Chapter 34 Ansel
ANSEL
Starboard Static is a nineties pop-punk band that Cade is obsessed with. I found out from Neo, who did some unsolicited hacking into Cade’s playlists. I could have easily looked, but Neo was bored one day and let me know that they were playing in the city.
And now we’re seeing them live. Front row seats, too.
“This is fucking amazing!” Cade says, beaming. “I can’t believe you got me tickets!”
I lean into him, glancing at the guards surrounding us. It was the one condition Wylder gave us. We could go, but he was talking to the organizers about security. So here we are. Not entirely alone, but safe. And that’s all I care about.
“Oh my god, they’re coming on.”
The crowd erupts around us, and Cade pulls me into him, my back hitting his chest, his arms going around me. The band take their places, and the music starts, the speakers booming around us. I can feel the rumbling in my feet, and the sound of Cade singing along moves through his chest and into me.
I lean back and feel his hand move up my chest, his mouth moving to my neck. His voice is off-key, but he’s singing the words so I can hear them. I grin and turn my face slightly, kissing him roughly as the music swirls all around us.
The set plays on, Cade happily singing along, his eyes closed, his head thrown back. His hands have snaked completely under my shirt, one slipping down to the waistband of my pants. It’s driving me crazy.
I didn’t ever think I’d be horny at a nineties concert, but here we are.
The guards are pressed up against us, and one is even bopping his head along to the tunes. If I wanted to, I could fall to my knees and get him off, but I doubt Cade would let me do that.
What I really want is Cade inside of me, but I know that’s not possible. Not here. I’m not prepared.
“What are you thinking about?” Cade asks, his lips moving against my ear.
His fingers curl against my skin, making me shiver.
“You’re warm. You okay?” I nod and swallow. “Want me to get you a drink?”
I shake my head and then arch my hips slightly.
Cade stiffens, and then I hear a chuckle come from his throat.
“You want it? Here?”
I nod again, and he licks my ear, biting the lobe softly.
“I can do that, butterfly.”
He brings his hand up to my mouth and says, “Lick.”
I glance at the guards, but they’re looking away, not making eye contact. So I do as he says, wetting his hand thoroughly. He brings it down to the bulge in my pants and slides his hand against my skin.
When he connects with my dick, I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder as he starts to get me off. But it’s not fast. No, he takes his time, savoring it. Bringing me right to the edge before ebbing away, like the flow of the songs around us.
“Cade,” I murmur, and he kisses his way across my neck. “Please.”
My words are lost in the thumping music, but he must sense how desperate I am. Because this time, he doesn’t let up, just continues his strokes until I’m crying out and spilling into his hand.
I sag against him, and he nibbles on my ear. I can’t see him, but I know he’s smiling.
“I think I got it all. Good thing you’re wearing loose pants, or else you’d have made a mess.”
“Fuck,” I murmur as he brings his hand to his mouth and laps at it.
Oh my god, I think when he finally pulls his wet hand away from his mouth and takes something from a guard to wipe his hand. I blush at the fact that they obviously know what we were doing, but then again, I’m sure they’re paid well.
And I’m sure they’ve seen worse.
I feel the press of Cade’s thick cock against my ass, and I wiggle against it.
“If I could take you right here, I would,” he says, and then angles my head slightly and kisses me. “But I’ll just wait till we get to the car.”
I whimper in frustration, drawing a chuckle from him. “Don’t worry, butterfly. I’ll make it worth the wait.”
I kiss him roughly, thrusting my tongue into his mouth until he pulls away from me and continues singing.
He stays hard the rest of the concert, my ass rocking back against his dick, driving him crazy. If he’s making me wait, then I’m going to make sure he’s suffering as much as I am.
Not that it’s really suffering for either of us. We both know it’s so much hotter to tease each other like this. We don’t need to worry about not having enough time.
Both of us know this is forever. Cade is the one good thing that can never be taken from me. I think he’s crazy enough to fight even death itself if it got him back at my side.
I couldn’t be happier about it. About us. About him.
Once the concert is over, it feels like forever until we reach the car.
All it takes is a heated look, and Cade is pushing me up against the nearest surface.
We make out against walls, a pillar, random people’s cars, and even the side of a food truck.
Our hands are pawing at each other’s clothes, desperately trying to access whatever skin we can find.
The way we’re grinding against each other is obscene, especially given the crowds around us.
I don’t think either of us cares.
“Need you, butterfly,” he grunts, pausing to nip at my bottom lip. “So badly.”
“Yes,” I gasp back as he tweaks my nipple. “Hurry.”
His pupils are blown with lust. Taking my hand in his, he marches in the direction of the car with new determination. He goes so fast that I stumble, and his hold on my hand is all that stops me from hitting the ground.
Cade slams to a stop with a curse. “Shit, sorry, butterfly. Here.”
I let out a squeal as he flings me over his shoulder. My ass is high in the air as he strides purposefully through the crowds.
Several people giggle as they see us, but I ignore them. More than one guy sighs wistfully as they see Cade carrying me like this.
That makes my chest swell. That’s right. This hot, irresistible man is carrying me because he can’t wait a second longer to be inside me.
And he’s all mine.
When we get to the car, Cade opens the back door. “In here, butterfly.”
“Fuck yes.” All the windows in his SUV are tinted. We can get up to whatever we want, and no one passing by will know.
Unless we rock the car too much. Meh. It’s only an issue if someone calls the cops, and even that won’t cause any real problems.
The Firm cleans up worse on a daily basis.
He puts me carefully into the car. I scoot back on the seat as he crawls in after me, closing the door and engaging the locks. “Clothes off, Ansel. I want to see all of you.”
“Same,” I say as I wriggle out of my pants and briefs. “Strip for me, Cade.”
He smirks as he reaches behind himself and whips his shirt off in one smooth movement. Fuck. I whimper. He knows what that does to me.
He’s doing it on purpose. Driving me crazy in the best possible way.
I’m naked before he is, so I sit back against the door, lifting one foot onto the seat as I stroke my cock. “Gonna let me ride you, Cade?”
He grins as he reaches forward and tugs me onto his lap. “Like a fucking cowboy.”
I catch his lips with mine, our tongues twisting as his hands stroke along my spine. My cock grinds against his, drawing high-pitched moans from me.
“Need you now,” he pants, leaning forward to rummage in the center storage console. We stashed some lube and wipes in there a couple of weeks ago.
Let’s just say this isn’t the first time we’ve been out and unable to wait until we get home. At least this time, we aren’t in an opera box.
And there’s no one watching us.
Actually, that’s not technically true. There are guards hidden among the crowd right now. The Buckinghams aren’t taking chances with any of us.
Not until they’ve cut the Umbra Syndicate off at the knees.
Cade is refusing to let me help deal with it…and I’m not mad about that. Just thinking about them has me flashing back to that night.
To Cade on the floor, not moving.
It doesn’t seem to matter to my brain that we walked away and Vex and Orin didn’t. The threat is still out there.
It’s enough to have me retreating.
So I’m going along with Cade’s refusal willingly. In truth, I’m glad he’s taken the decision out of my hands.
I like being protected by him. I don’t need it—I know that. I survived twenty-five years on my own.
But it’s fucking nice to have it.
The shit our poor guards have seen, though. I should buy them a fruit basket, or maybe some eye bleach.
At least today we’re behind tinted windows.
Cade’s fingers are slick as they circle my hole. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Me neither,” I breathe, my eyelids fluttering as his blunt digit enters me. “Hurry. I don’t need much.”
He chuckles, nosing at my neck. “You need more than this, or Dotty will make you sit on a bag of frozen peas at dinner again.”
My face flushes at the memory. “You were way too smug about that.”
“Damn right I was.”
He’s up to two fingers now. The stretch hurts in the best possible way, making me want to beg for more.
So I do.
“Please, Cade,” I whisper, my hands on his face as I push back on his fingers. “Titan, please. More. I need more.”
His eyes darken at my use of his nickname. “I can’t say no to you, butterfly.”
He can’t. Not any more than I can say no to him. Neither of us gives a fuck if others think it’s unhealthy.
It makes us happy, and that’s all that matters.
Cade replaces his fingers with his cock. I moan loudly as it breaches the first tight ring of muscle. “Yes. Oh god, Cade.”
He holds my hips tightly, stopping me from forcing myself to take him too fast. Even during sex, he’s trying to protect me.
“I love you,” I breathe when I’m fully seated. “So fucking much.”
He gives me that happy grin that I adore. “I love you too, Ansel.”
I make sure to tell him every day. Multiple times a day. I don’t want even a minute to pass where Cade could doubt how much I want him. How much I need him.
I bring our lips together as my hips start to move. My chest slides against his, my cock throbbing against his abdomen.
Time blurs as I ride him; a series of flashes, pleasure in every one.
My hands tugging his hair.
Cade thrusting up into me.
Licking up my throat.
Catching his earlobe between my teeth.
His roar as he comes.
A rough hand taking me over the edge.
When it’s over, I collapse against his chest. His big arms encircle me, hugging me tightly.
I’ve never felt so safe.
My Titan.
His butterfly.