by Joanna Blake
Then he began again.
Still, Cain did not try to take my clothes off.
He ground into me slowly, his eyes on mine. Then he looked down between us, focusing utterly as his fingertips found my nipples. I gasped as he toyed with them, barely touching me at first. He just grazed them until they were hard points. Then he circled them and tugged.
“Ohh . . .”
He watched me carefully, then lowered his head to my chest. I could feel the hot, wet heat of his mouth as he pulled one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. Through my dress.
“Ahh!”
I nearly jumped off the bed at the pleasure of it. He fingered one nipple and rapped his tongue against the other. I realized I was close to orgasming, just from the way he was touching me. Plus, the slow, steady pressure of his cock against my pussy.
I whimpered, the sound full of need. I sounded like a cat in heat but I didn’t care. Cain switched nipples, working me over on the other side. My hands gripped his hips, pulling him harder against me. All of my earlier shyness was gone. I was practically begging him to pick up the pace, do something, anything, to ease the ache inside me.
“Cain . . . I want to . . . maybe these rules were a little too hasty.”
He lifted his head and looked at me.
“You want to what?”
“We could take just a few things off . . .”
“You said you wanted to wait.”
“I changed my mind. We should have sex. Right now.”
I couldn’t have made it any plainer. I waited, expecting him to rip my clothes off. Instead, he just stared at me, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
“No.”
Then he pulled my nipple into his mouth again like I’d never said anything. I stared at the ceiling in shock. He was turning down sex with me. I could have cried.
I don’t know how much time had passed before he started kissing his way down my body, staring up at me as he went. I was pretty sure I was delirious by then anyway. I was making little circles with my hips. My whole body felt restless. I needed something, I just wasn’t sure what.
I was pretty sure it included his cock, though.
Cain wedged his wide shoulders beneath my legs, lifting my thighs and settling them on his shoulders. His breath fanned the silk of my dress as I stared at him in fascination, wondering what he was going to do next. He dragged a finger over my pussy and I nearly wept with the pleasure of it. Then he stuck out his tongue and started licking me. It felt sinful, even through two layers of fabric. I moaned, close to blubbering as he dragged his tongue up my pussy to my clit and sucked on it.
I felt so empty, so achy and needy. I cursed myself for my stupid ‘no sex’ rule. Oh, and the whole clothes staying on thing was equally stupid.
“Please . . . just . . . can we take our clothes off now?”
“No.”
I would have paid him a thousand dollars to take my dress and panties off in that moment. Cain must be as turned on as I was if the way he was devouring me was any indication. But apparently, Cain was made of sterner stuff than I was.
“Cain!”
He rubbed his face on my pussy through the silk of my dress and the lace of my panties. I could feel everything. I almost jumped as the silk slid out of the way and his tongue pressed against my panties. He stared at me as he slowly pulled my dress down. I watched in despair as he held it there with his other hand.
The silk was pulled tightly over my aching mound as he started again, licking and sucking and tapping his tongue over my clit. That finally did it.
“I’m going to—”
He paused, staring at me. Then he pushed his tongue inside my swollen pussy lips, pressing through the fabric, and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
I screamed as the orgasm hit me, my body arching completely off the bed. Cain did not let up for a second. He was doing something with his tongue inside me. Flexing it or something. It would have been hard to describe, even if I had been able to talk instead of just blubbering.
His thumb slowed slightly as I eased back onto the bed. I felt as light as a feather, but heavy and relaxed at the same time. I’d never experienced anything like it. I’d touched myself, of course, but I’d never come this hard or close to it.
Cain was much, much better at getting me off than I was.
I blinked sleepily at him, his handsome face framed by my trembling thighs. His hand stroked the bare skin of my lower leg. His chin rested on my pubic bone. I shuddered, not quite finished coming yet, apparently.
I didn’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’ seemed woefully inadequate. But Cain didn’t have the same issue.
He knew exactly what to say.
“Again.”
Chapter Seven
Cain
“Eeeee!”
Kelly was squealing like a banshee as I ground her from behind. I held her juicy hips steady as I pushed myself against her. I was close to fucking popping, and we both still had our clothes on.
Kelly had begged me now at least a dozen times to take her clothes off, to take off mine, to fuck her, to end this torment. I smiled grimly and dipped down, bringing my raging hard-on up and into her.
Well, almost into her.
I hoped Kelly had learned a valuable lesson tonight. I was a stickler for the rules. She wasn’t ready to get naked and fuck. But I was going to continue making her come until it was time to leave the hotel suite.
I never did things halfway. Just like I never left a man behind. I wasn’t leaving any orgasms behind either.
Once a Marine, always a Marine.
I paused and flipped her over again. I stared down at the gorgeous, entirely-clothed woman I was lucky enough to be in bed with. All her shields were down, other than the obvious, material ones.
Next time, I’ll tear those panties off with my teeth.
“I should drive you home.”
She moaned and reached for me.
“Don’t stop, Cain.”
“If I don’t stop, I’ll—”
I cut myself off. I wasn’t going to say it aloud. And I sure as fuck wasn’t coming in my pants like some frat boy at a strip club.
“Please . . .”
“Your mama will be worried.” I gritted my teeth, tempted beyond words to do what she was asking. “That’s not a good way to start this.”
“This?”
Her sexy voice was breathless. It sent a jolt straight to my gut. I kissed her hard and ran my hand over her side.
Then I did the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I rolled away and got out of the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you home.”
My voice sounded raw. Unrestrained. Emotional.
I hauled back and slapped myself. Mentally, of course.
Cut that shit right now, Marine. You have a woman now but that is no reason to turn into a puddle of goo.
“Cain . . .”
I swallowed and pulled my shirt on. My cock was fucking aching but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from doing what was right. I’d made a promise and I would keep it.
“It’s almost midnight. It’s time to get you home.”
“But—”
“You said ‘late,’ not overnight.”
I splashed cold water on my face and looked back toward the bed. Kelly was up. She wouldn’t look at me as she scurried past me to the bathroom. I had to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing her. I wanted to push her up against the wall and lose myself in her. I wanted to break all my promises, yank her panties down, and fuck her straight into next week.
But I didn’t.
I heard water running and knew she was doing what I just had. Icy cold water to snap me out of the sex haze. When I got home, I planned on doing the full-body version.
I highly doubted a cold shower would stop my balls from turning blue, but it might take the edge off.
Or not.
She came out looking contrite and mulish. Didn’
t matter. I wanted her thinking about me until our next date. Wanting me. That way, next time, the only rules would be mine.
“Ready?”
She nodded and I held up a finger. I checked the hallway and the staircase before bringing her outside. I decided to take the main elevator. We rode in silence. It was a heavy silence, thick with sexual tension. Kelly was mad at me, I could tell.
Or maybe she was mad at herself. We’d both come close to losing control. She’d done a fair bit of begging as the night wore on. It had come very close to snapping my control, but I’d held out. I wanted to tell her that only my years of brutal training had made me able to do what I had done. I wanted to tell her that it was tearing me apart to say no to her.
But I didn’t.
I handed our key cards in and signed the bill. It was a lot for a few hours. But it was a hundred percent worth it. A thousand percent.
She’s worth it.
I texted the guys and did a quick visual sweep of the parking lot. It was clear. Two bikes pulled up on either side of Kelly’s car. Hunter was riding my bike. He’d come back for his later.
He was one of the few people I would ever trust to look after my wheels.
“Keys.”
She fished around in her purse, looking defeated. I took one look at her and knew she was taking this the wrong way. I decided to wait until we were in her car to show her just how wrong.
“I need a minute.”
Hunter and Vice pulled ahead, waiting for us at the parking lot exit. I held the passenger door open for Kelly and waited for her to get in. Then I climbed in the driver’s side and locked the door behind me.
The car was tiny, just as I’d expected. It was cramped for a guy my size. Didn’t matter. If she hadn’t imposed her rules on me, I would be trying to get her wrapped around my bare cock at that very moment, no matter where we were.
I exhaled and pulled her against me.
“What . . .?”
I took her surprised mouth in a long, extremely passionate kiss.
“I’m going to be hurting tonight. I just thought you should know.”
“You are?”
I nodded, still holding her against me. She looked relieved that I was in pain, which made me want to laugh even with my cock aching for relief. I didn’t mind though. She was a bloodthirsty girl, which I found adorable.
“This was the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
“Really?”
Now she looked even happier.
“Yes. Really.”
I pressed a quick kiss on her lips and turned on the car.
“Put your seatbelt on.”
This time, for once, she actually listened to me. She started chatting as I drove her home. I usually hated listening to people yammer away about nothing, another reason I avoided social situations whenever possible. But her voice was special. Sweet and sexy and melodious. I wanted to hear what she thought about all the little things in her life, casual observations, everything and anything.
Kelly, bless her heart, was more than happy to tell me.
We were both relaxed and smiling by the time I pulled into her driveway. The guys were parked out of sight a few blocks away. Someone was meeting us there to take Hunter back to his bike. I kissed Kelly softly and said goodnight. I couldn’t resist squeezing her gently before I let her get out of the car.
I waited until she was inside and then a little while longer to make sure no one was creeping around. It was dark so I doubted anyone would see me there, though anyone watching closely enough would have noticed her getting out of the passenger seat of her own car.
Sticking to the shadows, I made my way to Vice, who was still waiting with my ride. Tonight was a success. Kelly was falling for me, whether she knew it or not. And our next date would be a lot more satisfying.
My dick hurt, but it was well worth it. I was going to see Kelly again soon. And next time, I was going to be the one making the rules.
1. Rule number one: panties off.
2. Rule number two: that sweet pussy belongs to me.
Chapter Eight
Cassandra
“Don’t forget the salsa!” I called out as I used my butt to open the screen door.
Mason laughed and shook his head where he was chopping something on the kitchen island. He was the master chef around here. I missed his cooking when I moved out and tried to get him to bring me food whenever possible.
“Your wife is always hungry for my cooking, Connor. Don’t you feed her?”
“You spoiled her with all that chili! I swear the woman can’t taste anything that doesn’t have jalapeño in it. Then she kisses me and it burns my damn lips off!”
Mason nodded and winked at me.
“Good girl.”
I laughed. Mason and Con got along, but they liked to give each other a hard time as much as possible. Mason still saw Connor as the cretin who had more or less abducted his innocent girl, never mind what he did after. Mason definitely did not need to know that Connor had tied me up. Or about the strip poker and sex games.
I hoisted a babe on each hip.
“Come on, let’s go pester your Aunt Kelly.”
Kelly was out back on the deck, staring wistfully at the trees. She was quiet today. I wasn’t sure if Con had told her about the latest killing or if it was something else that had her so thoughtful. The girl was usually a bubbly energy ball. I’d called her ‘motorboat’ because she talked so fast when she was excited . . . until Connor told me what motorboat meant.
“You okay, hon?”
She turned and smiled at me, holding out her arms for the baby. I handed him over and settled our toddler into the playpen Connor had carried out to the deck earlier. Kelly was staring at her nephew, bouncing him on her lap. I took the baby back after a few minutes and she sighed.
“You catching baby fever, Kelly? Because I am more than happy to loan out your niece and nephew.”
She shook her head swiftly with a soft laugh. So it wasn’t that.
“Okay. So spill it.”
She closed her eyes and then gave me a look full of hope and confusion.
“It’s Cain. I saw him.”
“Saw?”
“We . . . had a date.”
My eyes widened. The head of the Untouchables MC was a notoriously hard but fair man. He hardly ever spoke and he never showed interest in women. Until our wedding two years ago.
That night, we had all watched in amusement as he tailed Kelly around the restaurant before disappearing to suck face with her on the patio for hours. Connor had not been amused. Mason had.
It was clear as day that there was a potent attraction between the giant taciturn biker and my bubbly little sister-in-law. It was kind of perfect. He was stoic. She was flighty and gregarious. He was serious. She never stopped making jokes. But for all their differences, they had one thing in common. They were two of the most loyal people to ever walk the face of the earth.
We’d all waited with bated breath to see what would happen. But nothing did. After a false start, things had ended abruptly. They never really got together.
Cain had gone back to his spartan life and Kelly had tried to move on. There was more to the story than that, though. He’d continued to ignore all females and Kelly had told me he followed her around.
None of it had made sense to me until Mason explained. It had to do with the killings. The guys were all trying to keep their women safe. Even Cain was trying to protect a woman he’d never actually been with.
My heart had broken a little bit for Cain and Kelly. I’d had Mason keep his ear to the ground to see if Cain moved on, but he never did. I had been secretly hoping that things would move in the right direction again.
It was all very romantic and tragic, like a TV show or movie. It was way better than the reality shows I loved to watch, although I felt terrible for everyone involved. I’d been waiting impatiently for this day for a long time.
“And? How was it??”
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br /> “Good. Weird. But good.” She sighed. “It’s just . . .”
“What?”
“Cover the baby’s ears.”
I dutifully placed my palms over the soft shells of Nathaniel’s ears. Kelly bit her lip and shook her head. I gave her a look.
“Well? Now you have to tell me!”
“It’s so embarrassing.”
“Give me a break, girl. I’m your sister! You can tell me anything!”
She smiled at me and nodded.
“Okay. I love you, Cass.”
“I love you too, Kellbelle. Now spill!”
“Well, it was going okay. I mean, I was mad at the beginning. He took me to a hotel! A nice one, but still. I told him we had to take it slow.”
I nodded. I could respect that, though I had a hard time believing Cain wouldn’t get exactly what he wanted. He was a huge, powerful man, not to mention he looked like a marble statue. People actually called him Granite, he was so tough. He was very easy on the eyes, if you could get past that whole ‘man of steel who never talked’ thing he had going on.
“Things were getting hot and heavy.”
“Did he pressure you? Push you to go farther than you wanted? I’ll kick his ass if he did!”
“No! That’s just it! He wouldn’t . . .”
“He wouldn’t what?”
“He wouldn’t sleep with me!”
I started to laugh, but Kelly looked miserable, so I pressed my lips together.
“I begged him, Cass. Begged. And not just once, either.” She put her head in her hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“What did he say?” I asked, hanging on every word. This was juicer than I expected. I was riveted.
“He said it was as hard for him as it was for me, but he respected my wishes. And that he wanted to start this out right.”
“Start what?”
“Us.” She looked at me, her eyes shining. Uh-oh, she was already in deep. “He said ‘us’.”
Michelle breezed out to the deck with a glass of wine.