“You could come with. I love London, and we could take time to explore.”
“I could. I’ve got time owing to me. Would you like that?” He would have to find someone to take care of Mogs, of course. One minute Cade beamed at him and the next Quinn was flattened by a very happy boy. “I take it that’s a yes, then?”
“You talk to CDR, and I’ll talk to my manager.” Cade’s expression turned predatory and Quinn waited to see what would happen next.
Mogs jumped off the bed with a huff but neither man paid attention to her. From the hot, wet kisses being peppered over his chest, Quinn deduced Cade wanted playtime. Then the kissing became more languorous, Cade’s tongue sweeping around his nipple. Quinn’s cock thickened at each skillful stroke of Cade’s tongue. Quinn loved the fact Cade trusted him enough to take what he wanted. And he was so good at this. His boy was going to make him come before he’d even touched Quinn’s cock. Quinn sighed and stretched, Cade still working his mouth over him. He settled a hand on Cade’s head and lay back for the ride.
“Hey!” Quinn yelped as Cade tugged hard on one of his chest hairs. He looked down indignantly to see Cade smirking at him. “What was that for?”
“Just checking to see you were awake. Your eyes were closed.”
Quinn growled, and moved suddenly, throwing his boy over his lap.
Taken off guard, Cade flailed for a moment before he subsided. He turned to glower at Quinn. “What was that for?”
“Naughty boys get their bottoms spanked.”
Quinn held his breath, waiting to hear Cade’s safe word. Or would Cade trust him enough to let him do this?
Cade sighed and relaxed over Quinn’s lap. Most of him was relaxed. His dick was very unrelaxed, trapped between his belly and Quinn’s thighs.
“Do it,” Cade murmured.
Quinn waited.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Five smacks for cheeking your Daddy. I want to hear you.”
One day Quinn would spank Cade until he came, because they both wanted that. But today was a quick discipline for a cheeky brat. He laid his hand over Cade’s cheek, admiring the tautness, then he laid five slaps in quick succession, leaving his hand there on the last one to soak up the warmth. Cade had given a satisfying yelp for each one, but his dick had remained hard, leaking steadily.
The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of them breathing. Then Cade said, “Please, Daddy, fuck me.”
God! Yes!
But he had to check. “You said your ass was sore.”
“Just don’t fuck me dry, and I’ll be fine,” Cade said impatiently. “Come on, come on.” He reached over to the nightstand to grab the rubbers and slick.
“Ride me,” Quinn ordered.
“Yes, yes.”
Cade fumbled with the packets. It took both of them to get the condom on; their hands were shaking. But the minute Quinn slid a finger inside Cade’s ass, Cade went slack, his mouth open. It didn’t take long to prepare him. Then Cade sank down to the hilt on Quinn’s cock in one motion. He couldn’t hide his flinch, although Quinn didn’t know if it was from his channel or his reddened ass.
“Gentle, baby,” Quinn said, frowning at him.
“Fuck gentle,” Cade snarled at him. He was wild, his hair a tousled mess, his eyes huge, the blue barely visible.
Quinn needed to take control before he lost it for good. He flipped them up and over, burying Cade under his body. He looked down into Cade’s eyes. “I decide what you need.”
He waited. Anger and frustration crossed Cade’s face, then he nodded, just once. Submission obtained, Quinn fucked Cade slowly until Cade was dripping in sweat, yelling at him, and pleading for more, to stop, to go on, to never ever stop. His fingers dug into Quinn’s shoulders. There would be bruises there, and Quinn relished that idea. When Quinn finally let him climax, Cade shattered into a thousand pieces, and Quinn was there to put him together.
Cade
They’d get downstairs eventually. Quinn seemed more interested in kissing him and touching him than going downstairs to make breakfast. And Cade was out of it. Truly and utterly out of it. What the hell had Quinn done to him?
They showered together and Quinn brought him to another toe-curling orgasm with his hand, then Cade dropped to his knees for a reciprocal blowjob. He was addicted to the weight and taste of his Daddy’s cock in his mouth.
As they got dressed, the house creaked again. Cade ignored it, but Quinn frowned and looked up.
“I keep hearing the same noise. What do you keep in the attic?”
“I don’t know, to be honest,” Cade admitted. “I don’t think I’ve been up there in years. Do you think it’s an animal?” He hated the idea of an animal being trapped in the attic and he hadn’t checked.
“Let’s go look,” Quinn said.
“Okay.” Cade jumped off the bed and followed Quinn up the attic stairs, taking the time to admire Quinn’s tight butt. His Daddy was gorgeous.
He’d ignored the attic since he moved in, so it wouldn’t be that surprising if a small creature had gotten in. Cade hoped it wasn’t rats. He really didn’t like rats. He’d almost reached the top step when Quinn suddenly stopped, his arms out, barring Cade from going any further.
“Quinn?”
“Just wait here,” Quinn said in a low voice.
He went on ahead, leaving Cade waiting. Tension ratcheted in Cade at the silence from Quinn. He could hear footsteps and things moving, but Quinn didn’t say anything. Cade was on the verge of disobeying Quinn when Quinn said, “Come here.”
Cade walked into the attic, a long room stretching the length of the house. Quinn stood in the middle, his arms crossed, a deep frown on his face as he looked down. That was probably where his bedroom was, Cade judged.
“Quinn, what’s wrong?”
“You’ve definitely got a visitor and one that creates holes.”
“What do you think it is? Oh. What are these doing here?” Cade held up a small pack of pens to show Quinn. “These are the pens I said were missing from the den.”
Quinn’s face changed immediately. “Cade, go downstairs and wait in the kitchen,” he ordered. “I’m going to call the team in.”
Cade knew this was one of those times not to argue or play heroic. He got to his feet, still holding the pens. “Should I take them or leave them?”
“Leave them for now,” Quinn said. His expression softened. “I promise you’ll get them back.”
Cade nodded but, despite their sentimental value, he swore he would never touch them again.
He went down the stairs and then down the main stairs to the kitchen. He could hear Quinn muttering as he waited for one of the team to answer.
He’d make coffee for everyone. It would give him something to do. Cade stopped at the sight of his driver in the kitchen.
“Hey, Gareth. What are you doing here?”
Gareth didn’t usually venture into the house. Eric had made it clear he didn’t want anyone else in the house—to see him hurt Cade—and Quinn had forbidden anyone coming in unless he knew about it. Unlike Eric, Quinn had gone over to the garage to have that discussion with Gareth in person, because he was a decent guy.