by Joanna Blake
Hotel. Check. Crazy good sex. Check. Big, bad ass biker. Check.
“Cain?”
“Yes, baby girl.”
“What time is it?”
“Just after midnight.”
I sat up abruptly.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry. I must have . . .”
“Passed out cold from coming so hard?”
I blushed and pulled the covers up to shield my breasts. I was naked. I could still feel his touch and I felt a little sticky below the waist. My hair was still damp too.
“Um . . . yes?”
He cracked a smile. I could see the white glint of his teeth in the dark room. It sent a shiver down my spine.
“Don’t worry. I got food.”
“How did you know I was hungry?”
I was hungry. Ravenous, really. And room service was probably closed by now.
He just shook his head.
“I always know what you need, Princess.”
“Oh.”
He kind of did, didn’t he? I couldn’t argue with that. He seemed to anticipate everything I needed, even if I didn’t realize I needed it.
“Scoot back. I need some room for this.”
I sat against the headboard, watching as he rolled in a cart and laid out trays on the bed. He poured me a drink and handed me a glass of sparkling water with lemon. He even had fresh ice.
He held up the remote and passed it to me.
“Pick a movie.”
I scanned the choices, realizing there were tons of flicks I had been dying to see. Two romcoms, an action flick, and a dystopian teen movie based on a book I had read.
“Some of these are still in the theaters!”
“Yeah. It’s a hotel thing.”
I nodded wisely, like I’d ever stayed in a fancy hotel before. This was crazy cool. The truth was, I was really impressed.
“Do you like action films?”
“Pick what you want.”
I was really wanting to watch the dystopian one but I knew he probably wouldn’t like it. I chewed my lip, deciding which movie would be least offensive to a guy like Cain. I really didn’t know what he liked. Well, in terms of music and movies, anyway. I definitely knew some things he liked, I thought with a blush.
“Kelly.”
I looked at him.
“I want to watch what you like. I don’t care what it is. I want to watch it with you because you like it. I want to learn what makes that brain of yours tick.”
“Are you sure?”
“Which one are you the most excited to see?”
“It’s about a futuristic society where people have to battle to the death for basic human rights. A bunch of teens get together and overthrow the government. Well, that happens in book two. Oh, and there’s a sexy bad guy who falls for the lead rebel girl.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“I read it when I was in high school. It’s probably kind of stupid if you’re over eighteen. I’ve been waiting to go see it in the theaters.”
He leaned back and crossed his legs.
“It doesn’t sound stupid. It sounds interesting.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “I like bad guys.”
“Okay, if you’re really sure . . .”
“I am.”
I sighed and clicked Purchase. It was freaking eighteen bucks a movie! I stared as the screen flashed the receipt, wide-eyed.
“Oh, my God.”
“Don’t, Kelly.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t worry about it. I can afford it.”
He really did seem to know what I was thinking. He rubbed his knuckle over my cheek and kissed me softly. I swear I felt a tingle all the way to my toes.
“Now, let’s eat.”
I nodded happily and filled a plate with somehow still magically warm French fries and a quarter of a club sandwich. I grabbed some pickles and spooned out a plop of mayo for my fries. I noticed Cain did the same thing.
“You like mayo on your fries?”
He shrugged.
“I’m not sure. I want to try it. I told you, I want to know everything about you.”
I was fighting back a grin as the opening credits started to roll.
Chapter Nineteen
Cain
“Woman . . . don’t.”
Kelly was trailing her fingers over my stomach, curled into my side as the movie credits rolled. She’d been glued to the screen the entire time. And now, she was glued to me.
“Don’t what?”
“Please, Kell. You are going to make this even harder for me.”
She giggled and glanced up at me.
“Harder?”
She knows what she was doing to me, the minx!
“Yes.” I caught her hand and held it away from my body. “I’m already in pain, sweetheart.”
“You are?”
She looked sad so I kissed her wrist. Even that sent a hot spike of lust through me. I set her hand down on her hip and turned to her.
“Baby girl, being around you is torture when I can’t . . .”
She looked up at me innocently.
“Fuck me?”
I swallowed, feeling my cock swell even larger.
“Christ. Yes. When I can’t fuck you, you bad girl.”
“Who says you can’t fuck me?”
“I do. I can’t risk hurting you. It’s been less than thirty hours since we started this.”
She pouted and then fluttered her eyelashes at me.
“I believe you said bad girls got a spanking.”
I moaned at the thought of paddling her juicy bottom till it was pink.
“I did,” I growled at her.
“So?” She slid her hand over my belly again, brushing it dangerously close to my raging hard-on. “I’m being bad, aren’t I?”
With a curse, I yanked her over my lap. She wiggled around, making my cock lurch as her breasts rubbed against it. I pulled her sleep shorts down and stared at her round perfect ass. Then I lifted my hand and slapped it.
I groaned as it jiggled. I stroked the soft skin before I lifted my hand again and brought it down. She let out a gasp. I grinned without humor and smacked her ass again. This time, she let out a squeal.
“Cain!”
“You didn’t think I would really do it, did you?”
“I didn’t think you would do it so hard!”
I smacked her again then spent some time kneading and soothing her red cheeks with my hands. The truth was, I wanted to bite her ass. Kiss it. Then spank it again.
Then I wanted to sink my dick into her. Anywhere would do. Her perfect pussy or between the high round globes of her ass cheeks. But she was almost completely innocent. Kelly was barely a woman and I couldn’t just do whatever I wanted.
“Please let me suck your dick?” She was staring up at me over her shoulder, a pleading look in her eyes. She was being a very bad girl. Letting her suck on my cock would be torture. There was no way she’d be able to finish me off, and I’d be in worse shape than I was now. And I was already on my way to a serious case of blue balls. “I’m a grown woman. It really is a skill I should have.”
“Kelly . . . you are going to kill me, woman.”
She smiled.
“But you’ll die smiling!”
I hissed out a breath and nodded. I did want her to do it, and I couldn’t say no to her anyway. She was so cute and eager, wanting to try naughty things with me. It was a dangerously irresistible combination of innocence and hot lust. She sat up with a happy squeal and reached for my shorts, tugging them down over my cock. It sprang free, eager and ready for whatever she had in mind.
I kicked off my shoes and waited. I didn’t have to wait long. Kelly was braver than most. Just yesterday, she’d been afraid of my admittedly oversized cock. Now she was staring at it like it was a damn puppy she wanted to cuddle!
The thought of her cuddling my cock against her tits caused a tiny drop of pre-cum to leak out of my head.
She reach
ed out and gently ran her fingertips over my shaft. It felt like heaven. I grimaced as she continued the feather-light caresses.
“It’s so soft!” She looked up at me and blushed. “I mean, the skin is.”
She leaned down and licked the tip. I jumped. I literally jumped from the feel of her tongue against me.
Man up, Cain. Think of your training. Do not lose control!
I moaned helplessly as she started tonguing the head, pulling it just inside her mouth to French kiss me. It felt amazing. Way better than I had ever imagined an unskilled blowjob could feel. I realized pretty quickly I had been a hundred fucking percent wrong.
Kelly is going to have no problem making me come.
I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to move my hips. Her lips and tongue on me were the best thing I’d ever felt, other than her perfect little pussy. I was just praying I didn’t shoot my load too fast. That would be fucking embarrassing.
“Am I doing it right?”
I grunted yes. She ran a finger up my shaft to the tip and then brushed the opening. I flinched. I wanted back in her mouth. Now.
“You can hold it. Just not too tight.”
She did as I asked.
“Now stroke up and down. Christ! Yes, like that. Now . . . go back to . . .”
“Sucking it?”
I moaned incoherently, unable to do more than jerk my head as I watched her lower her head to my cock again. She was a little bolder this time, licking and sucking my cock with enthusiasm. I rocked my hips, close to busting a nut.
She reached down to cup my balls. I hadn’t told her to do that, I realized. I groaned in ecstasy. She flicked her tongue against the tip while sucking, stroking, and fondling my balls. That was it. I was done.
“I’m going to come. Fuck! I . . . you can . . . you can swallow it if you want or get out of the way.”
I was hopeful, but I had no idea what she was going to do when I started shooting my load. I’d built up a big one in the past few hours, waiting for her to wake up. Watching my baby girl sleep was surprisingly erotic.
“That’s it . . . Christ . . . you are . . . you are . . .”
I was going to say she was doing a good job but instead, I just made a sound like a dying wildebeest. Long, guttural, and full of pleasure so intense it was very close to pain. My hips jerked as Kelly pulled me deeper, flicking her tongue against my tip and sucking as I shot my seed into her warm and willing mouth. I felt the extra suction as she swallowed it. She didn’t just swallow it either. She fucking hoovered it. Every damn drop.
My girl was fucking thorough when it came to sucking my dick. It was amazing. Hard to believe. And all on her first time, too.
I could have kissed her, but I didn’t want her to stop kissing my dick. Thankfully, she seemed to know what I wanted. She didn’t stop until I was bone dry. She sat back on her heels and licked her lips, looking like the cat who ate the canary.
“That was fun. Can I do it again?”
She wants to . . . oh, Christ.
I laughed so loud it sounded like thunder. Then I pulled her to me and rolled on the bed so that I was on top of her. I rained kisses down on her pretty little face and soft lips.
“Kelly . . . you are amazing.”
She smiled, looking pleased with herself. I laughed again. My girl loved compliments. She didn’t fish for them but she straight up glowed every time I said something nice about her. It wasn’t hard to do since everything about her was so fucking amazing, but I wasn’t used to being demonstrative. I was going to have to learn to be more verbal about what I was feeling. I knew hearing those things would mean a lot to her.
“I am?”
“Yes, woman. I . . . I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“Was it weird? Or good weird?”
“Not weird at all. Just fucking amazing.”
“Oh.”
She wiggled underneath me.
“I want you. Can we do the real thing now, please? I’m not even a little bit sore. Please?”
“Kelly . . .”
She spread her legs and wrapped them around my hips. My cock was already hardening again and it went from half to full-mast in less than a heartbeat.
Her cheeks turned pink and she whispered something so soft I had to lean in to hear it.
“Say that again, sweetheart?”
“I said . . . I liked it when you spanked me. Can we do that again, too?”
I wanted to spank her again too. God, I really fucking liked doing that. I was shocked as hell that she liked it so much too.
“Please, Cain? Please spank me and fuck me?” She smiled shyly. “If you want to, I mean.”
I wanted to argue. To say it was for her own good. That I would get her off so she could sleep.
But Kelly and my traitorous cock had other ideas.
“Yes, I fucking want you, woman. Never doubt that.”
“So . . . you’ll do it, then? And we can do more oral again in the morning?”
She rolled over and showed me her perfect, naughty little ass. She looked back at me and bit her lip. My hands reached out to put her in the right position.
Kelly won that fight, I realized later as I stared at the ceiling with a big grin on my face. Her cheeks were red where she sprawled on the bed, already passed out. I gathered her against me and pulled the covers over us.
I decided to let her win all our arguments going forward.
Chapter Twenty
Kelly
“Do we have to go back?”
Cain gave me a look as he zipped his luggage shut. He came to stand behind me and slid his arms around my waist. I sighed as he nuzzled my neck.
“We’ll go somewhere else again soon.”
I turned in his arms, pressing myself against him like a cat.
“Why can’t I come to your place?”
He frowned.
“I don’t want you to worry, but you should be aware. The killer is targeting club guys and their families.”
“Family?”
“Friends, old ladies, even their exes. It’s not safe for us to be seen together yet.”
I pouted at him.
“I hate this. We should just live our lives.”
“I hate it too.” He tapped my chin. “But we can’t. This guy . . .” He frowned and then shook his head. “It’s real dark stuff, baby girl. That’s why I tried so hard to keep you away from it.”
I sighed and went back to packing. I knew he was right. We had to be extra careful. Still, I finally had a boyfriend after waiting my whole life. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops! He nudged me out of the way when I tried to zip my bag shut.
“I got this.”
I sighed dreamily, watching his thick muscles bunch as he leaned on the bag to hold it shut. The man was . . . perfection. Well, other than the whole ‘you can’t come over to my place’ thing.
I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms. I couldn’t help the suspicious thoughts. I ended up watching a lot of reality TV when I hung out with Cass. Maybe I absorbed more of it than I thought.
“Are you sure you don’t have a secret wife?”
He gave me an exasperated look.
“No wife.” He raised his eyebrow at me and pulled me close. “Not yet.”
I melted like an ice cube in Miami.
“Okay, but I do want to see your place soon. I’ll wear a disguise or something.” That got a smile out of him. “When am I going to see you again?”
He kissed me deeply.
“Soon.”
“How soon?”
He chuckled and squeezed my ass.
“Soon soon.”
Cain started kissing me and I felt his hardness against me instantly. I had to admit, I liked having that power over him. I was starting to think we might stay long enough to use the bed one more time when his phone went off.
He cursed and stepped away, staring at his phone.
“That’s my private line at the clubhouse.”
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�What does that mean?”
“It means they are calling from my desk. I gotta take this.”
Cain glanced at me while someone spoke urgently on the other end of the line. I chewed my lip, sitting on the bed next to my bag. Cain left the room, speaking in low hushed tones. He hung up and made another call. More urgent this time. When he came back a few minutes later, I could tell he was upset.
“So, was that your secret wife?” I joked, but he didn’t laugh. He just shook his head. A bad feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.
“Change of plans. I’m taking you to your brother’s house.”
I sat up, instantly alert. Something was wrong. Something bad.
“What? Why?”
Cain’s face was grim.
“There’s been another killing.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Cain
Fury, sorrow, and fear waged a battle in my heart.
Johnson was dead. He wasn’t an active member these days, but he had been once. And he’d served under me in the Corps. I’d known the man for a decade.
And I knew his family.
He was family. A brother. And because of some batshit Hell Raiser who worshipped at Dante’s dead feet, he had been horrifically murdered. And so had his family.
His wife and his mother-in-law. I knew them both. A nice woman and a sweet old lady who used to send us cookies when we were in the Corps. She’d always send enough for all the guys. She even knew all our names, long before we’d met her.
Thank God his kids had been out of the house. It was the one thing to be grateful for. I shuddered mentally and started making a mental list of what we could do to help them. His kids were now the responsibility of the club. Yeah, his sister was taking them in, across the country where it would be safe, thank God. But the club was going to make sure they had enough money for college and beyond. Sports uniforms. Whatever the fuck they needed.
Their dad had been cut down in the prime of his life. For no reason. I had an ugly suspicion forming in the back of my mind. I was starting to think the killer’s targets had something to do with me.