Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC Book 3)

by Joanna Blake

  “Does it bother you?”

  “What?”

  “That I’m eating meat in front of you.”

  I put down my fork and patted my lips with the napkin. The pepper had been a little greasy.

  “I’m not a militant vegetarian or anything. But the cattle industry is destroying the planet and creating superbugs.”

  “Really?”

  I nodded earnestly.

  “It’s the number-one cause of greenhouse gases.”

  “I don’t get it.”

  “Cow farts. Millions of them. Plus, they are eating grains and stuff that isn’t normal for them. It’s the equivalent of too much Taco Bell at four AM. You fart.”

  He snorted and I continued.

  “Anyway, they overcrowd them and give them too many antibiotics, which is gross. The bacteria gets resistant to the antibiotics and they spread those superbugs to the people who eat them. Not to mention that it’s not really very good for you to eat that much meat.” I smiled at him. “Plus, I think cows are cute.”

  “So what’s the solution? Not everybody is going to stop eating meat, Kell.”

  “Just eat less meat. Imagine if everybody in the world did meatless Mondays. It would be huge. Stuff like that. And eat grass-fed or organic. They don’t get as many antibiotics and the farming practices are usually more humane.”

  “That makes sense.” He nodded. “Done.”

  I stared at Cain.

  “What?”

  “Meatless Mondays. Grass-fed whatever. Done.”

  “You would do that for me?” I felt tears in my eyes, getting surprisingly misty. What the heck was wrong with me? “You would change?”

  He cocked an eyebrow.

  “Of course. What you said made sense to me, and it matters to you. That’s enough for me.”

  I smiled at him and shook my head at myself. My tears were gone and now I felt like laughing. I really was emotional tonight.

  “I have another surprise for you.”

  “What?”

  He grinned.

  “I’m sleeping over.”

  “Connor agreed to that?”

  “Yes, but . . .” He sighed in exasperation. “With provisions.”

  “No sex under my roof!”

  I almost jumped out of my seat but Cain just pulled a face. I turned around to look for my brother but he wasn’t there. I peered at the stairwell. I though I could just make out a pair of feet . . .

  “Jesus, Connor, are you sitting on the stairs or something?”

  It was quiet for a minute.

  “Yes.”

  I burst out laughing. My brother was being such a dork. He even sounded embarrassed. Cain started laughing too. It was so loud that the house seemed to shake. I heard Cass open her door and pad barefoot over to the stairs. She came halfway down and bent down to stare at us.

  “Is Cain laughing?”

  “Yes. Yes, he is.”

  “Wow.” Her eyes were wide. She looked at her husband and made a rude hand gesture. “Get your ass upstairs, right now!”

  “Don’t you sass me, woman!”

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  I heard running steps and then my brother stomped up the stairs. Cass let out a squeal. I smiled, realizing he must have thrown her over his shoulder. I looked back at Cain and shrugged.

  “Ignore him.”

  “Your brother was pretty specific about his rules.”

  I groaned, realizing I was in for it. Another night of no sex? How was I going to make it?

  “Oh, no. Not again.”

  He nodded and cut another bite.

  “Yes, again.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Cain

  “Please, Cain! Oh, God . . .”

  I pulled another toe into my mouth and sucked. I was lying on the small double bed across from Kelly. My shirt was open across my chest from kissing her earlier. I’d had to feel her against me. But other than that, I had my clothes mostly on.

  She did not.

  And she was begging.

  A lot.

  I ran my fingertips up her thighs and shushed her. She was making this more difficult with her descriptive requests. So far, she’d begged me to lick her pussy, to ram her with my cock, and to spank her. All of which I really, really wanted to do. I hissed out air as my dick swelled even further. If her brother heard us . . . but, I thought with a smirk, at least I was following his rules.

  My knuckles brushed her petal soft lips once. Twice. Her hips jerked and I pulled my hands away again.

  Yes, I was torturing her. But it was torture for me too. And, quite frankly, I enjoyed it. I’d probably be doing this even if the night was going to end with a deep dicking. Making Kelly beg was my new favorite pastime.

  She bit her lip and wiggled on the bed, looking like a sexy fish. My lips curled into another smile. Kelly was really close to the edge. I was having way too much fun playing with her sexy body to tip her over just yet.

  “Cain,” she hissed at me. “Do something, for the love of God! Anything!”

  I scraped my blunt nails over the soles of her feet and she gasped.

  “I am.” I pulled another toe into my mouth and sucked. “Doing something.”

  Her hands balled up in the sheets as I worshiped her sensitive toes one by one. I let my eyes wander over her lush body. I was a lucky dog to be sucking the toes of such a gorgeous girl, and I knew it. I hummed a little, increasing the sensations in her sexy little feet. Kelly’s back arched and her thighs parted. I could not drag my eyes away from that pink and glistening pussy of hers.

  Oh, yeah, the view from down here was amazing.

  My cock twitched in frustration. I knew I was not going to be satisfied tonight. So I thought it was fair to keep Kelly on the edge just a little while longer too.

  And I loved hearing her talk dirty. It was so cute every time she said a naughty word. To hear that kind of language from such a pristine girl . . . it was the ultimate turn-on. Even if I wasn’t going to nut tonight, I loved dragging things out as long as possible. The girl had me tied up in knots and I had no desire to unravel them.

  “What do you want? Tell me.”

  She drew in an unsteady breath.

  “I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck my pussy.”

  I moaned, caught off guard by her response. I bit her toe and shook my head.

  “Not going to happen. What else? Try something more realistic.”

  “I want you to touch me.”

  “I am touching you.” My hand stroked her leg for punctuation. I stifled a grin at her moan. It was a sound of pure frustration.

  “No . . . not there.”

  “Where, Princess? Spell it out for me and I’ll do it.”

  “Oh, hmm . . . please . . . oh, God, Cain, please touch my pussy.”

  Well, fuck. I felt my cock leaking pre-cum from the breathy sound of her voice. Kelly was way better at dirty talk than I’d expected for such a demure young lady.

  “Like this?”

  I dragged the back of my hand over her slick lips.

  “Yes! Oh . . .” She moaned as I pulled my hand away. “Don’t stop.”

  “Tell me and I’ll do it.”

  “Can you . . . hmm . . . play with it a little? That thing you do on the . . .”

  She trailed off, clearly embarrassed.

  “The what? You want me to play with what?”

  “My clit?”

  My cock leaked some more and I gave in. I changed my angle, my body braced between her luscious thighs. I blew on her pussy to cool her off and she gyrated her juicy hips in response. I smiled and started rubbing her clit.

  My face was barely a foot away from her pussy lips. I watched her watch me, and I knew what she wanted. My tongue on her. But if she didn’t ask, I wasn’t going to do it. What I was doing now was not going to get her off. I rubbed her clit so slow and light, it was like using a feather. Actually, I decided I’d try and find a feather for th
e next time.

  Yeah, Kelly is gonna love that.

  “Can you . . . kiss me too?”

  “Kiss you? Like this?”

  I gave her inner thigh a quick peck. She was glaring at me when I came back up.

  “Nooooo . . . with your tongue. On my . . .”

  “Say it, Kelly. Say, ‘I want your tongue in my pussy.’”

  Her hips jerked, and I nearly came right then and there. Christ, the girl turned me on.

  “I want your tongue in my pussy.” She sighed. “Please.”

  How could I say no to that?

  I lowered my mouth to her sweet pussy and started in on her. Not too fast. I wanted her to writhe for me a little longer. I dragged my tongue up and down her pussy lips while my finger worked her clit. After a while, I switched, sliding my finger up and down the edge where her lips met and using my tongue on her clit. She quietly screamed when I finally pushed my finger inside her and turned it, forming a hook to scrape against her G-spot. I added another finger a few minutes later. Again and again, I pushed my fingers in and out of her, not picking up speed, just curling them up to brush the sensitive spot inside her.

  “Faster . . . please . . .”

  “Not yet, sweetheart.”

  She was quivering as I continued working her over at my leisurely pace. I felt her get close and pulled my fingers out. I watched in fascination as her pussy convulsed, squeezing down on nothing. She hissed my name and I chuckled, starting up again.

  This time, I decided to let her come.

  I worked my fingers faster, rubbing my other finger over her clit rapidly.

  “All right, baby girl. Come for Daddy.”

  She did. Her whole body arched off the bed. Her legs shook and shimmied. I held her tight, burying my face in her spasming pussy. I kept licking and sucking her clit until the last shudders faded. When I crawled up the bed to pull her into my arms, she looked stunned.

  “Oh, my God.”

  I squeezed her, pleased with the awestruck look on her beautiful face.

  “You liked that?”

  She blinked at me, already well on her way to passing out.

  “Liked?”

  I kissed her again.

  “I need to . . . take care of you.”

  “Another time, sweetheart.”

  She reached down and cupped my balls. It felt so fucking good to have her touch me. But it didn’t matter. Rules were rules. I was not going to get off tonight.

  “But Cain . . .”

  “Hush, now. Go to sleep.”

  She sighed and closed her eyes. I winced in frustrated pleasure. Her hand was still cupping me but perfectly still. A soft snore made me laugh, even though my nuts were ready to burst. I settled into the bed, tucking an extra pillow under my head. I was afraid to move other than that.

  “Sleep well, angel.”

  I closed my eyes, though I doubted I would be getting much sleep. That had to be a first. My girl was one in a million, that was for sure.

  Kelly had fallen asleep holding my balls.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Kelly

  “Hmm . . .”

  I stretched luxuriously, feeling well-rested for the first time in days. My body felt heavy and satisfied, and a little sore. Kind of like I’d worked out the day before, not that I was all that familiar with that sensation. I was not exactly a gym bunny, though I did tend to bounce off the walls. Mom said I burned more calories just breathing that most people did lifting weights.

  Mom. Connor. Cain.

  I opened my eyes as reality set in. I was at Connor’s house. Mom was in Texas. There was a killer on the lose. Cain had spent the night. The wicked memories of last night came flooding back in.

  “Good morning, sweetheart.”

  I smiled at the handsome man who was watching me, his head propped up on his hand. I blushed a bit, remembering how much time he’d spent between my thighs last night. Then I realized something else.

  “I never took care of you!”

  “That’s all right, angel. I have a feeling your brother would have started banging on the door.”

  I giggled, snuggling against his chest. It was easier than looking him the eye. I’d been out of control the night before! My cheeks were hot with embarrassment as I nuzzled him.

  The man smells way too good!

  “I could get used to this.”

  He squeezed me.

  “You will get used to this. Soon.”

  I blinked up at him, confused.

  “Soon? I don’t think so. My mama might like you, but she draws the line at gentleman callers spending the night.”

  “I need you under my roof.”

  “Oh. That’s going to take some time, Cain. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “It’s what I want, but I’m not going to wait.” He squeezed me again. “And using my last name. I want my legal rights.”

  I stared at his back as he climbed off the foot of the bed.

  “Legal rights? What does that even mean?”

  He just smirked at me.

  “My rights to you.”

  Marriage again? Really? Could he make it sound any less romantic?

  I sighed. My man was really impatient. He wanted things yesterday. But love and marriage didn’t work that way, did they?

  To be honest, I couldn’t tell how serious he was. I doubted anything would come of it, at least not anytime soon. Still, maybe I wasn’t being fair. Cain wasn’t much for talking, but his actions showed me how much he cared for and respected me.

  And my mama always said that actions speak louder than words.

  Maybe he did want to marry me. But he was going to have to wait. We just started dating, for crying out loud!

  Still, it would be nice to hear the ‘L’ word. I knew without a doubt that I was falling in love with Cain, if I wasn’t already there. I felt giddy and emotional all the time, and he was never far from my thoughts.

  Him and that insanely sexy body of his.

  I sighed and got up, dressing in jeans and a floral T-shirt. I made an extremely cursory attempt at hygiene by brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair. I wondered briefly if I smelled like sex (even though we hadn’t actually had sex) but I was too hungry to shower. I rubbed a little essential oil onto my pulse points and slid a tube of tinted lip balm over my lips. It wasn’t exactly an over-the-top sexy look, but I looked cute enough.

  And Cain seemed to like me best when I was fresh-faced and comfortable.

  Or naked. Definitely naked.

  We ate breakfast with Connor and Cass around the kitchen island. We were all quiet. Connor glared at Cain and Cain ignored him. Cass and I exchanged exasperated looks. It was uneventful.

  Rumbling motors outside signaled a shift change. Con pulled Cassandra aside for a deep and almost X-rated kiss before telling her and the kids goodbye. Cain picked me up and practically inhaled my face, he kissed me so deeply. I wondered if he was checking my tonsils until he set me down and smirked at my brother.

  He’d been making a point, apparently. I crossed my arms. I didn’t like to be used like that. But it was kind of funny at the same time.

  The guys left together, practically shoving each other out of the way in their quest to go out the door first. Cass and I rolled our eyes and shook our heads. But we were smiling all the same. They might be acting stupid, but they looked pretty damn cute while doing it.

  Ugh. Men

  .

  But also:

  Sigh. Men.

  The day wore on. Cass was on the floor, working on a jigsaw puzzle with Daniella while the baby dozed and I did homework. I was pretty good at taking notes from the chapters assigned, but I knew I was missing nuances and details you could only get in class. Cain had brought me notes from a fellow student, but I was still sure I was missing stuff. I did my best to take my education seriously. I’d been pretty lazy in high school but college was different.

  Mostly because I was paying for it!
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br />   I sighed and stared at the ceiling. I was bored. I needed to do something. Anything!

  “I want to go outside.”

  “Me too. But we can’t.” Cass gave me a warning look. I chewed on my lip, deep in thought. She clapped her hands together to get my attention. “Don’t even think about it, Kellbelle.”

  “Why? I mean, if they are already guarding us, can’t we ALL go somewhere together?”

  She shrugged.

  “I think its safer to keep us together. Mason might bring Michelle by later, be tee dubs.”

  I threw up my hands.

  “It’s a Goddamn hen house!”

  She giggled and answered the door after a series of polite knocks. Hunter stood outside holding a cardboard box.

  “Brought you some groceries. And there’s some other stuff.”

  “Thank you, Hunter,” I piped up from the other side of the room. The big biker was quiet, with a massive mane of hair. Cass rolled her eyes and echoed me with a singsong voice. ‘Thank you, Hunter.”

  He flashed a smile and we both looked a little shocked. The man had a movie star smile. It was hard to see but it was there. Cass and I exchanged a look. She shut the door and I whispered.

  “Good lord, some of these guys could do freaking hair commercials.”

  She giggled and carried the box into the kitchen, plopping it on the island.

  “Ooh, ice cream!”

  That perked me up. I lifted my head from the books and watched her.

  “What else?”

  “You got mail!” She held up a large envelope and waved it in the air. “Something fancy!”

  I was on my feet in a heartbeat, reaching for the envelope. I stared at my name, written in elegant calligraphy.

  “Well, open it!”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I was so damn bored that this felt like Christmas morning. With my luck, it would just be some sort of credit card application. I tore the envelope open and pulled out a heavy piece of paper.

  Oh. My. God.