Both men turn to stare at me. “’Scuse me?” Cade says, his eyes flaring with anger.
“You heard me. I said, no. I’m not going to sit in this house, day in, day out, and spend all my spare time at the compound because of Jasper. He doesn’t scare me and I won’t live my life like that again. I ran away to be free, not to be held down again.”
“Do you have any fuckin’ idea how much time this pimp is putting into finding you?” Jackson hisses.
“I blew his dick off,” I mutter. “Of course I know how much time he’s putting into finding me.”
“You ain’t gettin’ a say so in this, sugar,” Cade says, his voice heavy with anger and frustration. “You will be doin’ as you’re told.”
I slide my chair back, and walk towards the door. “You can’t stop me. I can be careful. What I can’t be is a prisoner.”
“You fuckin’ walk out that door, I’ll make you wish you didn’t,” Cade warns.
“Whatever, biker,” I snap.
“Addison, you best fuckin’ do as he asks,” Jackson growls.
I spin around glaring at both of them. “What are you going to do, tie me up?”
They both look at each other, and nod. Cade stands, stalking towards me. I throw my hands up.
“Cade, I swear to fucking God, if you try and stop me…”
He steps forward, leans down and lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. I scream, pummeling my fists into his back.
“You asshole!”
“You think I’m fuckin’ jokin’ when it comes to your safety?” he growls, turns and walks towards the stairs. “Well, I’m fuckin’ not. You’re not goin’ to walk out this door, sugar. End of fuckin’ story.”
“You can’t do this!” I protest, pummeling my fists over and over on his back.
“Ah, yeah, sugar, I can and I am.”
When he reaches the top of the stairs, he turns and begins heading toward my room.
“I can take care of myself,” I growl.
“That’s good to know, still ain’t changin’ my fuckin’ mind.”
“CADE!”
He walks into my room, and drops me on the bed.
“You fuckin’ leave this house, sugar, and it won’t be pretty.”
“You…asshole!”
He grins at me. “Said that already babe. Now, get some sleep yeah?”
With a smirk, he turns and walks back towards the door. When he reaches it, he gives me one last glance.
“Oh and sugar? Try to escape, I’ll put my hand on your ass.”
Then he’s gone. Fucking wanker.
I brood for a good hour, before deciding that I don’t care what they said, I’m going to do what I want. Jasper doesn’t frighten me, I’ve lived years with him. I walk over to the old window, and peer out of it. I can see that I could easily climb down. Quietly, though? I don’t know. I slide the window up, and I can hear Cade and Jackson talking downstairs. My heart hammers as I climb out, gripping the large drain-pipe beside my window. I hope this sucker doesn’t break. Using all the skills I learned over the years, when having to get out of tricky places, I latch on and begin slowly lowering myself down. It takes me a good fifteen minutes to get to the bottom, and by the time I get there, I’m shaking.
That will teach them to lock me away.
I lived long enough like that.
I sure as shit won’t be doing it again.
~*CHAPTER 14*~
PRESENT
“Another beer,” I yell at the bartender.
After much debate, I decide the bar is the best place to go. I’m not going to the compound, and I’m certainly not going to Cade’s place. I figure the bar is a good choice. I need a break and I need to breathe, just for a moment. I know at this point Jasper doesn’t know where I am. I’m safe for tonight. The bar I’m in is your typical biker bar. Most of the people in here are undesirable, but that’s fine by me. I’m not here to start any fights. I’m just here to take a break. It’s nice to be served for once, without having to do anything to earn it.
“Here ya go, girly,” the old, burly bartender smiles.
“Thanks,” I return the smile then spin around on my chair and watch the room.
Most people are sitting, making out, smoking, doing all the usual things. Some are playing pool on the old, well-worn pool table in the corner. A few are on the dance floor, wiggling and singing to the music. I lean back and sip my beer, and that’s when I see them. I didn’t notice them before, so they must have only just come in. It’s Spike and a few of his club members. Most people are giving them a wide berth, and it doesn’t surprise me considering how intimidating they look. They certainly aren’t a group you would pick on. I take another swig of me beer, and watch as Spike lays his eyes on me. He grins, and it’s wide and proud. He stands, sauntering through the crowd until he stops in front of me.
“Well, precious, you’re the last person I thought I’d see here. Where’s your bodyguard?”
I shrug, putting the beer down. The alcohol has hit my head now, and I am feeling relaxed and completely content.
“He doesn’t own me.”
Spike smirks. “Messin’ with Cade ain’t a wise idea.”
I return his grin and stand. “Could say the same about myself.”
I walk out onto the dance floor, and shove through the people until I find my own dancing spot. Then I begin dancing, throwing my hands in the air and wiggling my hips. Spike shoves through the crowd, stopping in front of me and tilting his head to the side.
“You ain’t like anythin’ I’ve ever seen. You had your life threatened today, and here you are dancin’ like it don’t matter,” he says.
I smile at him. “I’ve had far worse than what you delivered to me tonight. I move on. I survive. This here, it’s me surviving and doing what I have to do. Now, are you going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to dance with me?”
Spike grins, real big, then he reaches out and grips my hips. Girls nearby sigh as we begin to move. I know Cade will hate this. I know if he walked in right now, he would lose his shit. That’s the point though, I’m trying to prove that no one owns me. Cade sparks things deep inside me, things that make me want to spend every waking minute with him, but that’s just not enough for me to become the kind of girl that’s ordered around and made into some pathetic little housewife that does as she’s told. Yeah, that’s never going to happen.
So, letting everything go, I dance, twirl, sing, and am having the time of my life. Spike continues to grin at me. He knows exactly what I’m doing and he knows the exact moment that Cade walks in too, because his face lights up. Whatever went down between these two, Spike is getting a complete thrill over the fact that I’m dancing with him. I see Cade from the corner of my eye, and the look on his face is beyond dangerous. I don’t stop though. I just keep spinning around with Spike.
“I know exactly what you’re doin’, precious, but I’m goin’ to step away now ‘coz Cade’s givin’ you that look,” Spike says to me, just after he’s twirled me out and back in again.
“What look?” I ask, spinning and pressing my back to his chest.
“The look that says if I don’t get my hands off you in three seconds, I’ll be a bloody heap on the ground. So, I’m out,” he says, letting me go. “Don’t forget my money. I don’t want to have to tell that sleaze ball where you are, but I will.”
Then he disappears through the crowd. Before I can take another step, I feel firm hands wrap around my arms and spin me around. Cade is standing in front of me, looking so completely fuckable. He’s gorgeous when he’s mad. His green eyes almost go blue. His jaw clenches and his entire body becomes a stiff, rigid board.
“You dirty dance,” he growls, leaning down to my ear. “It’s with me.”
I open my mouth to argue with him, but he slams his mouth down over mine so hard I taste blood. He slides a hand down my arm and then he curls it around my hip, pulling me close. He kisses me until I’m panting and my head is spin
ning. I’m wet for him, and God, aching to have him inside me. Something about his dominance makes me crave him.
“You kiss,” he snarls. “It’s with me.”
He runs a finger down my belly, until he gets to the bottom of my skirt. He slides a finger up the inside of my thigh until he’s stroking my damp panties.
“You get fuckin’ touched, it’s by me.”
His voice is raspy, but mostly it’s dangerous.
“You fuck,” he hisses. “It’s with my fuckin’ cock inside you.”
I open my mouth again, but he cuts me off with a sharp look that dares me to keep playing this game with him.
“And sugar,” he murmurs, leaning close, “if you ever play with me like that again, you won’t like how it ends. That ain’t a fuckin’ threat either; it’s a mother fuckin’ promise.”
Then he spins, taking me with him as he shoves through the crowd. Sweet mother of God, why do his words make me want him so much more?
******
I don’t know what I expected Cade to do, but what he does, has my head spinning. He takes me to a private bar out the back, and locks the door. It’s empty, and my guess, not used a great deal. I watch as he stalks over to the bar and walks around, picking up a bottle of whiskey. He flicks the top off, and puts it to his mouth, drinking. I watch as his throat moves, and oh my, I think my panties just went from soaked to drenched. When he puts the bottle down, he opens the nearby freezer and pulls out some ice. He shrugs off his leather jacket, grips the hem of his shirt and tears it off. I stare, eyes wide.
Cade is fucking beautiful. Every inch of him would make any woman’s panties soaked in seconds. He comes around the bar and stops in front of me. His face is hard to read, but I can still see the lingering anger behind his stony expression. He’s angry at me. No, he’s fucking wild at me. Understandable, I suppose. I watch as he reaches down, gripping his jeans and popping the top button. I swallow and my palms become damp. When he lowers them and his cock springs free, I can’t help licking my lips. He steps forward, gripping my jaw and running his thumb over my bottom lip. His gaze is intense, fierce, even a touch feral. He grips a couple of ice cubes, and puts them towards my mouth.
“Suck these, then get on your knees, and suck my cock, sugar.”
Well shit. When he says it like that, so demanding, so powerful, I’m unable to do anything put part my lips and let him slip an ice cube into my mouth. I use my tongue to push the cubes around, letting them cool my mouth. When they’ve dissolved, I begin lowering to my knees. Cade’s cock is in front of me, hard, throbbing, so fucking beautiful. I am desperate to taste him again, to slide him deep inside my throat, to feel his cum spurting and his cock pulsing as he shares his pleasure with me.
“Suck me, baby, hard.”
Hard. Oh God. I grip his cock with my hand, gently sliding my palm up and down the hard length. He growls and tangles his fingers in my hair, and then he pulls my head forward, pressing his head into my parted lips. He hisses when I close my cold mouth around him. I’ve heard the ice cube trick is quite pleasurable for a man, but it’s not something I’ve ever experienced. Cade grunts and thrusts his hips, sliding his entire length into my mouth. I open further to accommodate his massive size and then I curl my lips around my teeth and let him fuck my mouth any way he pleases. I feel him slip an ice cube into the side of my mouth, and his groans as it begins to melt are out of this world.
“Mouth so fuckin’ sweet,” he growls. “So fuckin’ sweet.”
I gasp and reach up, gripping his backside and clenching my nails into his skin as he continues to thrust, harder, faster, until he’s quite literally fucking my face. He’s pounding into my mouth, his cock stretching my lips, causing them to burn in the most pleasurable way. I reach down, slipping my finger up under my skirt to find my clit. Cade tugs my hair, causing me to wince.
“Get your fuckin’ fingers outta that cunt, it’s mine.”
Whimpering, I remove my fingers. Cade pulls his cock from my now swollen, cold lips and stares down at me.
“I’m not wastin’ that in your mouth. I’m goin’ to fuck you on that bar and you’re goin’ to be full of ice. I’m also goin’ to put my hand on your ass, so get ready.”
I find myself nodding, even though I’m sure this isn’t how I had planned the night to end. Cade leans down, pulling me to my feet. He slides his lips over mine, and the feeling of his warm, heated lips dancing with my cold, swollen lips is purely erotic. I grip his chest, squeezing and feeling the muscles bunching underneath my palms. God, he’s fucking yummy. I want more of him. I want so much that I can’t breathe. I need it until it’s all I can think about, all I can dream about.
“Lay down on the bar, sugar,” Cade orders.
I do as he asks, walking over and sliding my bottom up onto the bar. I lay my back down on the old, faded timber and prop my legs on a nearby stool. Cade growls, and walks over, wearing only his jeans, which are now half way down his ass. His cock still stands proudly, aching for more. Cade grips my panties and slides them down my legs. Then he grips my ankles and places my legs even further apart. He growls with satisfaction, and then he takes hold of a couple of ice cubes, gently pressing them to my entrance. I squirm as he slips one inside me, his finger sliding in deep, filling me, stretching me. I groan at the strange, cool sensation and buck my hips, wanting more.
“Patience, sugar.”
He grips another cube, sliding it in behind the first one. I cry out as they fill and stretch me, and his fingers stir my sensitive spots until I’m crying out and begging him to let me come. He keeps his finger inside me, and with his other hand, he takes a cube and rubs it over my clit, while he thrusts his finger in and out. The feeling of the freezing cube on my throbbing clit is out of this world. My back arches, and electric bolts of pleasure jerk my body. I reach up, gripping my own hair as the pleasure becomes too intense. It’s so different, so fucking incredible. When I come, I come hard. I scream out Cade’s name and my body thrashes on the old bar.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Cade husks as he slips his fingers from my body. “Don’t move, sugar, I’m goin’ to fuck you hard.”
I squirm at his words, but I stay on the bar. I hear Cade shuffling around, and I can feel the cool ice cubes beginning to melt inside me, sliding down my ass and causing me to shiver. I hear the sound of a small stool scraping across the floor, and then Cade is over me, his body looming over mine. He wraps his fingers in my hair and leans down close.
“You clean, sugar?”
“What?” I whisper.
“Clean, have you been checked?”
I flush. “No, I haven’t.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You’re goin’ to get checked, yeah? For now, we’ll use a condom.”
For now. Sweet heaven. Cade leans back off me, and I lift my head to watch as he rolls a condom over his hard length. Then he’s standing straight, gripping my hips and sliding me to the end of the bar. When my ass is just about hanging over the edge, he tilts my hips up and drives into me, with one hard thrust. I cry out, bucking as the feeling of him pushing the ice cubes deep inside me sends shivers up my spine. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. He pulls his entire length out with a feral hiss, then he drives it back in. I whimper, arching and sliding my fingers up my top to grip my breasts.
“Yeah, fuckin’ touch them for me, baby,” Cade growls.
I shove my shirt up and cup my breasts, rolling my nipples in my fingers. Cade groans so deeply, and so fucking primal it causes me to clench hard around him.
“Fuck, sugar, squeeze my dick again.”
I love when he talks dirty.
“Talk dirty to me,” I beg, clenching around him again.
“Your little cunt is so tight around me. Fuck, sugar, I wanna come so fuckin’ hard.”
“Then come,” I rasp, feeling my own release rising higher and higher as Cade thrusts harder and harder.
“Not ‘till you,” he grates out, his jaw tense, his eyes closed.
> I squeeze my nipples harder, and when Cade thrusts deep once more, I come. I come so hard my entire world spins. I don’t even scream, because I’ve gone beyond that. All that escapes my mouth is a pathetic strangled sound. Cade does as promised, and brings his hand down hard over my thigh as he throws his head back and I feel his cock begin to pulse as he comes with me. Together, we ride our high until we’ve both stopped shaking. Cade leans down, grips my shoulders and pulls me up. He presses my cheek to his chest, and I slide my tongue out, licking the fine layer of salty sweat from his skin. He shudders and holds me tighter.
“Fuck, sugar, you’re sendin’ me over the edge, and I’m lovin’ every second of it.”
If I was being honest with myself, I’d say I felt exactly the same.
“I shouldn’t have run out earlier,” I murmur against his skin.
He pulls back and looks down at me with a hard expression.
“Took every strength in me tonight, not to make a scene in that bar. The only fuckin’ reason I didn’t, is ‘coz it’s what Spike wants. Sugar, if you ever fuckin’ think that I won’t tie you up if you’re bein’ like that, you’re wrong. I will. I’ll do whatever it fuckin’ takes to protect you, don’t fuckin’ put it past me.”
I swallow. God, why is it that the idea of him doing that both thrills and frightens me?
“I get it,” I whisper, meeting his hard gaze.
“I won’t be fucked with. You don’t ever do that to me again. Do you feel me?”
I nod. “I feel you.”
“You’re mine. You can argue that, you can run, you can play games, but the in the end, the result is still the same. I won’t be lettin’ you go anytime soon. Best you fuckin’ learn to live with it. If I didn’t think you wanted this as much as me, I would let you walk away, but you know as well as I do, this goes far deeper than sex.”
He’s right about that, and I know it. “I hear you,” I whisper, dropping my lips to the spot between his nipples and licking.
“Stop lickin’ me, baby. It’s makin’ my dick hard again and we don’t have time to fuck anymore.”