LOGINCadeCade didn’t want to move from the bed, even as sweat cooled on his skin and made him shiver. Quinn gathered him closer against his warm body.“I dreamed about this,” Cade said, tilting his head to stare into Quinn’s liquid chocolate eyes.“Making love?”“Being in bed with you. You holding me. I didn’t feel safe until you held me close again.”Quinn bent to kiss him. Cade turned in his arms to face Quinn, and for long moments he didn’t think about anything else except Quinn’s mouth on his.When they pulled away from each other to breathe, Quinn said, “I want to show you something.”“Okay.” He noticed Quinn seemed nervous. “Is something wrong?”“No.” Quinn smiled at him. “I did a little rearranging while you were away.”Cade nodded. “I know. We talked about it. You said you wanted to bring your gym equipment here.”Quinn kissed Cade’s bare shoulder. “Come with me.”Cade recognized it as an order, and although he’d rather have spent more time cuddling in bed with his Daddy, he stood
QuinnQuinn paced through the foyer of Cade’s house. Ten steps forward, fourteen steps across, ten steps back. And so on. He’d been pacing since he’d gotten the call that Cade had landed. Cade had begged him to wait at the house, as he wanted their meeting to be private. Quinn had growled at him, but he’d agreed, on the understanding Cade came straight to the house.He needed to know his boy was all right.The past two months had seemed like an eternity. Quinn had been set to go with Cade when a high-profile case involving Louis Romero arose at CDR, and they needed Quinn. He’d refused, but Dominic had virtually gotten on his knees to beg him to take the case. To his surprise, Cade agreed with Dominic. Quinn had been hurt until Cade took him in his arms and pointed out that there was a boy who needed Quinn, and he couldn’t turn his back on them. Quinn had reluctantly agreed on one condition. He called Liam Quick and pointed out that if one hair was harmed on his boy’s head, he would co
CadeAfter the cops left, Quinn had bathed Cade slowly and luxuriously and brought him to a climax that turned him inside out, then showered himself and changed into loose-fitting shorts and a tank top. The bandage was a stark white contrast to his tanned skin and ink, but Cade had almost gotten to the point where he could look at it without feeling guilty. Almost.Quinn fell asleep on the couch in the den while Cade curled up in the chair opposite, Mogs on his lap, idly doodling on a pad. Cade found the silence almost oppressive, now they were alone in the house.Alone. Cade shuddered. How many times had he thought he was alone, only to have Gareth watch him? How had he never realized Gareth was obsessed with him? Cade thought about their relationship, but he still couldn’t see it. He thought back to a conversation he’d had with Quinn the previous night. They’d been watching a movie when a thought had occurred to him.“Doug said he was surprised you agreed to take this case,” Cade h
QuinnQuinn twisted and managed to land on his feet, ignoring the screaming pain in his shoulder. Gareth was not so lucky, and landed with a snap of bone that made Quinn flinch. He cried out in agony and tumbled to the ground. Quinn was on him in an instant, pinning him into the dirt.“My leg,” Gareth groaned. “I broke my leg.”“Yeah,” Quinn snapped. “You shot me. I don’t give a shit.” He looked up to see Doug and Padraig jumping over the edge, and Cade’s anxious face.“Stay up there, Cade.” Then to Doug, “You took your fucking time.”“We were locked in a garage,” Doug groused. “Fucker jumped us with that gun. Where is it?”“I’ve got it,” Ronan said.Cade jumped down and hauled Quinn into his arms. Quinn held back a yelp of pain, just thankful his beautiful boy was alive.“Your shoulder. God, I’m sorry.” Cade tried to let go but Quinn held on just as tight to Cade, ignoring the melee around them.“It’s a graze, nothing more. I’ve been shot before.”Cade snorted against his chest. “If
CadeThey’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
QuinnQuinn woke to humming and purring. He cracked open one eye to the lovely vision of the long line of Cade’s back and his neat ass. Cade sat nude on the bed, his tongue peeping out the corner of his mouth while he sketched Mogs, who was stretched across the bottom of the bed. It was daylight outside, and sunlight striped the bed, bathing Mogs’s fur as she basked.Quinn couldn’t resist the temptation to sweep his hand down Cade’s spine and cup one ass-cheek. “Morning, boy, are you making a liar out of me?”Cade looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Hey, you’re awake. What do you mean?”“I usually sleep lightly. Yet here you are drawing, and I slept through it.”“I bought new pens to leave in my nightstand. I want to draw.”Cade seemed to hold his breath as if he expected Quinn to tell him it wasn’t permitted, but Quinn said, “That’s cool. How long have you been awake?”“Ages. I thought you were never going to wake up.”“Yesterday wore me out,” Quinn admitted. He sat up and rasped
QuinnDominic handed Quinn a folder. He flipped it open to see a thirtysomething bear staring back at him with one arm wrapped around a younger, more innocent version of the man sitting opposite him. Connolly looked barely legal in the photo although this had to be in the last two years. To anyone
Ryden’s POVMy parents had thrown together a parade, followed by a reception as celebration for the rescue. During the parade, people had lined the streets throwing flowers for the royal family. I was giving a lot of thought to what I had said about democracy, but I was grateful I had years to dec
Ajax’s POVCreeping through some crumbling castle wasn't my idea of fun, but seeing Ryden alive, and taking care of the asshole who took him, was worth the skinned knees and the almost death by castle debris.I hung back, listening to Kristu and Guy whine about all their problems.Guy was easier
Ryden’s POVIt was strange, feeling like my life was falling apart. I was sitting in the room with my father, the king, who had been shot and was now recovering. But all I could think of was the man sitting behind me, who would barely look me in the eye. I wasn't sure what was happening, but thin







