Vigilante 01 - Who Knows the Storm (20 page)

“Fuck,” Nox whispered as he slid down Cade’s body. “Your mouth….”

Cade looked supremely pleased as Nox rubbed his wet-with-saliva cock down Cade’s chest and stomach. “You gonna fuck me now?” he murmured, reaching down to stroke himself as Nox moved off for a second to grab the condoms and lube.

He moved them closer, then dropped back down on Cade’s body.

“Spread your legs,” he mumbled against Cade’s lips. He knew Cade was well aware of what to do to make the experience the most sensual, but then he also knew Nox got off on telling him what to do.

Cade opened his legs, cradling Nox with his body, relaxing in his tight embrace.

Maybe there would be another time for this. Maybe next time he’d be patient and slow and unselfish, let Cade have his pleasure before taking his own. But right now, there was no space for thoughts like that. He pushed a condom into Cade’s hand without needing to explain, swearing under his breath until he managed the lube, until he got two fingers rubbing right over Cade’s hole.

“I like you like this,” Nox whispered, nuzzling at Cade’s throat, finally easing his fingers inside his body, and God, how was it even possible that anything could feel this good? “Fuck, you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

He watched Cade’s face, shifting his fingers inside him, waiting to feel him relax just that little bit more. The lube on his fingers began to burn, and it took a second to realize that this wasn’t just slick to make fucking easier. This stuff had a kick.

“Uhhhh,” Cade stuttered under his breath, as the heat of the lube began to hit him. “God, that stuff is… fuck….” He arched up, straining against Nox’s body. “Oh fuck it hurts,” he moaned, but it was clear from the blissful expression on his face that he welcomed the pain.

Nox’s dick pulsed against Cade’s stomach.

Cade laughed/moaned. “That’s enough. Just fuck me,” he breathed out, pulling his own hair.

The burning on his fingers started to physically hurt, so Nox began pulling out, blindingly slow and with an extra twist at the end. He manhandled Cade onto his stomach, then up onto his knees. “Move your legs apart a little more,” he said as he shoved Cade into position.

“If I had my way, I’d bring you home with me, leave you chained to the bed so I could fuck you every night,” he choked out, waiting a beat and then pushing into Cade with three hard strokes. He was once again lost in his desire for Cade. The words were his fantasies and this beautiful man was like a gift he never conceived of having.

That fantasy was caught in Nox’s mind now, the intense heat of Cade’s body sending him into orbit when meshed with that need he’d had since the last time they were together. 

“Chain you to my bed, blindfold you, keep you and use you….” He grunted and moaned, every thrust deeper and more violent.

“Yes,” Cade bit out, the words muffled by the sheets.

There was more in his head, more visions of things he’d do if time and circumstance permitted, but the tight heat of Cade’s body had done in his power of speech beyond the muttered 
fuck yes
. He dug his fingers into the flesh under his hands. His thrusts rocked them lower onto the bed.

“Please,” Cade begged in a rough voice, his cheek dragging over the covers with each thrust. The tight grip he had on the bed didn’t stop that from happening. “God… please, fuckin’ touch me.”

“No.”

Nox fucked him harder, pushed Cade flat on the bed so he could get more friction that way, so he could take it all, completely.

“Yeah, yeah. Take it, whatever you want,” Cade gasped.

“Say that again,” Nox ordered, voice sandpaper rough. “Tell me again.”

Cade moaned. “What… whatever you want. T-t-take it,” he whispered, eyes tightly closed as he pushed back against Nox.

Nox growled. He tugged Cade’s hands above his head and pinned them there, biting his shoulder while he held him down.

“Oh my God,” Cade said faintly.

Nox’s vision went a little gray as his orgasm rocked him with a sudden viciousness. He pushed down once more, hard, and then pulled out, still pulsing in the condom. “Turn over,” he said roughly, fully in control of what he wanted right now.

Cade reached out to grip the covers and turn himself over. Quickly he was on his back, looking up at Nox through hooded eyes. He was gorgeous, bottom lip bitten red and his body glistening with sweat.

Their gazes locked, Nox leaned down, flicking his tongue over the swollen head of his lover’s cock, teasing for a long, cruel moment. He made sure Cade’s eyes were begging as he swallowed him deeply.

“Oh, fuck,” Cade breathed, eyes fluttering shut and head flopping heavily back to the bed as Nox took him in.

Nox swallowed until he tasted Cade at the back of his throat. He slipped his fingers back into his lover without announcement or prep, fucking him again.

Cade parted his legs greedily, giving Nox all the room in the world. Pulling off Cade’s cock with the most obscene slurp outside of a porn movie, Nox locked his gaze on his lover’s face. He continued to thrust his fingers, his smile wicked. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured, twisting a third finger inside Cade’s body.

Cade moaned, planting his feet on the bed and raising his hips to fuck himself on Nox’s fingers. “You’re one to talk. Oh Christ, right there.”

Nox was about to make a smart remark about Cade still being able to form coherent sentences when his lover’s body stiffened and the pump of his hips, the tension in his body, told Nox he was close. He managed to be smug and swallow at the same time, deep-throating Cade to catch the last few pulses of his orgasm.

Cade choked out Nox’s name, shivering when the pressure on his sensitive dick became too much.

Nox loved that moment, that shift when pleasure transitioned from amazing to overwhelming. So he pushed just that little bit more before he licked his way up and off to rest his cheek against Cade’s thigh. “Good?” he murmured.

“Understatement,” Cade whispered, unclenching his fingers long enough to touch Nox’s shoulder. Nox smiled up at him, biting sort of gently at his hip.

Cade shivered in response.

Chapter Thirty-six

C
ADE
LAY
in boneless bliss under Nox’s ever-wandering hands. He knew they were going to go again, but first he needed to tell Nox what Rachel said.

“Come here, I need to tell you something,” he said gently, drawing Nox into his arms. There was an awkward moment of fumbling—first time with a lover, first time in a long time for Cade just experiencing the pleasure of curling up in someone’s arms. “Rachel told me something tonight….”

He repeated her words verbatim, feeling Nox tense up throughout and vibrate with anger at the end.

“Jenny’s dead,” he finished, clutching at Nox’s warm skin to keep him close. “She doesn’t want to hurt you. Or Sam.”

Nox shook his head, all the warmth of their holding each other gone. “I can’t know that for sure.”

“I believe her.”

Nox got out of the bed as quickly as he had fallen into it.

Cade listened as Nox fumbled into his clothes and lay there as he stormed out the door. He lay there and smelled the spunk and sweat on his sheets, from sex that was just for him and not for money, sex with someone he wanted for just that. He rolled himself tightly in the blankets, pretended they were arms pinning him to the bed as he watched his little piece of sky through the window.

He slept and dreamed of the farm, and his mother stroking his hair and telling him to stop trying to be someone else and just come home.

W
HEN
HE
arrived at the Iron Butterfly late in the afternoon, his ID didn’t work as he tried to enter the building.

Billy the security guard ambled over—strangely out of place from his usual post at the back door—took the key card out of his hand and examined it, then slid it into his pocket.

“I’m sorry to inform you you’ve been terminated, Mr. Creel,” he said. “You need to leave the premises immediately.”

“What?” Cade stepped back, shock coursing through his body. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’ve been terminated. Please leave the premises or I’ll be forced to remove you myself.” Billy sounded like he would enjoy that.

“You’re crazy. Get me Rachel on the phone.” He looked around wildly; the front desk staff was pretending they couldn’t see him or hear him. “Get me Rachel on the phone!”

“Get out of here,” Billy repeated, stepping around the desk to loom over Cade. “Now.”

Cade turned and walked back to the street, his entire body shaking. He pulled his phone out and hit the icon for Rachel’s cell as he began to walk mindlessly.

Voice mail.

“Rachel, what the hell are you doing? How could you do this to me?” he shouted, drawing looks from the early evening crowds. His recording time ended and he hit the icon again; he was headed for the cab line before he could think about it.

He flung himself in the first available cab. “Ninety-First Street.”

The guy turned around, looking at him like he was crazy.

“I know, I know—as close as you can get, and hurry up. It’s almost curfew.”

Chapter Thirty-seven

N
OX
WOKE
up facedown on damp concrete.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” someone said. A boot connected with Nox’s side, rolling him over onto his back.

He remembered leaving Cade’s apartment. He remembered making it all the way up to the Old City. He was maybe ten blocks away from home when…

Someone jumped him.

No, several someones jumped him, forcing him to the ground and stabbing something into his arm. For a second, there on the cold, wet floor, Nox panicked. What if it was Dead Bolt? What if….

“Just a sedative,” the voice said. Deep. Masculine. Amused. Reading his mind. “You’ll be fine. I just needed you a bit more amenable to a conversation—and less inclined to try and kill me.”

Footsteps echoed around him. Nox closed his eyes as his vision swirled.

“What are we going to do with you? So insistent on sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” The footsteps stopped for a moment. Nox felt a shoe prod against his shoulder. “I would appreciate it if you would stop destroying my product before it even gets to the streets.”

Nox’s anger rolled through him.
Son of a bitch.
“Fuck off. Keep your poison out of my neighborhoods,” he spat back, kicking out. “I’m not stopping ’til you’re gone for good.”

The man sighed dramatically. “Well, that’s not going to happen.”

The prodding became a kick, half-assed but still painful as Nox twitched in response. “You and I have had a perfectly good relationship up until now. I’ve left you alone because quite frankly you were doing me a service. You catch one of my employees slacking off, you break their hand—I know whose employment I have to… terminate. And I appreciate it, I really do.” The footsteps came closer as Nox twisted his head, trying to clear his vision enough to see. “You do a service for me, young man. You keep the streets safe and you keep my product in the hands of the right people.”

Nox bit his lip until he tasted blood.

“But now? Now you’re expanding your little mission, and it’s pissing me off.” Nox felt the tip of a shoe against the side of his face, pressing his head into the cold floor. “Those trucks are just transports. They’re moving a desired product. Supply and demand—how else can I meet the needs of my clientele?”

“I don’t care,” Nox spat. “I want you out of my neighborhood.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen.”

The shoe disappeared, but a second later it connected with Nox’s side, near his kidney—hard. He swallowed a moan as the pain radiated across his back.

“Since I’m not going anywhere, let’s make a deal, all right? You stop destroying my trucks, and I won’t let the police arrest your son in two hours for those nasty bombings.”

Nox’s heart stopped. “Leave him alone. He hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“I don’t give a damn about him.” The voice laughed. “But the police? Oh, the police like him for the bombings. It would close the case for them, another feather in their cap as far as crime in the District goes. They have evidence, you know, about him being the Vigilante stalking the streets of the Old City, killing drug dealers and junkies. He’s crazy, you know—terrible thing.” A sound, a movement, and the man was closer. Nox felt knees digging against his side. Softly, the man murmured, “Crazy like his mother.”

Nox moved—or tried to. The room spun and dipped, his vision going black as he made it to his knees, then tipped back to the ground. This drug dealer—the man behind the trucks, the man behind Dead Bolt, the one whose name no one would tell him—knew who Sam’s mother was.

Which meant he knew who Nox was.

The man had stood up. His voice trailed away, back to being all business. “So one more time. You promise to stop destroying my trucks, I give the police a different suspect to lock up. Do we have a deal?”

“Leave my son alone. I’m the one you have a problem with,” he gasped, trying to get up again. He couldn’t let this man hurt Sam. “Take it out on me. Leave—”

A heavy boot connected with his stomach hard enough to knock the breath out of him for a second. Another to the back—there were at least two of them raining kicks upon him.

“Pay attention,” the man said, his voice growing fainter. “I’m not saying it again. Stop destroying my trucks or the police get the boy.”

The footsteps echoed in the distance. A heavy door slammed. The blows finally stopped after a particularly vicious one to the left shoulder. As the sounds receded until he knew he was alone, Nox panted and shook on the cold wet floor. Then he passed out.

Chapter Thirty-eight

C
ADE
WAS
running up the pathway to Ninety-First Street when his phone rang.

Rachel.

“Jesus, what the hell?” he yelled, not slowing down as the sun began to sink in the distance. “Why did you fire me?”