Trusting Cade (Custos Securities Series Book 1)

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by Luna, David


  Braden looked down at his hands in his lap and nodded.

  “Please look at me.” Cade waited patiently and Braden finally met his gaze. “I need to hear the words.”

  “Y...” Braden cleared his throat and tried again. “Yes. I understand. I just don’t know if that’s something I’ll ever be interested in after what I went through.”

  Cade smiled sadly. “I understand that. When we get to a point where we can talk about it again, and you’ve thought about it some more, if you still don’t want to explore your sexual boundaries, than that’s the last we’ll speak of it. But in regards to my request to take control with you, to take responsibility for you, I’d like to tell you more about what I meant, OK?”

  Braden nodded again and then realized what he’d done and looked Cade in the eye. “Yes, it’s OK.”

  Cade was happy that Braden understood his need for a direct answer. He was itching to pull him into his arms and hold him tight, but he held himself in check, for Braden’s sake. “First of all, I didn’t mean that I wanted to control your life, to take your choices away. You say you hate it when people take control, and yet, you said you had one of the best days of your life yesterday. Braden, I controlled the whole day, from start to finish.”

  Cade smiled. “When I think of taking control with you, it’s all about making sure your needs are met. If I asked you, ‘When was the last time someone took care of you?’ You’d probably tell me that it was when you were a child. I don’t want that to be the case.”

  Cade moved his arm to the back of the couch and rested his head on his hand. “Maya told me you don’t like driving, so I drove. I ordered your meals because you’d told me some of your favorite foods. You told me you love to be adventurous and active and that you love old movies. I remember everything you’ve ever told me about yourself. I planned out the day because I wanted you to be happy. Making decisions stresses you out and I didn’t want you to worry about anything.

  “I think of control as taking responsibility. I feel like you need someone to share your burdens. You have a lot of stressors with work and your health. The first night I met you, Maya mentioned that you stress internally about everything. She said later that the anxiety makes your blood sugar spike, which causes you to adjust your insulin doses and occasionally the stress and insulin adjustments can cause migraines. I want to take on those responsibilities that stress you out, cause the anxiety attacks, and the migraines.”

  Cade lowered his hand to the back of the couch. He leaned forward, in earnest, doing his best to convey his feelings. “Eric wanted to change you. He manipulated, intimidated and abused you to make that happen. I wouldn’t change a damned thing about who you are. If there’s something I’m trying to control and you don’t like it, you tell me, and I’ll stop. It’s not my goal to change things about your job, your clothing, or your friends. I only want to take on your stressors and burdens so that you don’t have to.”

  Braden sat there in silence, trying to take all of this in. He finally asked the only thing he could think of to ask. “But why? Why in the hell would you want to take on my stress? Why would you want to take responsibility for my burdens? It makes no sense to me. You have your own burdens, your own stress. Why take that on?”

  Cade’s face relaxed and gave Braden a soft smile. “There are a lot of reasons, but the biggest of them, Braden, is because I love you.”

  Braden’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened in disbelief. “You… What?”

  Cade let out a soft sigh and repeated himself, so that Braden was left with no doubts. “I love you, Braden. It happened ridiculously fast, and I’m still wrapping my head around it, but that doesn’t change the truth of it. I’ve fallen in love with you, so I want the best for you.”

  A tear slipped down Braden’s cheek, but he didn’t say anything in response. He had no words and was so completely overwhelmed that all he could do was stare at Cade, dumbfounded.

  A little afraid of what he saw in Braden’s eyes, Cade hurried on to say, “You were so carefree yesterday, so utterly relaxed. That’s how I want to see you, every day. I think that some people are made to take stressors and manage them. It’s where I thrive, it makes me stronger and it’s how I tick. You struggle with it because your body needs you to be on an even keel, or it backfires on you and makes you sick. I know you love to run, but maybe you don’t have to run 10-15 miles a day to relieve your stress. Maybe having my help will, I don’t know, allow you to fucking breathe, help you to thrive. It’s not a magic pill, it won’t fix everything, but it will make me happy and hopefully do the same for you. That’s all I want. For you to be….”

  Cade cut himself off when Braden abruptly got up from his side of the couch, a glazed look in his eyes, pupils blown, and took jerky steps towards him. Cade reached for him, panicked that he’d said the wrong thing. “Baby, what’s… oomph.”

  Braden practically leapt onto his lap in a rush, taking Cade’s lips with his own, kissing him so hard their teeth clashed. Cade gently pulled Braden back, hands on either side of his head. Braden whimpered and Cade’s face grew serious. “What’s this? Shhh, it’s OK. I’ll give you what you need; you have to know that by now.”

  With that, Cade brought Braden close again, one hand in his hair, guiding him, the other on Braden’s ass, pulling him in. They kissed for several minutes, deep, passionate, voracious kisses; Braden, desperate to share his feelings in that way, Cade, desperate to receive them.

  Braden finally pulled away, and whispered, “Take control.”

  Cade was afraid he’d heard things incorrectly. His head was in a hazy fog of horny bliss that had his blood pumping and his heart beating out of his chest. “What?”

  “Take control of me and my pleasure, just like you said. Do what you wanted to do last night.”

  “But…”

  “No, no buts, please. I need it, I need you.”

  Braden met his eyes and what Cade saw in them had his hands gripping Braden’s thighs and his cock leaping to attention. He stood, reaching around and grabbing Braden’s ass with both hands. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Once Braden had latched on, Cade was headed to Braden’s bedroom before the other man could say another word. Braden almost laughed at the absurdity of being carried as he was, but after looking into Cade’s eyes, all thoughts of amusement fled, and he caught his breath at the intensity he saw there.

  Cade kneaded Braden’s ass and when he heard the little groan coming from his boy, he pulled Braden’s head back by his hair to expose his throat and began to kiss and suck that gorgeous column of skin. Braden moaned and squeezed his legs tighter around Cade’s hips, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn so that he pushed Braden against the wall.

  Sliding his fingers into Braden’s hair at the nape of his neck, he began a slow journey of licks and kisses from his neck to his lips. Braden’s hands gripped his arms, fingers digging into his triceps, as if grasping for purchase. Braden rolled his hips, creating a friction that caused Cade to growl deep in his throat.

  Cade pushed harder against him, using the wall to keep Braden in place. He released Braden’s long hair and brought his hands down to the top button of his shirt. They both exhaled in a rush as Cade made quick work of Braden’s buttons. Braden yanked the shirt over his head, taking his undershirt with it and tossed them both on the floor. Cade grunted in satisfaction and Braden smiled. Pure need flashed through Cade. Gripping Braden’s ass again, he pulled them both away from the wall and made it to Braden’s bedroom. He lowered Braden to his feet beside the bed and made quick work of his own button up shirt, leaving only his ribbed tank top.

  Braden feasted his eyes upon Cade, but realized something was missing and he couldn’t go any further until he fixed it. Cade reached for him again, and he backed up a step. “Z, wait.”

  The look of surprise and then something that might have been shame passed over Cade’s features, so quickly, Braden almost missed it. Before he could say anything,
Cade stepped back, rubbed his hands over his hair, his voice strained. “Fuck, Braden. I’m moving too fast aren’t I? I’m sorry. The last thing I want to do is scare you. I don’t know what I was thinking. This is the first time you’ve been with anyone since…. Fuck... What’s wrong with me? We can stop completely, or I’ll go slow. Whatever you want. I’m sorry, baby.”

  Braden smiled and covered Cade’s lips to stop the runaway apologies. “Z, just stop. Look at me. I love every single thing you were doing to me. I’ve never felt so desired. I could see it written all over your face and feel it in your touch. It was perfect. You were perfect.”

  When Braden lowered his hand, Cade sighed, grateful he hadn’t completely fucked everything up. “Then why….”

  Braden’s face grew serious, emotion etched across his face. “Because, I never said it and I want to, before we get started and can’t stop. I want you to know first.”

  Cade reached for Braden and pulled him closer. “Anything, baby, you can tell me anything.”

  Braden took a deep breath, a look of such tenderness in his eyes that Cade’s heart melted. “I love you, Zavier McCade. I’m in love with you.”

  Cade stopped moving, stopped breathing, and just looked down at Braden for several heartbeats, wanting to remember this moment, have it etched in his memory. “Say it again.”

  Braden’s smile had never looked so sweet. “I love you, Z.”

  Cade crushed Braden to him, desperate to feel him, desperate to hold him. He placed both of his hands on Braden’s face, and gazed deep into his eyes, his movements slow and gentle now, and bent down to kiss him softly on the lips. He brushed his lips over Braden’s, back and forth, and then just held his gaze as he kissed Braden a bit deeper, finally allowing his eyes to close. He enjoyed the feelings, taking his lower lip between both of his and licking along its pouty surface. He let the kiss continue, languidly, just tasting and learning his beautiful mouth.

  Trailing his hands down Braden’s smooth, defined chest, he ran the backs of his fingers over his stomach, reveling in Braden’s soft whimper. He slipped his hands around Braden’s back, caressing, and slowly inched his way down over Braden’s luscious ass cheeks to the backs of his thighs, taking his weight, and inch by deliberate inch slid Braden’s body up along his until Braden’s thighs were once again gripping his hips.

  Cade slowly got down on his knees on the bed, legs spread wide. He released his hold on Braden, who was still wrapped around him like a little monkey, and began a sensual assault on Braden’s skin, caressing every inch of his body. The more Braden trembled and whimpered, the softer and more torturous Cade’s touches became, all the while continuing to kiss him, more deeply now, using tongue and teeth.

  Finally, moving his hand to Braden’s lower back, he leaned forward and placed his other hand on the bed, gently easing Braden’s body down on the bed. Straightening up and leaning over Braden, they looked at each other hungrily and then Cade smiled down at Braden, bringing out a smile from him in return. Braden reached up to Cade’s sides and began to pull his tank top up his torso slowly, his enjoyment more evident with each slow inch of flesh he revealed.

  Cade sat back on his knees again and reached behind his head and gripped his shirt, ripping it off and tossing it aside. He was about to grab onto Braden again when Braden made a soft sound of dismay and Cade found his gaze resting on his scarred chest and then his arms, finding more scars. Braden was finally close enough to see the damage to his body that his clothes and most of his tattoos usually covered, at first glance. All of a sudden, Braden was somewhat frantically unbuckling Cade’s belt and with Cade’s help, pulling off Cade’s pants, looking at the scars and tattoos on his thighs and lower legs.

  A tear slipped down his cheek and the tortured look in his eyes set Cade’s heart racing. This wasn’t what he’d wanted their first time to be like. He tipped Braden’s face up. “No, baby, none of that. I’m fine, it’s done, over. This is just what comes from the type of life I’ve lived.”

  “You have so many tattoos. Is every tattoo covering a scar?” His hands shook as they traced some of the scars. “So many, Zavier.”

  Cade reached for Braden and pulled him gently into his arms. “No. I have a lot of scars; I won’t sugar coat it. Shrapnel and other things associated with wartime wreak havoc on a body; and yes, that’s why I started tattooing myself in the beginning. But, I love my ink, and I wanted more, so I continued to get them. I decided a long time ago I wanted the art to tell a story, not my scars. I promise not only to tell you about the tattoos, but about the scars as well. Please, don’t let this stop what we were doing. I need to be with you, Braden, please.”

  Braden took a deep breath and let it out. He scrubbed his hands over his face and nodded. He looked up into Cade’s eyes and smiled. Feeling calm and finally looking past the tattoos and ink, he zeroed in on Cade’s body and his own body got warmer, his face heated.

  Cade saw the change in Braden, the flushing of his cheeks, the blown pupils, reflecting his own arousal. He leaned over and bent down to kiss Braden’s lips, his cheek, his jawline, his neck, inching down his sculpted chest to lick the flat disc of his nipple. At the contact of a tongue on that particular area of skin, Braden let out a hiss as Cade continued until both of Braden’s nipples were hard points that Cade took, one at a time, between his lips and teeth, causing Braden to squirm. Cade chuckled darkly. “Sensitive. So fucking sensitive to my touch.”

  After one last nip, hard enough to send a shocking zing of arousal from that nipple straight to his cock, Braden’s hips shot off the bed and nudged into Cade’s, who growled low in his throat. “That’s it. I want every reaction. Don’t hold anything back from me, Bray.”

  Braden moaned as Cade continued down his ribs to his tummy and swirled his tongue around his belly button, causing him to gasp. Holy fuck, he’d never known that was an erogenous zone for him. At the gasp, Cade swirled again and then a third time causing Braden to whimper and writhe. “That’s right, baby. Squirm for me.”

  Nipping down Braden’s happy trail, he reached the button of his pants and popped it with a flick of a thumb. He pulled at the zipper, ever so slowly, as he kept his eyes on Braden, who had tilted himself up to watch Cade. Grasping Braden’s pants at his hips, he slowly slid them down his legs, kissing each inch of skin as it was revealed. He tossed them aside and took a slow meandering glance up Braden’s body. He was slim but he was well built and was filling out his boxer briefs to perfection. Meeting Braden’s eyes and seeing his own lust reflected back at him, he leaned over and spoke in a hushed tone. “My mouth is watering for you.”

  At that, Braden groaned, raised his hands to cover his face, landing back on the bed. “You’re gonna kill me with all this dirty talk. I’ve never been so fucking turned on.”

  Cade leaned down and laved at Braden’s cock, through his boxers. He breathed in deeply and groaned. “Gotta get these off of you so I can lick what smells so good.”

  He pulled Braden’s boxers over his erection, watched it pop free and practically land on his lips. He grunted. “Fuck, look at you. So beautiful. So ready for me.”

  He grasped Braden’s fat cock in his hand and tightened his grip on the upstroke as he licked his well-groomed sac, causing Braden’s hips to arch off the bed. Hearing Braden moan softly, he encouraged him. “Let me hear you.”

  He kissed up Braden’s cock, open mouthed kisses on the way to his cockhead and licked his slit, tasting his pre-cum. “You taste better than I’d imagined.”

  He couldn’t wait any longer. He opened his mouth wide and took Braden’s cock deep into his mouth, and when Braden groaned loudly and jutted his hips up to meet him, Cade moaned deep in his throat and tightened his hold. Braden shouted. “Oh fuck! Fuck yes!”

  Braden moved his hips like pistons, his cock slammed in and out of Cade’s mouth, and Cade loved every second of it, opening his mouth wider, relaxing his throat, taking him deep. He allowed Braden to fuck his mouth for several more strokes, bu
t he didn’t want it to end too quickly, so he stilled Braden’s hips with his hands, pulled off of him, and chuckled as Braden groaned in frustration. “Not yet. I’m not letting you finish that quickly. Christ look at you, so greedy. Where’s your slick?”

  Braden pointed to his nightstand, his breath heaving in and out of his chest. He reached down to stroke his own cock, but Cade stopped him. “Mm-mmm, don’t even think about it. That’s mine. Look at me.”

  Braden didn’t immediately comply. Cade grinned as a realized Braden’s brain wasn’t sending messages quite as quickly as it normally did. Cade let a few more beats pass, enjoying watching his man come back into his own head. “Braden, look at me.”

  When Braden finally came out of his haze enough to comply, he met Cade’s eyes and smiled. Cade chuckled. “No touching yourself, baby. It’ll end too soon, and I need to be inside of you when you come.”

  Braden sighed, his body still humming from Cade’s ministrations. He watched as Cade pulled down his boxer briefs. He lost that smile and his breath as his eyes popped wide. “Fucking hell, Z! There’s no way that monster cock is going to fit!”

  Cade’s deep laugh did nothing to alleviate Braden’s misgivings, and his jaw stayed lax as Cade crawled back on the bed, lying on top of Braden and making him groan and hook a leg behind one of Cade’s. Holding himself up on his forearms to avoid crushing Braden, Cade tried to explain it away. “Bray, I’m 6’6” and I weigh about 265 pounds. I’m proportionate.”

  Braden laughed in disbelief and covered his face with his hands. “He’s proportionate he says…. Jesus H… OK, well let’s put it this way, my asshole is proportionate, which means we are gonna have issues.”

 

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