Page 134 of Fool Me Twice

“I’m a simple man.”

He took a step forward, pushing Hart back. Little by little, step by step, until Cane felt the cool metal of the cage on the backs of his hands. He pushed Hart harder against it, crowding him in, gluing himself to his body, lowering his head to nose at Hart’s throat.

He kissed Hart’s Adam’s apple, feeling it bob under his lips when he swallowed harshly. His breath was almost deafening in the echoing, empty space around them.

“Cane,” he moaned when Cane’s lips found the soft space behind his ear and he sucked on the skin.

He hummed, his lips stretching into a smile at the breathy sound of Hart’s voice. Cane could always tell the moment Hart released his inhibitions and let himself be guided by Cane. He could detect that small shift in his posture, the tiny crack in the shield that allowed Cane to burrow inside and push his boundaries little by little.

Never enough to make him uncomfortable. No. He wanted Hart to feel safe with him, but he also wanted him wild. Wanted him experiencing new things. Wanted him to let go. So he pushed and prodded until he found something Hart responded well to.

Like now.

Hart had never been into public sex. Never wanted to be seen by others when Cane had him in hand. Never felt the need to share their trysts with others. But there was nobody around, and they were at the core of Cane’s empire.

It felt poetic.

The warehouse had brought them back together, and Cane had fantasized about taking Hart right here so many times he’d lost fucking count.

“Please,” Hart whispered when Cane bit down on his neck, his hands straying until his fingers were running along the seam of his trousers, just where his crack was.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Cane asked, pausing the assault on Hart’s neck to lift his head and look at him.

“Need you,” Hart said.

Cane brushed their lips together again.

“You see where we are?” he asked, and waited for Hart to look around them. He bit his lip for a moment before nodding. “Anyone could walk in on us. Anyone could see.”

Hart blushed deep, his chest rising and falling faster. Cane could almost feel his heart thundering against his ribs.

“You won’t let them,” Hart said finally, his eyes finding Cane’s and holding them firmly, even as his entire body shook in his arms.

“No?”

Hart shook his head slowly. “You wouldn’t share me.”

“And why not? You look like fucking sin. Why wouldn’t I want to show it to everyone else? Brag about it. Be a smug dick about it even more.”

“Because I don’t need you to,” Hart said, pushing his hips forward and brushing them against Cane’s. “I don’t need anyone to see me but you.”

The animal inside Cane roared at the words, possessive and fucking feral with need. No, Hart didn’t need anyone else. Because Cane could give him everything. Would keep giving him everything for as long as he could. Forever, if he had any fucking say in it.

“Good answer, sweetheart,” Cane said, reaching forward to unbuckle Hart’s belt and unzip his trousers. “You get a reward for that.”

He spun him around, pushing him against the cage bars, chest flush against his back. He let go of his hips and ass to guide Hart’s hands up and wrap his fingers around the bars.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” he whispered into his ear. “You’ll hold on to these for me.”

Hart nodded, and Cane released his hands, trailing his fingers down his arms, chest, and stomach until he reached the waistband of his trousers. He reached through the bars so he could have Hart completely glued to them. Trapped between them.

He slipped his fingers inside his trousers, wrapping them around Hart’s cock, pulling it out through the bars and giving it a long, slow stroke.

“And I’m gonna make you come,” Cane said, thumbing at the hot head of his cock. Spreading the precum to make the slide of his hand smoother. “Right here. In the middle of the ring. In the middle of my world, sweetheart. Right where you belong.”

Hart gasped, throwing his head back to land on Cane’s shoulder. His grip on the metal bars tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Cane stroked him slowly, leisurely. Like they had all day. All the time in the world to come. His other hand joined the first inside Hart’s pants. He found Hart’s balls, heavy and warm, and cupped them in his palm. Rolled them gently.

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