“Yeah, Cade… fuck.” I can barely catch my breath as I watch his head tip back against the wall, the veins and muscles in his forearms bulging as he works himself. “What’s it feel like?”
He pulls in a deep breath, and I swear I see weight fall from his shoulders.
“So fucking good,” he breathes.
The pressure inside me is building, like I’m a bomb about to blow, and watching him take control of his own pleasure, and watching him feel something real, has my clock ticking.
“Make yourself come, baby.” I bite my lip as I squeeze the base of my cock. “I want to see you paint yourself with your cum.”
His eyes drop to my hand as he strokes himself harder and fingers his ass, and his leg moves wider. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as his face flushes, and I know he’s close.
And when his head tips back with a groan tearing out of him while cum shoots across his hoodie, I let go too. I’ve been waiting hours to fuck my man… but this is better than I ever could have imagined.
My release comes hard as pleasure crashes over me, and I shoot cum all over him. I let it roll through my body as I watch Cade slowly come down from his high, before I lean forward and swipe two fingers through our cum on his dick. Then, I press them to his lips.
He takes them instantly sucking them into his mouth, and licking them clean.
Then I grab his jaw and kiss him, tasting both of us on his tongue.
When I pull back, the corner of my mouth lifts at the look of complete…lifein him. “Such a bad boy.”
THIRTY
My eyesopen to the sound of quacking somewhere in the room, and it takes me a second to remember where I am.
Alder’s room at the clubhouse is dark from the thick drapes over the windows, but enough light seeps through for me to know it’s late morning. He’s sprawled on his stomach beside me with his arm slung over my waist, and his hair falling across his face. But when Wingnut lets out another loud quack, Alder stirs.
“How did he get in here?” he grumbles as he rolls over, squinting towards the floor.
“Caz, probably,” I mutter through a yawn as I rub my face.
Alder turns his head to me with an evil grin. “That means he probably got him good this morning.”
I huff out a laugh as Alder throws the blankets back and strides towards the door, completely naked. I watch his tattooed ass flex with each step he takes, then he whips the door open and yells down the hall as Wingnut waddles out. “Caz, you fucker!”
A startled yelp sounds from the main room, and Alder laughs as he slams the door shut. “Fuck, I love that duck.”
I sit up in bed and watch as he heads for the dresser and digs around for clean clothes.
“We’re meeting with the Sons today,” he says as he pulls on underwear, his voice now low and serious.
Everything in me stills.
“For?” I ask.
The Kings want to keep them out… but the Sons are bigger, more powerful, and used to getting what they want. So I can’t ignore the churning in the pit of my stomach at the thought of this all going wrong. Because if this tips sideways, it won’t just be the province that gets dragged down with them.
Alder sits at the edge of the bed, bracing one arm over my legs. “To gather information,” he says. Then he grimaces. “And not kill them.”
I nod slowly. “Then what?”
“Then we do whatever it takes to keep them out.” He lifts his hand to forcefully hold the side of my face. “But that’s later. When I get home…” his gaze burns as he roughly drags his thumb over my bottom lip, “we fuck.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. “I guess that works.”
His eyes darken, then he gives my face a light slap that draws a breath of laughter out of me before he stands, tossing my clothes onto the bed.
“Come on. I’d bend you over right now to teach you a lesson, but I’ve got a five-hour ride ahead of me, and Kurt gets squirrelly if we’re”—he lifts his fingers in air quotes—“‘late.’”
