Or at least, that’s what I imagine is happening.
When we can’t see them anymore, Cade stands up.
“Come on, before their mating dance interferes with our fucking.”
I snort a laugh and let him pick me up by the waist. I’m slick with sunscreen and oils, Cade having massaged the stress from my body for hours. He also plied me with a few martinis, so now I’m loose and relaxed, ready to lie down and let Cade have his way with me.
We move into the house, past Dotty, who is mopping the floors. She flings water on Cade with the mop, but misses me. On purpose, I might add.
I have an in with her. She likes me. Very secretly, but she does.
We hear Jules humming in the kitchen and Harley’s flirtatious voice talking to him about the party Wyatt is throwing this weekend. Jules is here to assist with the preparations as Wylder’s cook can’t do it all himself.
Harley is thrilled.
And then Cade picks me up and carries me up the stairs to our room.
Eventually, we will be at his place full-time, but until the Umbra Syndicate is taken down entirely, we’ve decided it is safest to be here.
Together. Only Matthias and Wyatt live separately at the moment, Matthias having insisted on it.
Wylder let them with the condition that they hired guards to watch over them twenty-four-seven.
They agreed.
The rest of the Buckinghams, though…well, they’re here without much complaint.
Cade said they don’t mind the large estate.
Without their father here, it’s home more than it ever was.
And Samson, Dalton, and Harley have no one they need to go home to.
Not at the moment. I like being here with Cade, and I can keep an eye on Neo, so it all works out.
It all worked out in the end.
I’m so fucking happy.
Cade brings me into the bedroom and kicks the door shut with his foot as he walks us to the bed. He sets me gently on it and stares down at me, almost reverently.
“Come on,” I say, wiggling slightly. “It’s been so long.”
Cade chuckles and then takes my swim trunks in his hands and tugs them down my legs.
I groan as my cock pops free, the tip glistening as he sinks to his knees and licks his way up my thigh.
“Fuck, I’m going to devour you.”
“Not too much devouring. I want to come in your ass.”
He chuckles and then pulls my cock toward his mouth, licking at the tip. My breath leaves my lungs, my entire body growing warm. Maybe this is too much. It’s been so long since I’ve felt his mouth on me, his tongue. I might not survive his ass.
“So perfect,” he murmurs before engulfing me fully. I arch up on a cry, my mouth open as I pant heavily.
He doesn’t let up, just continues to suck, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. Oh my god!”
I lean up and see him grinning. Well, as much as he can around my dick. But he doesn’t stop. He just keeps going, reaching between my legs and tugging on my balls, making pleasure pulse through me.
My orgasm is abrupt and intense, my body shaking as I spill into his mouth.
He swallows it all and then sits up.
“Fuck. You made me come. What the hell!”
“Oh, I’m not done with you. Let me help you turn over.”
“Wh—?”
He reaches around my waist and helps me flip onto my stomach, my body stretched across the mattress. I turn my head, resting my cheek on the soft comforter.
“You comfy?” Cade asks, and I sigh.
“Relaxed and at your service.”
He massages my ass cheeks, spreading them as he does. I know he’s looking at my unused hole. I mean, it’s basically a virgin at this point.
“I’m going to fuck you, nice and slow. And you’re just going to lie there and take it. And when I’m done, I’m going to turn you back over and ride that cock.”
His fingers brush over the watercolor butterfly tattoo on my lower back, something he’s been doing a lot lately. It’s funny; when I got it, I had no idea how much meaning it would have. It was just a pretty design. But now it’s so much more.
It’s my connection to Cade.
“Oh god,” I moan as he flicks open the cap of the lube and drips some right on my rim.
It’s cold, and I shiver, but soon my body heats.
His fingers are inside of me, twisting, opening me up.
He’s far too gentle, but I know he won’t take me hard.
I know he’ll go as slow as he can to make this easy for me.
To make sure no part of me is hurt in the process.
“How does it feel?” he asks as he brushes against my prostate.
I groan, my cock stiffening. Oh. Oh fuck.
“Good. I want to hear you. I want to hear how good this makes you feel.”
I groan louder, and he adds a third finger, stretching me so wide, making me so full, readying me for his cock.
And then his fingers vanish, and he slots his cock at my hole and enters.
It stings, stretching around his thick length.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs, his voice strained as he slips in. Inch by inch. And then he bottoms out, his breath coming out in shuddering gasps.
“I missed this.”
“I did too,” I reply, squeezing my rim around him. He grunts and then leans down, kissing me softly. I feel it, feel him. And then he pulls his hips back and slides out, leaving just the tip in me before pushing back in. It’s a slow fuck, his hips moving like a wave lapping at the shore.
He’s pulling me in, like the moon and the tide.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last, butterfly,” he grunts as he thrusts into me.
“Come then. Come.”
He groans, his body trembling, and I feel his release pulse inside of me. He kisses me softly as he pulls out, and I feel his cum slip from me.
It lands on the sheets between my legs, sticking to my thighs.
But Cade isn’t done with me. Instead, he helps me turn over and readies himself for a ride.
A ride on me.
“So beautiful,” he tells me, his eyes roaming across my face, his fingers pushing in and out of him. I watch it all—the blush that spreads across his cheeks and chest, the way his eyelashes flutter.
And when he walks his knees up my chest and places my hard dick at his entrance, I hold my breath as he sinks onto it.
“Fucking good,” he groans, and then he starts to rock, gently, like he promised, but the sensation of being inside of him again is almost too much. I know I just came, but the warm heat of him, the knowledge that he’s letting me fuck him, is dragging my orgasm precariously close.
“You have the perfect cock, butterfly.”
“You too.”
Our eyes meet, and he leans down, kissing me once more, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he continues to fuck his ass onto my dick.
And when I come again, it’s wrenched from me.
I didn’t even know I could do that, but then again, with Cade, anything seems possible.
This is just the beginning of our journey, and I can’t wait to find out what else we can accomplish.
Together.