“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 thecondition that they hired guards to watch over them twenty-four-seven.
They agreed.
