Release Me (The Music Within Book 2) (7 page)

The
sadness in Cade’s voice grabbed hold of Mal’s heart and twisted. In giving Cade
what he needed, it would shred what little sanity Mal had left.

“Please.”

That
one word was Mal’s undoing. If he was going to give in to what Cade wanted, Mal
might as well give him everything he had left inside. He turned so they were
chest to chest. Mal grabbed Cade’s hair and pulled his head down for a kiss.
Cade instantly opened to him, and their tongues entwined around each other.
Neither one demanded dominance. Instead, the kiss was filled with so much
emotion that Mal had to squeeze his eyes closed to fight back the tears. Cade
wrapped his arms around Mal’s back and let his hands softly stroke from his
shoulders down to the curve of his ass.

Mal’s
erection had deflated somewhat when he thought of what would happen if he
succumbed to Cade’s wishes, but now, with Cade’s warm skin pressed against
Mal’s body from chest to groin, he geared up for another round. With both their
erections caught between their stomachs, Cade began rocking back and forth, the
glide of their cocks against the other heating up the intensity of their
mouths.

“I
need to feel you inside me, Mal. Will you please fuck me?” Cade practically
begged when he broke the kiss.

Mal
didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded. Cade turned on the water and wet a
washcloth, wiping the drying spunk off Mal’s stomach and chest before cleaning
up his cock. With that task completed, Cade laced their fingers together and
led Mal back into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. “Do you have a
condom?” Cade asked.

Mal
nodded and reached for his jeans, pulling a couple of squares out of his back
pocket along with extra lube. He had hoped for a good night, so he prepared
just in case. Mal had a feeling two condoms weren’t going to be enough.

After
he slicked up Cade’s hole and stretched him good, Mal rolled the first condom
on and slid into the tight heat of Cade’s taut ass. Cade had started off on his
back, but Mal refused to fuck him face to face. He agreed to spend all night
together, and that was going to be hard enough to deal with when daylight
broke. But there was no way he could watch the expression on Cade’s face when
he orgasmed. That was too intimate. If it pissed Cade off, he hid it. He
flipped over and got on all fours, his glorious ass begging to be taken.

It
had been over ten years since Mal had topped anyone. Not since Tyler. Not since
his father found him with his dick buried inside his boyfriend in the barn.
When Tyler refused to see him after what happened, Mal figured all he deserved
from that point on was to be the bottom for anyone he had sex with. He had only
fucked a handful of times in those ten years, but he always allowed himself to
be used. Sex was nothing more than a release, a way to forget about his life
for a little while. As he breached Cade’s inner ring, he told himself to close
his eyes, but Mal couldn’t help but be fascinated with the way his cock
stretched Cade’s hole, the way it opened up for him and sucked him in. Deep.

“Fuck.
Oh god. Mal…”

Mal
knew what Cade was feeling, because he had been in that same position just a
few minutes earlier. The initial burn of being stretched. The fullness of
having a cock balls deep. The ache to have the other man move. So, he started
moving. He grabbed onto Cade’s hips and kept his eyes glued to the movement of
his dick as he slid in and out.

“Harder,
Mal. I need to really feel it.”

Mal
had never fucked Tyler hard. He didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend, and Tyler
never asked for it any other way than how Mal gave it to him. But Cade wasn’t
Tyler. He asked for it hard, so Mal gave him what he wanted. He knew that
feeling, too. The one where you needed to have your hole pounded so you would
feel the sting the next day. He pulled out slowly then slammed back into Cade’s
hole.

“God,
yes. Fuck me, Mal,” Cade rumbled.

Mal
plunged in again, bottoming out with a slap of skin on skin.

“Fuck
yeah, baby. That’s it.”  Mal’s thrusting stuttered when Cade called him
baby
.
He shook it off and slammed in again, thrusting as hard as physically possible.
Cade was lost in the moment, nothing more. No way could he be enamored with
Mal. Mal dug his fingers tighter into Cade’s skin and continued fucking him
with everything he had. His balls were tightening, but he wouldn’t come before
Cade did. Mal closed his eyes and relished the feel of Cade’s channel gripping
his cock. He allowed his hands to caress the skin at Cade’s hips. He could
pretend for a moment that Cade belonged to him and this wasn’t a one-time
thing.

“Oh,
fuck me. Goddamn, I’m coming,” Cade grunted out as his ass tightened around
Mal’s cock. Mal didn’t still his body as his orgasm overtook. He continued his
slide in and out of Cade’s ass until the last spasm subsided. When Cade lowered
his body to the bed, Mal grabbed hold of the condom and remained on his knees.
His head was already a jumbled mess. As badly as he wanted to, there was no way
could he follow Cade down to the bed and spread out beside the beautiful body
and press kisses to Cade’s back, just to taste the sweat that glistened there.
No way could he wrap himself around Cade and just
be
. No, he couldn’t
allow himself to get caught up in the moment any more than he already had, even
if it would be a wonderful memory to keep with him in the coming days. That may
be something Cade wanted, but it wouldn’t be the same for Mal. It would only
remind him daily of what he could never have.

Cade

Cade
knew it was going to take more than a
please
to convince Mal to spend
the night. The sadness in the other man’s eyes was enough to have Cade begging,
but he couldn’t let on that he knew what was going on in Mal’s life. Cade
considered getting him drunk so maybe he would offer up his secrets, but if the
roles were reversed, Cade wouldn’t want anyone to know the truth of his life.
He couldn’t imagine being in a position to lose everything he owned. Instead of
alcohol, Cade used his body to convince Mal to stay. After they went through
both condoms Mal had in his pocket, Cade slid on his clothes and hurried to his
suite for more supplies, praying the whole time Mal wouldn’t leave.

His
prayers were answered, and Cade found Mal right where he left him – sitting on
the bed with his back against the headboard. Fuck, he made an enticing sight.
The sheet barely covered the tops of his thighs. It outlined the beautiful cock
waiting for Cade. Finding Mal’s balls shaved had been surprising but also a
huge turn-on. He kept the hair around the base of his dick cropped close. Cade
had taken a deep breath with his nose buried there, doing his best to commit
the musky scent to memory.

More
than once, Cade found himself comparing Mal to Tag – the differences in their
bodies as well as the way they fucked. Even though Cade did this whenever he
bedded a new partner, this time the result came up differently. With all the
others, Cade found them lacking. When he realized how in tune he and Mal were
after only a couple of times of sliding home in his warm heat, the thought of Tag
faded to the background, and Cade was able to focus solely on Mal. That didn’t
bode well for what would happen after they went their separate ways when the
sun came up, but Cade would deal with that later.

Mal
refused to have sex face to face, and Cade figured it was to keep emotions out
of what they were doing. He had lavished kisses over Mal’s body, touched him
gently as he explored the younger man’s skin. Mal hadn’t offered any type of
gentleness. He had licked and sucked on Cade’s body, but it was only to elicit
an arousal out of Cade’s cock. Mal had been fascinated with the nipple
piercings, but when he learned how much it turned Cade on to have them sucked
and bitten, Mal had made it his mission to torment Cade relentlessly.

“Kiss
me,” Cade demanded.

“Cade…”
Mal began to protest, but Cade refused to accept it. He rolled his body on top
of the bartender and sucked at the skin just above his collarbone. He continued
placing open mouth kisses across Mal’s skin, working his way up to his jaw. He
hovered his face right above Mal’s, daring him to look away. Blue eyes stared
back at his own, and the torment lingered there, just below the surface. Cade
wanted to ease the pain, but he couldn’t. Not without giving away his
intentions.

Fuck
it.
Cade angled
his head and pressed their lips together. Mal had kissed him back in the car,
and Cade wasn’t going to stop trying until Mal relented. His lover lay there
unmoving, but Cade licked at his lips until finally Mal opened for him. Cade
moaned, and Mal sighed. If Cade didn’t have a good idea of the thoughts going
through Mal’s head, he’d probably be offended. Instead, he poured every bit of
emotion he felt into the other man’s mouth.

They
fit together perfectly. Not just their mouths, but their bodies. Whether they
were kissing or fucking, there was nothing awkward about the alignment, no
effort needed to make accommodations for the other person. It was as if they
had been designed as two parts of a whole.

Cade
felt content in keeping their kiss soft and sensual, but Mal had other ideas.
He amped up the intensity, grabbing Cade’s hair and tugging. Mal pulled one
foot towards his body placing it flat on the bed so he could twist slightly and
rotate his hips against Cade’s. Cade had no problem going for another round,
but he wanted to take this to the shower. Their bodies as well as the room were
ripe with the smell of sweaty man sex. He didn’t want to break the kiss now
that he’d finally convinced Mal to open up, but he wanted to continue under the
hot spray in the bathroom.

“Let’s
take a shower,” Cade requested when he pulled back. He waited for Mal to
refuse, but his country boy surprised him and nodded.

“Yeah,
we stink,” Mal said, grinning. It was the first time he’d offered anything
close to a smile, and Cade did a mental fist pump. They may not have a future
together, but Cade wanted this man to get his life back. It hurt a little when
Cade thought of not being a part of that life. He rolled off the bed and held
his hand out for Mal, holding his breath to see if he would take it. He did,
and Cade used the connection to pull him into his embrace. He didn’t expect Mal
to return the gesture, so he quickly kissed his lips before turning toward the
bathroom.

While
they were waiting on the water to heat up, he grabbed Mal’s face and began
kissing him again. He didn’t want to give his lover too much time to think.
Cade didn’t want Mal thinking at all unless it was about what their bodies were
doing together. Hopefully, by the time Mal returned home in the morning, things
would be much different. Cade hadn’t changed his mind about going back out on
the road, but he would give himself plenty of memories from one night with Mal
to take with him. Maybe one day he would come back to the little Kentucky town
and things could be different.

When
the steam wafted around them, Cade pulled back the curtain and stepped into the
tub. Mal was right behind him. Literally. He didn’t give Cade any room to
maneuver. Instead, he pushed Cade up against the tile wall and rubbed his
hard-on between Cade’s cheeks. At some point, Mal had grabbed a bar of soap off
the counter. He began unwrapping it. When the paper was free, he
unceremoniously tossed it over the curtain rod. Mal twisted the small bar in
his hands and rubbed the lather over Cade’s back.

“Raise
your arms,” Mal instructed. Cade complied and placed his hands on the wall
above his head. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had bathed him. Cade
placed his forehead on the wall and enjoyed the feel of Mal’s hands soaping his
body. When Mal reached around to his groin, Cade tensed in anticipation of Mal
using his slick hand to work his cock over. Mal didn’t disappoint. He grabbed
Cade’s dick at the base and slid up to the tip, twisting his fist over the fat
head. Cade leaned his head back, moaning.

“I’m
not gonna last if you keep that up,” Cade warned him. Mal tightened his fist
and stroked faster. “Oh, God… Mal… gonna…” Mal bit Cade’s neck hard, and Cade
yelled out, shooting his release onto the wall and over his lover’s hand.
“Fuck… you fucking bit me!” he exclaimed as he tried to get his breathing under
control. The pain had been a surprise but not an unwelcome one. He turned so he
could get his hands on the other man. The water running over Mal’s tight body
had Cade revving up to go again. Fuck, he knew if things were different, he’d
never get enough of this cowboy.

 “My
turn,” Cade said, taking the soap and returning the favor. By the time they
turned the water off, they had both gotten off twice. As sexy as shower
blowjobs sounded, they were hell on the knees. Cade handed Mal a fluffy white
towel before grabbing one for himself. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“I’m
always hungry,” Mal joked. “I could use a little refuelin’ as long as we can
order room service. I’m not ready to do the walk of shame just yet.”

“There
will be no walking, Mr. Wilson.”

“How
do you know my last name?” Mal narrowed his eyes at Cade in the mirror.

Way
to go dumbass.
“I
saw it on your mailbox,” Cade lied. He couldn’t tell Mal he knew just about
everything there was to know about him.

Mal
slowly rubbed the towel down his arms “What’s
your
last name?” he asked,
still looking at Cade’s reflection.

“Anderson.”
No reason to lie again. Mal could Google Cade’s first name and the word
musician
,
and eventually he’d find Cade Anderson, drummer, in all his online glory.

“You
said you’re a drummer without a band. Is that still the case? How’d the
audition go?”

“Not
like I expected. We didn’t really click.” Cade tossed his towel over the
curtain rod and took Mal’s out of his hand so he could dry his back. He would
use any excuse to touch Mal. He squatted down behind Mal and wiped his toned
legs dry. Cade was eye level with Mal’s firm ass. He was tempted to bend Mal
over the counter and rim his hole. Instead, he kissed each cheek before
standing and wrapping the towel around Mal’s chest. Using the cloth, he pulled
Mal backwards so his back was flush with Cade’s front. “Now this, this is a
good fit,” Cade purred as he rubbed his dick against Mal’s ass.

Mal
laughed. “Damn, man. You’re insatiable. I thought we were gonna eat.”

Cade
nibbled Mal’s shoulder. “I could eat you.”

“You
can have me for dessert. Seriously, I need sustenance,” Mal told Cade’s
reflection in the mirror.

Cade
grumbled, but inside he cheered that Mal was agreeable to eating. It would give
them time to talk, and they could fall asleep together afterwards. They left
the bathroom, and Cade found the room service menu. He pulled Mal close to his
side so they could peruse it together. “See anything you like?”

“All
of it, but I’ll take the steak and baked potato.”

“How
do you want your steak cooked?”

“Rare.
And make sure you get lots of butter and sour cream,” Mal instructed.

Cade
picked up the phone and placed his order. Before he hung up, he told the person
on the other end to deliver the food to his suite. He was taking a big chance
on Mal running away, but he would rather they be able to sit at his table and
enjoy their meal than try to both eat at the small desk.

“Come
on, let’s get dressed. I want to go up to my room so we can spread out while we
eat.”

Mal
didn’t question him. He put his clothes on and followed Cade upstairs. When
Cade opened the door, Mal stepped in and took a look around. “Wow. You always
stay in the swanky room when you travel?”

“Not
always, but I’ve spent the last fifteen years living mostly on a tour bus. So,
when I get the chance to stay in a hotel, I try to get a nice room. Give myself
a break from the cramped space living with three other men.”

Mal
went to the window and looked out at the Nashville nightlife. “What’s it like?”

“What’s
what like?” Cade asked.

“Travelin’
around from one place to another. Is it as excitin’ as it seems like it’d be?”

“In
the beginning it was.” Cade crossed the room to stand by Mal. “When we first
started out, we did good to travel across town, but eventually we were signed
to a record label and got to see the States. Finally, we were the headliners instead
of the opening act, and we got to see the world.”

Mal
looked over at Cade and frowned. “What band were you in?”

“7’s
Mistress.”

“Holy
shit. The rock band? Fuck! Even I’ve heard of them. Of you.” Mal’s eyes were
wide, and his mouth open.

Cade
looked away and stared out the window. “When we started traveling all over, it
was exciting visiting cities I’d never seen. Eventually, we got so big that we
never saw the places we went. We’d get off the jet, go to the arena, and
practice. We’d go to the hotel for the night and back to the arena for the
show. Then we were off to the next city. After a while, it was nothing more
than a blur.”

“And
you’re ready for the blur again.” It wasn’t a question, but Cade felt the need
to respond.

“Music’s
in my blood. I’ve been playing one instrument or another ever since I can
remember. But drumming is my life. It’s not the crowds or the traveling. It’s
sitting behind the kit and letting the music flow through me. I get lost for a
couple hours a night, and it’s the best high in the world.”

Mal’s
reflection in the window showed he was still staring at Cade, so he decided to
deflect the conversation. “What about you? Anything in your life you feel that
passionate about?”

Mal
winced.
Fuck.
Cade should have known better than to ask. “Sorry. None of
my business.”