Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC Book 3)

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by Joanna Blake


  “I noticed!” I whispered back.

  Then she was in the limo. Cain and I watched as two guys took off behind it, escorting my mother home. I looked at the other two bikers, leaning against their bikes. Cain nodded to them and took my arm, leading me inside.

  “They are just going to sit out here?”

  “Yes.”

  “For how long?”

  “Until their replacements show up.”

  “Why?”

  He ushered me to the elevator bay and pressed a button.

  “To keep you safe.”

  “Isn’t it drawing attention to the fact that we are here?”

  He looked at me, thinking. Then he pulled out his phone and tapped out instructions. He put his phone away and watched the numbers light up.

  “What did you do?”

  “I’ll tell you inside.”

  “Cain . . . I can’t stay here for three days.”

  “You can.”

  The elevator stopped and we got out. I was practically jogging to keep up with him.

  “I have psych class on Thursday.”

  “I have someone getting notes for you.” He cast me a stern glance. “You aren’t going back there until the TA is gone. Your professor has been notified.”

  “My . . . what are you talking about?”

  “We will discus this later.”

  He opened the door to our room, and I followed him in, still arguing.

  “I have work.”

  “Taken care of.”

  “I can’t just ditch!”

  “You can, and you will.”

  He shut the door and dragged me down a short hallway to the room. He pressed me against the nearest wall. I stared at him. He stared at me.

  And then he pounced. His lips caught mine in a fiercely possessive kiss. The way his hands touched and held tight to me, everything about the way he moved screamed ownership. He was showing me that I belonged to him, and God help me, I loved it.

  I felt the heat of his body penetrate me through my dress. I gasped as he lifted one thigh, pressing his hips flush against my center. He lifted his head to stare down at me. I moaned in helpless arousal as his fingertips grazed the front of my panties.

  “Bed.”

  I nodded breathlessly and was hoisted into the air. I barely got a look at the suite as I was carried through it, clinging helplessly to his massive shoulders. He looked down at me and grunted once we reached the bedroom. The next thing I knew, I was on my back. Cain stood above me, pulling off his suit jacket and tossing it on a chair. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Then he was there, right above me, holding his body up with the brute strength of his massive arms.

  He ran one hand down my body, over my chest to my thigh and back again. I whimpered at the heat coming off him, at the way his huge, rough palm covered my breast.

  He toyed with the strap of my dress and paused.

  “Any rules I should know about tonight, Princess?”

  I shook my head frantically. I couldn’t bear a repeat of the last date we’d had where he’d teased me mercilessly, refusing to take my clothes off. I was ready to beg him for mercy and we’d barely begun.

  “No. No rules.”

  He smiled smugly.

  “I didn’t think so.”

  My dress came off so fast I felt like Wonder Woman. I lay there in my bra and panties and watched Cain remove his clothing. He was methodical, almost military in his precision, doing his best not to look at me. He reached for his pants and I saw his hand shake.

  Now it was my turn to be smug.

  He wasn’t nearly as calm as he let on.

  His pants came off and he set them aside. He pulled his socks off and left. I heard him washing his hands and blushed. I knew from last time that he wanted his fingers to be clean when he touched my pussy. He was back quickly, standing the bed, his eyes glued to me.

  Once he finally looked at me, it was as if he could not get enough. He drank me in, his eyes roaming over my body. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze on my sensitive skin. His breath was raspy as he groaned, reaching out to trace a fingertip over my skin.

  “Jesus, Kelly.”

  He climbed on to the bed and the whole thing tilted, he was so big. I had a moment of fear as he braced himself above me. He was so much larger than me, so huge. I knew his cock was monstrous, just from feeling it through his clothes on different occasions. I wanted him to take his shorts off so I could see it but I was afraid to ask.

  I closed my eyes and waited for him to start. I felt his hand gently cup my cheek.

  “Look at me.”

  I opened my eyes, staring up at the big, beautiful man who was about to literally tear me apart. I wanted it badly, but I was nervous as hell. His blue eyes were grave, even while they smoldered.

  “I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was husky and raw. “I will never hurt you.”

  And just like that, all of my fears disappeared.

  Chapter Ten

  Cain

  She’s too beautiful.

  I couldn’t stop staring at Kelly. I felt like a wild animal, staring at something it didn’t understand, like a cathedral or a piece of art. I wanted to tear into her and eat her up. Ravage her. At the same time, I felt like a caveman with a club, ready to destroy the animal inside me and keep her safe.

  I’d seen violence, hatred, bloodshed. A lot of it didn’t make sense to me. Hurting someone because they didn’t believe in the same God? That was crazy to me. But this . . . this was a battle that made perfect sense.

  Go easy, Cain. She’s never done this before. And she’s so . . . tiny. Perfect. Pure.

  Lust was exploding in my veins. Every cell of my being hungered for her. I was almost afraid to touch her. But I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands over her, tugging the cups of her pretty lace bra down and pulling her nipple into my mouth.

  Fucking A.

  Kelly’s tits were perfect. Fucking flawless. Soft and round and buoyant. I couldn’t stop sucking on them, touching them, looking at them. But I wanted more. Needed more. I growled and reached for her panties, tugging them down her long, silky legs. Her pussy was pink and juicy, glistening with her excitement as I stared at it. Her fingers were in my hair as I slid one finger along her bare pussy lips. I moaned and leaned up to kiss her sweet mouth before I got down to business.

  I’d never seen such a pretty pussy in my life. Not even airbrushed in a nudie mag when teenagers actually looked at them. Not even in the porn that always seemed to be playing in the barracks.

  Two smooth and pouty pink lips, a small thatch of neatly trimmed hair, and a little hood that hid a treasure from me. Her clit was begging me to play with it. I moaned when I realized she was already soaking wet. Already ready for me.

  I knew getting my cock inside her dainty little pussy would be a tight squeeze. This was no time to rush. I had to prepare her. I couldn’t bear the thought of causing her pain. I would wait just a little while longer, make sure she was really good and ready.

  I didn’t have a choice.

  My mind was racing, wanting to be everywhere at once. Touch every inch of her. Lick every inch of her. Rush to the grand finale and delay it as long as possible, all at the same time.

  I slid my tongue up the line between her lips, tasting her dewy sweetness. She tasted so good. Her pussy was clean and ripe and perfect, just like her.

  “So good . . .” I murmured against her puffy lips, French kissing them long and slow and deep. “So sweet . . .”

  Kelly’s hands grabbed my shoulders and she let out a moan of pure ecstasy. I smiled against her pillowy lips and moved up to her clit. I flicked my tongue against it and she gasped. Everything was new to her, every single sensation. She’d never done any of this before.

  The crazy thing was, it felt like the first time for me too.

  “Hmm . . .”

  I felt my cock lurch against the bed and moaned in agony. Being this close to her an
d not having her was killing me. I’d been in locations and on covert missions in terrible conditions. Extreme heat, cold, living in tents, ditches, and bombed-out buildings. But I’d been able to control my senses and my mind.

  Not tonight.

  Not now.

  Not with Kelly.

  I wanted her too fucking bad.

  I slid a finger inside her and grimaced at the way her petals clung to me. Slippery, smooth, and so tight. I knew being inside her was going to be the best thing I’d felt in my life, by far. But she was still too tight. There was no way I could do this without hurting her.

  I hadn’t had a woman in a long time, but none of them had felt like this. I’d barely felt anything. Sex had been a simple act, rough and dirty with an orgasm as the only goal. Not something to prolong, to enjoy. A rough and expedient means to an end.

  This was as different as night and day.

  Every time I was with Kelly, I never wanted it to end. Even that torturous night when I couldn’t get her clothes off. Even all the times I’d held her for only a few minutes, or stolen a kiss.

  I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked, drumming my tongue against it as I worked a second finger inside her. I stroked them in and out, trying to gently widen her passage. She undulated around my fingers as she came. I licked it up as she flooded my mouth with her nectar. I didn’t stop. I needed her to relax and open. Slowly but surely, my fingers moved with more ease. I thought I might have a chance of fitting inside.

  Kelly was still trembling from her third orgasm when I finally reached for the condom on the bed table. I didn’t want to use one. I wanted to feel everything. Skin on skin.

  But more than that, I wanted to see her belly round with my child.

  Then again, it would be a hell of a thing to get the girl pregnant on the first time. Her mother would never forgive me for that. Kelly might not either.

  I cursed as I kneeled in front of her, spreading her legs to reveal that perfect, glistening wet pussy. My cock wanted in. Now.

  Nothing on earth could have held me back at that moment.

  I rubbed it against her, and we both moaned, it felt so good. There was actual electricity leaping back and forth between us. I grunted as I pressed myself just inside her swollen pussy lips.

  “Kelly . . . Christ! You’re still too tight.”

  I started to pull out, but she gripped my arm, her eyes pleading with me.

  “Hmm . . . Cain, please don’t stop!”

  She was gripping me like a vise. I hissed through my teeth in pleasure as I inched forward. I felt her hymen and stopped.

  This was it. My sweet girl’s last vestige of innocence. The ultimate symbol of her belonging to me. Other than a wedding ring, of course.

  There was no turning back once I did this. Not that I wanted to. I knew she was mine from the moment I laid eyes on her. Now, I was finally going to make it fact.

  “Try and relax. This might hurt.”

  She stared at me, her hooded eyes suddenly opening wide. She nodded in encouragement. I could tell she was steeling herself for the pain.

  “Do it.”

  I almost smiled at her, she was so brave. But I wouldn’t. Not when my dick was being hugged by the tightest, slickest pussy I could have imagined. The most perfect pussy. The most perfect girl.

  I pulled back slightly and pushed forward, trying to nudge her hymen out of the way. It wasn’t working. I was too big and she was too tight.

  “Shit. Fuck, I’m sorry. Hold on.”

  I sawed my cock back and forth a few times but got nowhere. I closed my eyes. I was going to have to do this the hard way. It would hurt and I would feel like a righteous bastard.

  “I’m going to have to push through. Unless you want me to stop.”

  I waited, afraid that she would tell me to stop. I would, of course, but I didn’t want to. There was only one thing I wanted to do less.

  I didn’t want to hurt her.

  “It’s okay. I’m ready.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  I pressed a quick kiss to her gorgeous lips and then focused. I pulled back and rammed myself forward. I felt the barrier tear away. She cried out and turned stiff in my arms. I held perfectly still, breathing heavily as I willed myself not to thrust into her like a wild animal.

  She relaxed slowly and I heard her take a deep breath. Meanwhile, I was deeply embedded in heaven. The feel of her on my swollen cock, the way she felt in my arms, the way she looked . . . I was ready to blow and we’d barely even started. The urge to move was almost impossible to resist. I gritted my teeth as my breathing got ragged and out of control.

  Down, boy.

  “You okay?” My voice was raw and husky. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears as she nodded.

  “Yeah, I am. I’m okay. The pain is already fading.”

  She wiggled her hips experimentally. I groaned, my hips flexing on instinct. She cried out, and I froze, terrified I was hurting her.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. It feels . . . good.”

  She sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “Really, really good.”

  That was all the permission I needed. I circled my hips slowly, not willing to pull too far out. I fucked her deep and steady for a few minutes, my fucking toes curling in ecstasy. It felt too good. I was ready to lose it.

  “Fuck, you feel good! I’m not . . . I’m not going to last long.”

  “Hmm . . .”

  Kelly was incoherent, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow. She was so sexy and uninhibited, it nearly sent me over the edge. I gritted my teeth and reached between us. I had to make sure she got there before me.

  My fingers brushed her clit and that was it. She went off like a firecracker, her whole body trembling and convulsing against me. The feeling of her pussy clamping down on my rod was too much.

  I roared as my seed barreled up from the root of my cock and exploded out of me, splashing into the reservoir of the condom. I cursed and closed my eyes as I lost complete control of my body. I was shaking and moaning, completely lost to sensation.

  Lost to the beautiful girl in my arms.

  My come kept pumping out, filling the condom and overflowing so that it leaked out from where our bodies met. I shook helplessly as the last few waves crashed through me. I exhaled as my orgasm finally started to recede after what felt like half an hour.

  I frowned, not pleased with myself for losing control. Sex with Kelly had felt too good. Too intense. I hadn’t been at all prepared for that. I gripped the base of the condom and pulled out, rolling to my back to stare at the ceiling.

  I felt different, I realized. Lighter. Softer. I’d never felt anything remotely close to that before. She had changed me somehow. It scared me a little. More than a little.

  Sex with Kelly scared the shit out of me.

  It had been . . . a religious experience. That was the closest comparison I could make. I never did drugs but I imagined it was not unlike taking ecstasy and riding a roller coaster while getting your knob polished. All at the same time.

  I could never tell her that. She’d run all over me if she knew the kind of power she had. I had to stay on top of my damn emotions. A man was supposed to take care of his woman. He didn’t have to open up and spill his guts to her. Kelly would never respect me if I did that.

  I got up to dispose of the condom. I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself to man up. I washed my dick and came back with a warm washcloth. I sat on the side of the bed and stared at her.

  Damn, but she is beautiful! Far too beautiful for an animal like me.

  Kelly was glowing. Literally glowing. Radiant and soft and so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. She was looking at me with a look of awe. Awe and love. I swallowed back the words that sprang up in my throat.

  No need to act like a woman, Cain. Slow your roll.

  “Spread your legs for me, Princess.”

  She exhaled
and shyly parted her thighs. There was so much trust in her eyes. It humbled me. She smiled and I saw something else. A mischievous look that said she was ready to go again.

  “Ohh . . . that feels good.”

  I pulled back, afraid of getting dragged back in. I really had to be gentle with her. She would push me too hard and I might hurt her by accident. She really had no idea how easily she could push me over the edge and make me act like the beast I was.

  I took the washcloth back into the bathroom and grabbed a clean pair of boxers. I didn’t want to be naked in the bed with her. If I were, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I sat beside her again, trying to keep my distance. But I just couldn’t stay away from her.

  “Was I too rough?”

  She shook her head vigorously and reached for me. I took her hand and held it but nothing more.

  “Not even a little. Can we do that again?”

  I ruffled her hair and rested my forehead against hers. Of course I wanted to do it again. More than anything. But if we did, she would be sore for days and the rest of our little fuckcation would be ruined.

  I pressed a kiss to her cheek and told her to sleep. I knew I’d be staring at the ceiling for a good long time.

  “Tomorrow.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Killer

  I spat on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk just outside the hotel grounds. He was in there. The one they said was impossible to get.

  Impossible to kill. But no one was that hard to kill. He was flesh and blood, like the rest of the little piggies that Dante and I had slaughtered. Even if he looked more like a wild boar.

  Cain.

  He was my goal. My ultimate goal. That and finding out who had killed my idol, my brother, my God. Dante.

  I had a feeling Cain had ordered the hit. So he was on my list. I didn’t like the smug fucker anyway. I hungered for the splash of his blood. The fear in his eyes. The moment where he turned from a human into a dumb animal, trying to escape the slaughterhouse.

 

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