by Lane Hart
And all I could think about was what Cain said, that the reason I’ve always been expected to work at Escapades is because of Robbie. Knowing how Cain feels about me even waitressing there, I can believe that he would give up his dream of designing and inking tattoos for me to keep my clothes on. I’m pretty sure that he would do anything for me.
Can I actually say the same thing about my brother?
Back at the apartment, Knox and I head inside. Then I tiptoe into the bedroom, expecting to find Cain home from his fight and asleep, but our bed is empty.
Walking back out to the living room, I find Ivan watching television alone.
“Ivan, have you seen Cain?” I ask as the knot of worry in my stomach begins to grow. “Did he come home from his fight yet?”
“Yeah, he’s been home for a few hours and is sacked out in his bed,” he answers with a cringe, knowing that last bit won’t make me happy.
“What the hell…” I mutter to myself before I go down the hall and open the door. Flipping on the light, I find Knox’s usual bed empty since he’s fixing something to eat in the kitchen and Cain sprawled out on his back in the other, shirtless in just his shorts. His wrapped hands are covering his face and bruises are already forming on his stomach and ribs.
“Cain? Are you awake?” I ask as I move closer.
He only grunts in response.
I move closer to him to see how hurt he is.
“Are you in pain?” I ask, unsure if I should touch him or not.
“No,” he mutters.
“Then what’s wrong? Why are you in here instead of our bed?” I ask, reaching for his forearm to remove it from his face.
“You need to stay the fuck away from me tonight, Gabby,” he snaps.
“No,” I instantly fire back before I climb on top of him and straddle his hips. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t do this to me,” he begs, pain filling his dark eyes as he reaches up with both hands to pull his hair. “My self-control is long gone; and if I touch you tonight, I won’t stop until I’m inside of you.”
My breath catches in understanding, but I don’t see any downsides to his threat. It’s what I wanted, what I’ve been hoping would happen for so long.
“Then touch me,” I say when I reach for one of his hands. I try to pull it from the top of his head and put it on me, but he doesn’t budge. At all. I knew he was strong, but he’s never used his size or strength with me before.
“Please just go,” he whispers. “You don’t want this.”
“I do want this,” I argue. “Your hand in my panties is great and all, but I want you, Cain. All of you. How many times do I have to tell you that before you believe me?”
“I’m not good for you. No one in this fucked up town is good enough for you. I wish you could get out, go to college or some shit before it’s too late…”
“I don’t want to leave or go to college, and I don’t need you to tell me who’s good for me or not. Stop treating me like a child!”
“You are a child!” he exclaims. “I’m supposed to take care of you.”
Pulling my black dress up my body and over my head, I tell him, “Then take care of me! I ache for you to touch me like a lover, not my brother or a friend. For so long, that’s all I’ve wanted from you, and it’s the only thing you always refuse.”
When Cain doesn’t respond, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra to let the straps fall down my arms, making him finally look at my body.
He doesn’t.
His dark, solemn eyes stay locked on my face and never stray an inch lower.
“Look at me!” I yell at him as I lean over him, bracing my hands on his arms above his head as tears well up in my eyes. When my words don’t work, my palm slaps his bruised and bloody face to the side. But that only makes me feel worse, especially when he continues to stare off to the side at the wall.
The first sob escapes as the tears fall down my cheeks and land on his bare chest. “I’m not a little girl anymore!” I tell him. “So you need to either stop treating me like one or just tell me the truth…that you don’t want me or love me the way that I’ve always loved you.”
Just as I expected, he doesn’t move or say a word, because he’s too chicken shit to just come out and tell me he doesn’t want to be with me.
“Everyone is so scared of you and they think you’re some bad ass fighter, but I know the truth,” I tell him as I push off of his arms and start to climb off him. “You’re nothing but a pussy!”
The motionless statue underneath me suddenly moves so fast that I never saw it coming. One second I’m on top of Cain, and the next I’m flat on my back and he’s above me, his strong, taped up hands still holding my waist on either side to a harsh grip.
Eyes on mine, he says, “Admitting that I love you is the easy part, angel.” His hands release my sides to smooth their way up until they’re cupping both of my breasts harshly, making me gasp. “I’m just trying to figure out how to fuck you the way I want without you thinking I hate you. I’ve waited so long that it won’t be an easy or gentle fuck like you deserve for your first time.”
“I just want you,” I tell him, reaching up to grasp his face between my palms. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me…fuck me like all the other girls you’ve been with.” God, I hate thinking about my Cain with anyone else, but that’s in the past and I can’t let myself keep dwelling on it.
“That’s the problem,” he says, sliding his hands lower to grip the sides of my panties and jerking them down my thighs. “I’ve never been with anyone else, because I was waiting for you. Now I need you so bad it feels like I might die before I get inside you.”
Wait.
Cain’s still a virgin? How is that possible?
“But I thought…” I start before Cain’s mouth lowers and tongue kisses me between my legs, making me writhe and moan.
Lifting his head, he says, “I know what you thought, but you’re wrong. Now, do you want to keep talking, or can I lick my way up your body, starting here?” He sticks out his tongue, watching me as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my sensitive flesh again, causing my hips to bounce off the mattress.
“Don’t stop!” I shout, yanking on a handful of his hair to make sure he keeps doing whatever it is he’s doing down there.
“I’ve never done this before, so tell me how it feels, angel,” Cain says, speaking each word against my pussy.
“Good,” I moan, my back arching off the bed when his tongue sweeps up and down then side to side, making me feel pleasure I never knew existed. “So good!”
“How about this?” he asks before he clamps down and sucks on my clit, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
“Yes!” I gasp, clutching Cain’s hair in both fists when my body starts tingling from the waist down.
When I’m able to blink my eyes open again, I look down at the same time Cain raises his dark eyes to mine. While holding my gaze, his tongue keeps lapping at my most secretive place between my thighs.
“Come for me, angel,” he orders. I feel his finger penetrate me without his mouth pausing.
And having him watch me while tasting me for the first time is so hot and intimate that I shatter apart into a million pieces.
“Oh, God!” I cry out when my legs shake and the rest of my body trembles from the waves of ecstasy pulsing through it.
Before the world stops spinning around me, I’m tugging on Cain’s hair to pull him up. The next second, his mouth crashes down on mine, urgent and hot, with the flavor of my arousal.
While we kiss, I push Cain’s shorts down his ass and moan when I feel his thick, hard, length pressing into my stomach.
“Please, Cain,” I beg him, wrapping my legs around his back to pull him closer.
“Are you sure about this, Gabby?” he looks down and asks. “Tell me now.”
“Only if this means that we’re together. No more mixed signals,” I tell him. “Either you’re in or out, no halfway.”
“I’m so fucking in you’ll never get me out,” he agrees, shifting his hips until the head of his cock is pushing into my entrance, stretching me. “Fuuckk,” Cain groans. Hovering above me, his biceps tremble and his head hangs. “You feel…so fucking wet and tight. Perfect.” Raising his eyes, he tells me, “I’m so sorry, angel.”
Then he thrusts forward, making me scream so loud he has to slap his palm over my mouth.
…
Cain
I’m such a fucking evil asshole because hearing Gabby scream makes my dick harder. It was no secret that, since I’m well hung, taking me for the first time would be uncomfortable for her.
I tell myself I should stop, but my hips refuse to listen. They follow orders from my dick now, and the rest of my body is just going along for the ride. And what a ride it is. God, I knew it would be good, but I had no idea that being inside Gabby would be this fucking amazing. I just wish it was the same for her.
When she pulls my palm away from her mouth, I expect to hear her beg me to stop, not moan my name in this super sexy way, pleading for more.
“You like that, angel?” I ask as I pound inside her.
“Yes,” she answers with a nod. Gabby drapes her arms over my back and digs her fingernails in, urging me on.
When her pussy tightens even more around my shaft, I don’t need her words to tell me she’s enjoying herself. There’s likely pain mixed with the pleasure, so I just have to ensure that the pleasure wins out.
Reaching down, I lift her ass to elevate her pelvis, changing the angle to hit her clit on each thrust.
“Oh!” Gabby cries out, arching her back as she comes for me again, this time on my cock.
It’s probably the shortest, fastest fuck of all time, but I’ll use the excuse that I’ve never done this before. When I slam into Gabby one last time, unable to get deep enough, her pussy milks every last drop from my pulsing shaft.
Once my body stops trembling, I realize that this, being with Gabby, is heaven on Earth. While I hate that we waited for so long, I know it was best, to make sure she was ready and wouldn’t regret slumming it and losing her virginity to an asshole like me. Hell, she may still regret it; if not today, then in a few weeks or years…
“How do you feel?” I ask as I kiss her neck on the way up to her ear, still buried inside of her to keep feeling her aftershocks. “You okay, angel?”
A heavy, satisfied sigh is her only response.
“Talk to me, Gabby,” I tell her, lifting my head to see her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted in a smile.
“It hurt, but in a good way after I relaxed and just let it happen,” she finally replies.
“Thank God,” I exhale in relief.
Finally pulling my cock out, I move down to take her right tit into my mouth since I missed out on tasting it before the sex.
“That feels good,” Gabby moans. “Sort of tickles,” she says as she squirms underneath me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I tell her.
“Why did you wait?” she asks, her blue eyes soft when they open to look at me.
“Plenty of reasons, none we have to talk about tonight except for one,” I reply. “You can’t tell your brother about us.”
“Why not?” she asks, her entire body going still underneath mine.
“Because he hates me and warned me to keep my hands off of you,” I tell the partial truth rather than admit that Robbie is the one who turned me into the police. If he did that, then there’s no telling what else he’s capable of. He tries to pretend he’s protecting Gabby, but really, he just enjoys being a giant asshole. And tonight, I enjoyed beating the fuck out of him.
“Okay, fine,” she agrees. “He doesn’t need to know. But I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything,” I promise.
“I know you and Robbie have never gotten along, so will you try and smooth things over with him? For me?”
“Yeah, baby, I can do that for you,” I agree, even if I know it’s a lost cause. “Now get some sleep,” I tell her with a swift kiss to her lips.
And like usual, it doesn’t take long after Gabby curls up to my chest before she falls fast asleep with me right behind her.
…
Gabby
“Good morning, baby,” Cain whispers just as I feel his soft, wet lips trailing kisses down my neck.
“Morning,” I say with a smile he can’t see from behind me. I’ve been awake for a while and already had a shower this morning. How could I sleep when every time I closed my eyes I remember our first time last night?
Things have definitely changed between Cain and me, and I know it’s for the better. Even just lying here in his arms, with his body pressed against my back, I feel closer to him than any other morning when I’ve awakened in the same exact position. And it’s not just because we’re both still naked and his dick is nestled in my ass.
The love I feel in his kisses is new too, and so is the way his hand is slipping over my hip and moving up to cup my breasts.
“Are you sore?” he asks.
“A little,” I tell him honestly.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I already need you again. So bad,” he groans as his cock presses even harder against my ass. “Can I have you just one more time before I have to give up sex for weeks during training?”
“Yes,” I agree, hating the reminder that we’ll have to wait weeks to be joined together again. “But I bet it would hurt me less if you kissed me,” I tell him. Grabbing his hand from my breasts, I slide it down between my legs. “Kiss me here?”
“God, yes,” Cain moans before he pushes me to my back and his mouth crashes down on mine.
After a few moments of teasing me, reminding me how talented his tongue is, he moves down my body and settles in between my legs with my thighs propped up on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Gabby’s pussy,” Cain says between kisses to my lower lips. “My big cock…that hurt you last night…is gonna be inside you again soon. I promise…I’ll make it up to you.”
His tongue darts out with his last word, sweeping over my sensitive flesh and making my bones liquify. I melt into the mattress as he licks and sucks on me until I come with a flood of desire all over Cain’s mouth. That only makes his tongue move faster and sends me into another mind-blowing orgasm.
I’m still floating through the clouds when I feel the intrusion of the blunt head of his cock followed by every inch of his length that I can possibly take. A scream rips from my throat, not in pain but in pleasure. Cain’s cock hits the deepest part of me, and I need more.
When I realize that he stopped moving above me, I blink my eyes open to find him frowning down at me.
“Don’t stop!” I tell him, clutching his biceps and rolling my hips to grind myself on his shaft.
If nothing else, that convinces him that I’m enjoying myself.
Cain finally starts to move again, but gently, still afraid of hurting me. There’s a slight stab of pain, but the pleasure makes it worth it.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” I tell him, and then he hits that deep spot again, making me moan. Cain’s mouth slams down on mine, swallowing my cries and kissing me so hard I can barely breathe. I’d gladly give up oxygen for him, though.
When he pulls back, he gently brushes his lips over mine and says, “I love you so much. Always have.”
“I love you, too,” I tell him. Reaching for the sides of his face, I kiss him hard as our bodies move together.
Nothing has ever been so amazing, but I can’t help regret knowing that it may be the last time we can be this close for a while.
Chapter Thirty
Cain
“Dude, were you skinning cats alive last night, or did you finally get your dick inside Gabby?” Knox asks when he comes up to where I’m hammering my fists on the punching bag.
And fuck, coach was right. The punches I’m throwing are weak after getting off once last night and aga
in this morning. Not only that, I barely have any inclination to sock Knox in the jaw for his rude comment about my girl, so my aggression is also shot to shit even worse than after the blowjob a few weeks ago.
“I’ll go with cats,” I tell him, trying to hide my grin.
“Oh, I know there was pussy involved all right,” he replies with a smirk. Slapping a hand to my shoulder to stop my punching, he questions, “So how was it? All you hoped and dreamed of after all these long years?”
“Even better,” I reply honestly. “Now I can’t hit worth a shit, though.”
“Yeah, you’ll need a day or two to recover between the fighting and a night of fucking.”
“I need to recover fast and start training for my next win,” I tell him.
“So is it true?” he asks. “Ivan said you knocked Robbie out last night.”
“Fuck yes, I did. The asshole had it coming too,” I reply. “Wish I could’ve knocked his ass out years ago. Just don’t say any shit to Gabby about it.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep my mouth shut,” he says. “But she might hear it from someone else. I also heard they had to carry him out of the warehouse unconscious when he wouldn’t wake up.”
“No shit?” I ask, bracing my gloved hands on my hips in surprise.
“No fucking shit. He was out cold! No one knows if they had to call in the doc or take him to the ER. So just a heads-up that Gabby is gonna find out who put him down when she finds out Robbie was hurt and talks to him.”
“Dammit,” I grumble. “Just when everything is starting to look up. I haven’t heard shit from the cops, and then that asshole is gonna screw me over again.”
“Gotta love big brothers,” Knox says with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, though. Gabby knows how fights work. It’s not like you wanted to go against that asshole. And everyone is damn surprised that you actually beat him.”