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.”
