by Joanna Blake
It would be brazen to try and take him here. There were cameras everywhere inside a place like that. I could disable a few of them, but not all. I was tempted to try anyway. I had a way of slipping through the cracks.
Like oil on shit, Dante used to say.
Dante had hated Cain. Loathed him. They were polar opposites. While Dante was hot-tempered and impulsive, Cain was ice-cold. The big, stoic man never reacted to anything. He made life harder for the Vipers. He didn’t want to play ball when it came to dealing in arms, drugs, or women. Dante might be gone, but I was carrying on his mission. I wouldn’t rest until every motherfucker who crossed him was dead and buried.
Or even better, turned to ash.
And just to be thorough, I’d torch their loved ones too.
My thirst for blood had increased with every murder. The first time, I’d felt a sick fascination, watching Dante cut that first boy’s eyes out. But now, my blood lust was a massive, jagged rock, rolling downhill. Even messing up those club girls had made me want more. Now it was like an itch, like a hungry bug crawling under my skin. I needed to kill. It wasn’t just a sport like it had started out with that reporter kid. Now it was something else.
I was fucking compelled to make Dante’s enemies suffer.
Especially after what they had done to him. Stringing him up like that . . . it had to be the Untouchables. It had to be. No one in our club would dare mess with our fallen President, no matter how cruel and crazy Dante could be.
I smiled grimly and spat out another bit of chaw.
But as badly as I wanted to tear Cain’s big blue eyes out and add them to my collection, I couldn’t. Not tonight. Not tomorrow either.
He was in there with some woman, which was unusual for him. He usually didn’t mess around. No family. No one else to hurt. That wasn’t the issue. I’d be happy to make this new girl squeal like a pig as I cut off little pieces of her. I’d make him watch.
Yeah, Dante would approve of that.
But it was too hot to go in tonight. I wasn’t scared of being caught or the punishment that was sure to follow. I’d off myself first. But I had to finish what we had started first. The parking lot wasn’t overly full, but there was a big problem. Two of them, really.
Hunter and Vice were out there.
Two of the baddest motherfuckers in the Untouchables, and two I actually respected. Not that it would stop me from killing them. They associated with Cain and that was more than enough for me. At least they’d both been around since the MC was a real club, doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted to. Now, there was no official club business that was under the radar. Everything was aboveboard.
Cain didn’t like to mess with the good ole US of A.
Pussy.
I cracked my knuckles and settled in to wait. Maybe they’d take a fucking nap. Or take a leak. Then I could pick them off, one by one. Even if I didn’t get to Cain, he would be rattled to find his two favorite watchdogs cut up and grilled like biker shishkabobs.
It was going to be a long night, but I didn’t mind. If there was even a chance I’d get to use the hunting knife strapped to my forearm, it would be worth it. My knife wanted blood almost as much as I did.
I had my rage to keep me going.
I’d learned from experience that it was more than enough fuel to get me through the night.
Chapter Twelve
Kelly
“Hmm . . . is that . . .?”
I opened my eyes and looked around. The bed was empty. I could hear people murmuring in the other room. Had Cain invited . . . guests?
And I could smell something amazing.
Then I heard the door shut and realized what it was.
Two of the best words in the English language.
Room service.
The door cracked open and Cain leaned against the jamb, crossing his thick arms over his massive chest. His shirt was open and his worn-in jeans hugged his thick thighs. I could see his flat stomach and the treasure trail that disappeared into his jeans. I stared at him, suddenly forgetting about the delicious smells wafting in from the main room of the suite.
“Did you say something?”
“Is that . . . coffee and pancakes?”
“Yes. Mom said pancakes are your favorite. And she said not to bother you until you’d had at least two cups of strong coffee.”
I felt my insides get all warm and gooey. He’d asked Mom about my favorite foods? I wiggled my toes under the blankets.
“Mom was right. Except for one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You can bother me as much as you want,” I dared flirtatiously.
He cracked a smile.
“Good to know, but you should eat. I even got fresh strawberries.”
I tossed the covers back in my excitement, completely forgetting I was naked. I squealed and yanked the blankets back over me. I glared at Cain, who was doubled over in laughter. When he came up for air, he was wiping tears from his eyes.
I crossed my arms over my chest, holding the covers over my bare boobs.
“You think that’s funny?”
“Sweetheart, I think that’s hilarious.” His eyes twinkled. “And very distracting.”
I made a small harrumph sound, but I wasn’t mad anymore. The warm, appreciative look in his eyes had soothed my hurt ego. I still felt like a bit of a dork, but at least I was a sexy dork. In Cain’s eyes, anyway.
“Do you like cold pancakes?”
I shook my head.
“Then you’d better put this on. Otherwise, you won’t be eating until sundown.”
The sensual look in his eyes promised hours of sexy time. I was tempted, but he was right. I was hungry. I always woke up hungry. Mom always said I was half bear, and every night, I hibernated.
I took the fluffy white hotel robe he held out with a blush. I slid my arms into it, still covering my body with the sheets. He didn’t say a thing, just cocked an eyebrow at me. Then he turned, but not before I caught the smirk on his face.
Cain was full of surprises, that was for sure. I’d certainly never heard him laugh before. In fact, according to Cass and Mason, he never laughed. But he laughed with me, I thought.
I took a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up. I splashed water on my face, ran a comb through my hair, and brushed with the toothbrush and toothpaste Cain had thoughtfully laid out. It was even my brand. I shook my head at my reflection. Cain was far too organized. It was intimidating, to say the least. Still, his thoughtfulness sent a warm thrill through me.
He was so focused on me . . . on pleasing me. And yet he was bossy and domineering. I found myself liking it more than I could have imagined. It felt like I was blossoming under his attention.
What, exactly, had I gotten myself into?
I tightened the belt of the robe and padded barefoot to the main room of the suite. I looked around, noticing the elegant furniture and the large picture window, looking out over manicured grounds. Cain was sitting at a small table, waiting for me. He stood up and waited for me to take a seat.
“You are such a gentleman.”
He just cocked an eyebrow and watched me sit down. He poured me a cup of coffee and started lifting lids off platters. My mouth almost dropped at the spread in front of me.
“Wow.”
“You are going to need your strength today,” he said as he filled my plate.
“Really?” I cast him a flirtatious glance and poured syrup on my pancakes. “I need my strength?”
I cut into my food immediately and took a heavenly bite. Oops, forgot to add butter. I used a knife to drag a pat of butter across the hot pancakes, watching it melt. I took another big bite.
Heaven.
“Yes.” He nodded somberly as he filled another plate for himself. His had bacon in addition to all the fixings. “We are going on a hike.”
“A what?”
I nearly choked on my pancakes. I managed to chew and swallow the pure deliciousness, thank go
odness. I wiped my syrup-sticky mouth with the napkin.
“A hike.”
“Please tell me you are joking. Kelly does not hike. Kelly lounges by the pool and is fed grapes.”
He cracked a small smile.
“We can do that too.”
“What about . . . other things?”
He frowned and I got a crazy sinking feeling. Like I had done something wrong. Maybe he didn’t like what we did in bed last night. What if I was . . . bad at it?
“I’ve been thinking about that. You are really small, Kelly. I don’t want to hurt you. Men can be . . . rough when they get excited.”
“Does that mean I excite you?”
I slowly slid a bite of pancake off my fork with my teeth, then ran my tongue over my lips. He was staring at me hungrily. I smirked, satisfied with the sex-starved look on his face.
So, that would be a yes.
“More than I would have thought possible.”
My smiled faded away.
“Then . . . why?”
“I don’t want to hurt you. So for the next few days, we will have sex only once a day.” I opened my mouth to protest but he held up a hand. “Careful, slow sex.”
“But—”
He shook his head.
“Maybe in a few months, you will be able to handle me at full power. Maybe not ever. You are so delicate, Princess. I don’t mind holding back. But for now, we have to be careful.”
I pouted, chewing my lip. Then I had an idea.
“What about other things?”
“Other things?”
“Like oral? Casey told me how to give a blowjob. And I know that you know how to do it to me.”
He spat out his coffee and stared at me, his mouth hanging open. I smiled at him and took another bite of my pancake. I had shocked him. And it made me inexplicably happy.
“Sweetie, I’m way above average. I don’t think I would even fit in your cute little mouth.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “But thank you for offering.”
“Can’t I just . . . lick it?”
He closed his eyes and moaned.
“I think that would kill me.”
“I want to try. I think I’d be good at it.” I waved my fork around in the air for emphasis.
He made a strangled sound, and before I knew it, I was in his lap. I could feel his massive cock poking my bottom. He was rock-hard. I squirmed a little bit, as all the blood in my body seemed to flow down to my tingly lady bits.
“Woman, you are going to be the end of me.” He kissed me fast and hard. “You really must hate hiking if you want to do that instead.”
“What? Blowjobs?”
He grunted his agreement as I slid my arms around his neck.
“I do hate hiking. But I want to please you the way you pleased me last night.”
My cheeks were burning but I had to be brave. I wanted to learn everything. And I wanted Cain to teach me.
“Most girls don’t want to do that. Especially nice girls like you.”
“Who told you that?”
He shrugged.
“Well, I’m a nice girl and I do want to. Just with you, of course.”
He growled and pulled me closer for a wild, deep, syrup and coffee kiss. His hands slid inside my robe, and I arched my back as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Not today. But if you are worked up, I can take care of you.”
“Take . . . care?” My voice was breathless in a Marylin Monroe kind of way. I’d never heard it like that before.
He undid the robe and gently parted my thighs. I felt so exposed as his eyes swept over me, blatantly staring at my bare pussy. It was broad daylight, for crying out loud.
But I didn’t protest when his fingers started toying lightly with my swollen folds.
“So, you want to go for a swim?”
I wiggled helplessly, so aroused I could barely think straight. He wasn’t doing much, just teasing me. I wanted him inside me, dammit!
“Cain! Please!”
“No?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, you want to go for a swim?”
I groaned and squeezed his thick arm. I wanted to punch his thick head!
“Not now! I don’t have a swimsuit, anyway.”
He grinned and slid one finger inside me. I gasped at the intrusion. His finger was long and thick, and I could feel every callus on his hand.
Cain held my waist firmly as he began to slowly fuck me with his finger. I gasped and arched my back at the welcome intrusion. I felt my body squeezing down on him rhythmically as my excitement built.
“That’s it, sweetheart . . . squeeze me with your hot little pussy.”
He leaned down to draw my nipple into his mouth. The hot, wet heat of his mouth combined with the hard point of his tongue was too much. Just like that, I shattered.
His wicked fingers did not stop. One hand started brushing my clit softly as he pumped into me with the other hand. I let out a high-pitched whimper as my body shook. I came for what felt like hours. Days.
Finally, I collapsed against his chest, feeling unaccountably shy.
He pressed a kiss to my head and slowly closed my robe.
“How do you feel, Princess?”
I buried my face even more.
“Good.”
“Just good?”
I hit his chest.
“Better than good.”
“Why are you so shy?”
“Because you just . . .”
“Had my lucky finger buried inside your sweet pussy?”
“Oh! Don’t be a pig!”
I hit his chest again and lifted my head to glare at him. I was still embarrassed but he’d somehow charmed me out of wanting to hide. The intensity of my orgasm had once again taken me by surprise. Cain had magic fingers.
And . . . other magic body parts.
“So no hike. Want to go down by the pool?”
I glanced down at his lap, where his hard-on was pitching a very large tent. It was practically a circus tent, it was so big. I could almost hear the elephants and calliope music.
“But you . . .”
“I can wait. I’ll carry a beach bag or something. The cold pool should help.”
I giggled and followed him into the bedroom.
“Are you sure?” I glanced at the bed with a raised eyebrow. I was more than ready to crawl back in with him and make it bounce.
He gave me a curt nod and leaned over a bag I hadn’t noticed before. It was . . . my bag!
“I had your mom pack you a few swimsuits.” He held up something else and grinned at me. “And these.”
Cain held up a pair of never worn hiking boots. I’d bought them years ago when hiking photos on Pinterest had inspired me. I never used them. They even still had the tag.
I glared half-heartedly at him, annoyed and blissfully satisfied at the same time.
“You are a cruel bastard.”
“Yes, I am.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Take your time getting ready.”
I mumbled something about getting my revenge later and promptly fell asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Cain
I leaned back on the chaise, my hands folded behind my head. I may have looked relaxed, but I was constantly scanning our surroundings. The guys were in the parking lot, but they couldn’t cover the entire grounds all at once. I had staff running a drone over the area every hour, but I still didn’t let my guard down for a minute.
My cock stand was finally a little less noticeable. It had taken a cold shower and a full hour while Kelly napped for me to get a grip on my erection.
I winced. Maybe ‘grip’ was not the right word. I didn’t jack off all that often, and it seemed like a criminal waste to do it with that gorgeous girl in my bed, even if I was saving it for later.
But it felt like it was slowly killing me. She had me fully aroused all the time. Every second of every minute. Maybe eventually, I’d be able to take her four or f
ive times a day to ease the pain. That was what it would take to satisfy me. Never mind that she was far too delicate for even a taste of the hard fucking I had in mind.
Not always hard. But I had a crazy urge to ram into her like a fucking jackhammer. I wanted her so badly, I had a feeling my cock could literally break up cement.
She stretched and stood from the chaise beside me. Her cute little ass was inches away. I wanted to grab it. I wanted to take a damn bite of it. She smiled at me and pulled off the scarf she had wrapped around her waist. Now her bare ass cheeks were right there. I stared hungrily at the sexy spot where her bathing suit had inched up.
And boom, just like that, my raging boner was at full-mast.
“I’m going in. You want to come?”
I grimaced at her choice of words. I did want to come. Deep inside her.
“Maybe in a minute.”
My voice sounded strained as I took in the view. Kelly was wearing a red two-piece that was not even close to being skimpy enough to satisfy me. The bottom was full-coverage, riding high on her hips. It hugged her ass in a delicious way, making it look like a juicy red apple.
I grunted as she turned to wave and dove into the deep end. That was Kelly. She was utterly fearless. I used to think I was the same, but the truth was, I was always afraid these days.
Afraid something would happen to her. Afraid I wouldn’t be enough. Afraid I’d lose her.
And there was no way in hell I was gonna let that happen.
She broke the water in a high, showy arch. My body reacted as if I’d stuck my finger in an outlet. The tank-style top of her bathing suit held those perfect tits firmly in place, but the very tops still jiggled as she bounced up and down in the pool. The thin sliver of flesh between the top and the bottom fascinated me. I’d never wanted to lick a woman’s stomach before.
But with this girl, I did.
I wanted to lick every inch of her.
And tonight, I decided, I would.
The pool was nearly empty on a weekday, with just one family with a couple of kids. They went inside as the day wore on, for nap time, I supposed. That was my cue. I didn’t want to scare the kids with the hose beast in my swim trunks.