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.
EPILOGUE
Neo
I really need to break things off with Kyle. He’s an asshole. Not a fun one, either. One that needs douching several times before it’s palatable to be around.
Maybe I should try holding Kyle’s head down the toilet, see if it makes him a bit nicer.
Ironic, really, given his job as a plumber. He might even find it funny.
As I listen to him drone on aboutGTAfor the fifth time this evening, I doubt there’s anything he’d find funny. He hasn’t laughed at a single one of my jokes over the past few months.
It’s not the quality of what I’m saying. I’m fucking hilarious, thank you very much. Everyone says so.
Well, maybe not everyone. Wylder doesn’t seem to find me funny either. Doesn’t stop me from fucking with him at every opportunity. I’m not sure why I’m doing it, either.
Something about Wylder just gets under my skin. I just wanna ruffle up his perfect hair and rip open his starched white button-down before sucking his cock down my throat.
Fine. Maybe I do know why I’m doing it. It’s not my fault that he’s straight and sort of still dating Candace.
I haven’t even met her and I hate her. She was rude to Ansel and Cade, which means she’s dead to me.
