“Hi,” I whisper.
He looks down at me like I’m water in the middle of the desert. “Baby,” he murmurs, and I grow hot all over just with that one little word.
I smirk up at him; he knows how I feel about that word, and I get rewarded with another brilliant smile from him. Fuck, how I missed his warmth, his deep timbre voice when he calls me baby, that bright smile he always has ready for me, and his steel gray eyes, just his…everything.
I sigh again and finally feel like I can breathe after months of choking on dry air.
“I missed you,” I mutter softer than before, and my eyes start to tear up. I can’t cry. He’s only said one word, damn it. Don’t you dare cry, London! Geez, I forgot how much this man means to me.
His gaze softens at my tears and he licks his lips. “Shh, sweet cheeks, I missed you, too.” His voice is husky. Cain pulls me into his strong chest, holding me to him tightly.
I wrap my arms around him securely and squeeze, then plant my face in his leather jacket and sniffle a few times. I take a deep breath full of him. His cologne, the lingering smell of his bike ride here mixed with the smooth scent of his leather jacket, and I’m able to start to pull myself together.
I lean back after a moment but keep a tight grip on him. Finally, I meet his stormy gray eyes. He’s wearing such a serious expression, and I can feel that he’s missed me as well. His irises tell me he’s been waiting for this moment and waiting to hold me closely again.
“Come on, let’s go inside. I’m fucking freezing out here. I can’t believe this place is colder than Texas. I figured it’d be the same, ya know,” he grumbles.
One thing I had to adapt to with hanging around his motorcycle club was their lingo. It seems like a majority of everything is shortened and every other word is a swear word. I curse like a sailor, but around the club I sound like a school girl.
I snuggle into him and laugh a little. He makes me feel so free and happy inside. “It’s because we’re more east here and surrounded by lakes.” I know he won’t care about the lakes right now since we can’t skinny dip in them like he enjoys, but I’m sure it’ll make him think about it.
“All I know is it’s colder than a witch’s tit. I’d like to keep my balls thawed and have some babies someday, come on.” He lets me go but keeps his arm around my shoulder and walks us inside the coffee shop.
Avery no longer works here, but I still like to come for their coffees sometimes.
I pale at his baby comment. I really don’t want to tell him about my pregnancy right now. I want to hear all about everything with him before we delve into that big secret. I sit down in a booth and peer up at him while he stands beside the table.
“Whatcha’ want and I’ll order.” His eyes graze over me from head to toe. I’m guessing he’s missed my loud outfits.
“Umm, I’ll just have an orange juice, please.” He stares at me like I’m crazy, and I smirk.
“We came to a coffee shop so you can have orange juice? You sure you don’t want your usual?” When he asks, my heart flutters a little to know he remembers my favorite drink I used to order all the time.
I shake my head. “No, juice is good. I cut out caffeine and could use some Vitamin C.”
He nods and orders our drinks. I know he won’t question my vitamin comment. He’s always been a little health conscious. It’s probably from all his working out and fighting. Cain definitely stays in shape, and even more so now it looks like.
He sits across from me, and I’m struck speechless. I forgot how good looking he was when I’m able to just stare at him like this.
He gets that cocky little panty-dropper smirk on his face. “So you missed me, huh? Why didn’t you just come home and see me?” he asks playfully. I love when he’s happy and frisky.
“I was just thinking about making a trip home soon, actually. Things here with Emily finally calmed down not too long ago. I didn’t think you’d want to see me, though. Honestly, I was surprised to get a text from you. But it was good surprised.”
He flicks me a little irritated look, but it quickly passes. “Of course I want to see you. I was pissed with the way you left shit; it was fucked up. But that was months ago now, so I’m over it.” He shrugs, and as he says this the barista brings us our drinks.
She sets my orange juice with a banana nut muffin and Cain’s plain, black coffee down in front of us.
He remembered my favorite muffin! That’s so sweet. Probably because it’s his favorite, too, punk.
I smile excitedly and grab for the yummy goodness. “Thank you for this,” I mutter as I unwrap the muffin and stuff half of it in my mouth
I hand him the other half, and he eats it in two bites just like we used to do. It reminds me of our happy memories from the weekends we’d spend together. We were always stuck together when I wasn’t at work, and every weekend we’d go to a little bakery to load up on muffins and coffees.
“You’re welcome.” Cain nods as he finishes chewing his last bite and takes a sip of his coffee.
He licks the muffin crumbs off his thumb, and I feel my pussy muscles contract at his thumb leaving his mouth. He takes another drink, and his lips look so good on that coffee cup. All I can imagine are the things he used to do to me with that mouth and those thick, tattooed fingers.
“So why are you in town and for how long?” I know he can’t tell me club business, and I would never ask, but he’ll give me a general answer.
He reaches across the table and holds my hand that isn’t wrapped around my juice. I give him a small smile and thread our fingers together. His large hand dwarfs mine and I love it.
“Club shit, and I don’t know…a week for sure.” His answer is vaguer than I was expecting, but I don’t mind. I’ve always respected the club rules and his dedication to them. I think about his brothers and know he will appreciate me asking about them—they all mean a lot to him.
“Cool, how’re the boys?” I grin, thinking that I should have called them kittens; it would have made him laugh.
“They’re all good. Twist wants to see you while we’re here, if that’s cool with you?” He tilts his head after he asks, and I think it’s crazy he even feels the need to. Of course I want to see him; I want to see them all.
“Yes, that’s definitely okay. I miss the guys, too. I wasn’t sure if you’d be here alone or not.”
“Oh, did you want them to come, too?”
“No! I wanted it to be you. I mean, it would be okay if they came. But I’m glad I got to see you first, you know, alone and all,” I ramble.
I don’t normally ramble much, but I want to see him happy again. “I was talking about you know, uh, a female person with you. I wasn’t sure if you came alone-alone,” I mutter, admitting the truth.
I’m such an idiot.
He stares at me with wide eyes, as if he wasn’t expecting me to assume that. “The fuck you talking about? Of course I didn’t bring no female ‘round here. I ain’t bringing nobody when I’m planning on seeing you. Plus, I don’t let any bitches ride on my bike. You know this shit, London.” He’s defensive, and I like it.
I can’t help but beam a smile at his reply. I love the fact he just admitted he doesn’t let anyone on his bike. I know how important that is to a biker, and I rode on the back of his bike all the time.
He watches my smile grow and starts to chuckle while shaking his head like he’s exasperated with me. “So you staying with Emily now or by yourself?”
“I live alone. Emily has her boyfriend that she lives with, so I took over her apartment. How did you know I wasn’t staying with someone else?” He’s not the only one who could have been seeing someone, but that thought never even crosses his mind to ask me.
Cain’s hands go up in a placating gesture as he attempts to backtrack a little and get me to unwind. It’s the hormones’ fault, making me snarky and moody.
“You don’t need to be staying with anyone else, sweet cheeks. I just figured since you moved here to be w
ith Emily and go to school that you’d be living with her is all. Get your panties untwisted; I ain’t trying to butt into your business or anything, just asking, baby.”
“Baby, huh? You seem to be pretty brave with that word today.”
He chuckles. “Come on, London, you know damn well you’re my baby.”
Fucking right I’m his baby, and those club bitches better remember that shit, too.
“I know.” I grin and wink at him. He’s the only one I let get away with that pet name.
“Say, can we go chill at your place? I was hoping you’d let me crash with you while I’m in town.”
Cain staying with me for a whole week, at my place? Hell yes. I don’t want to come off as too excited, so I just shrug a little, playing it off.
I agree calmly even though I want to jump up and down excitedly. “Yeah, I guess we could head over there.”
“Good. Tonight you can put some warm clothes on and get on the back of my bike again.”
He must remember how much I love riding on his bike. That became one of our things. We would get on his bike and cruise around for hours it seemed.
I loved being that close to him. I’m surprised he’s so quick to let me back on it. Especially after he just finished declaring that no females ride on the back of his bike. He must really be over me leaving him like I did.
“Now that sounds like a plan, hot stuff. Do we need to stop by anywhere to get your clothes before we head to my place?” I’m definitely excited to see everybody and get his belongings to the apartment.
“Nah, sweet cheeks. I can do that shit later. Let’s just go.”
I nod and we head to my car. He seems like he’s just excited to get to the apartment and hang out as I am.
“London,” he calls.
I pause, glancing over at him. He smirks and walks toward me, making me freeze in my spot, wondering what he is up to. He reaches me and pulls me tightly to him in a tight hug. God, that feels great.
“I missed you so much, baby,” Cain finally whispers, his breath in my hair, and I squeeze him to me.
He backs up a bit and smacks a wet kiss right on my lips, just like the very first one he ever gave me. I love when he does that; he’s so damn sexy.
After, he swaggers to his bike and starts her up with a roar. I’m definitely getting some new pictures of him on that bike—he’s utter fucking hotness.
I turn up my car radio, singing loud and happy the entire way to the apartment, checking my rearview mirror every few seconds to make sure he’s right behind me with each turn. I park in my usual spot, and he pulls his bike right next to me.
I climb out of the car to make my way over to him. I’m amazed I haven’t gotten sick at all, with my nerves and the baby. I only have him for a week, so I’m not going to worry about anything and just enjoy him while I can. It may sound shitty, but this is my one chance to spend a little bit of time with the man who owns my heart. Baby or not, I can’t help the way I feel for him.
We make it into the apartment, and suddenly I’m backed into the wall and the door’s slammed shut.
“Woah!” I squeal, startled.
Cain boxes me in with his ripped body and strong arms. He leans down, close, kissing me passionately, like a man starved. His whiskers scratch over my skin, and I can taste the coffee he just drank still on his tongue.
His skin’s chilled from the ride over, making me shudder. I suck on his tongue and it takes everything in me not to moan out loud. He pulls back and kisses down my neck, sucking and nipping, stopping to nibble lightly; he knows what that does to me.
I put my palm out, applying some pressure to his chest, attempting for a little bit of space between us. I can feel his rock hard cock straining in his jeans against my belly and it makes me crave him even more.
His breaths leave him rushed, his gray eyes dilated nearly black. I’m sure my hair is everywhere and my cheeks are probably flushed, but I couldn’t care less. He has me turned on, but I’m also freaking out a little.
This is moving fast and I’ve barely met up with him again. I need to catch my bearings and let my brain slow down to get on the same page.
I struggle to get my voice to work. “Slow down a little, please. You caught me off guard.”
He pants, frustrated, and I can’t help but smirk. I love that I can so easily get him worked up.
“For now I’ll slow down, but I want your pussy on my fucking cock, London. My dick has been craving you for three goddamn months, and now your juicy ass is right in front of me. All I can think about is smacking it, biting it, and then eating that little cunt.”
Holy shit, I haven’t been talked to like that in a long time. God, now all I can think about is him doing those things to me. Fuck it.
I peel off my sweater dress. I want him to see my breasts first. I know they’ve gotten swollen from the pregnancy and he’ll love them. I nod, giving in, and he understands that he can do what he wants.
He tugs the cups of my bra underneath my breasts. My heart rate speeds up, pounding crazily, and I grow wetter knowing he’s going to take me.
He’s entranced, staring at my chest, grinning. Yeah, Cain’s definitely a tits and ass man.
“God, baby, those tits, fuck.” He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly.
He runs his hands over my stomach, pushing my leggings down as he goes. I’m not wearing any panties since I had leggings on. His palms rub over the juncture between my thighs, causing his head to pop back surprised.
“You were sitting across from me that whole time with no fucking panties? Jesus Christ, baby.” He pushes his index finger deep inside my heat, stroking me roughly, and my pussy convulses around it. It slides in easier when he pulls it out and thrusts it back in, his digit coated with my growing wetness.
He pants out a few breaths and practically growls. “London, you’re fucking soaked, and I felt your pussy suck my finger in deeper. Are you going to come for me already?”
He sucks my bottom lip between his and I close my eyes. A moan escapes; the amazing sensations are ripping through my body all at once.
“I’m close, Cain. You fingering me feels so fucking good. Put another one deep inside me, please.” I place my hand on top of his, pushing his fingers deep inside my core.
I slide my other hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his throbbing cock as he adds a third finger. Pulling his dick out of his jeans, I bend over enough to reach his length
Tilting my chin down, I bring him fully into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I swirl my tongue, flicking it against his head.
Within moments, he grabs my hair in his other hand and pulls me off his swollen cock, groaning, “That feels out of this world, sugar tits, but I want my cock inside your pussy, not busting in your mouth.”
I nod and step over toward the couch, but he stops me, pushing my body up against the wall again. Bending his knees just a touch, he places his palms under my thighs. He lifts me higher, bracing me against the wall, and drives his cock in deep.
My head flies back into the wall, a wild moan leaving my mouth at finally having him where he belongs. I’ve never been able to be quiet when it comes to him, like this.
“Ah, God, Cain.”
He’s seated so deeply inside that I feel filled to bursting. He barely pulls out and grinds his pelvis against my clit, repeating the movement. My pussy trembles with bliss, flooding his cock. My center clenches his length, milking him as much as I can.
“Fuck, Cain, I’m coming already,” I gasp out against his throat. My eyes roll heavenward from the electric sensations he sends coursing through my core.
“That’s fucking perfect, sweet cheeks. I can’t hold my shit in with you either. You feel so damn good, all I want to do is fill you up. I’m going to come so deep inside you.” He drives into me roughly, thrusting a good five times before his cock is throbbing. The warmth from his cum shoots out, painting my walls with him.
Cain makes a few sm
all thrusts to get the remaining cum inside me, and then he holds me to him tightly for a beat. A light sheen of sweat coats his body and he smells divine.
I rub my hands through his short, dark hair as he catches his breath, just gazing at him in wonderment. A grin overtakes my mouth at his sexy, disheveled appearance.
“Wow, Cain, that was insane. I feel like I should give you a balloon or something after that.”
He shakes his head and chuckles. “You watch too many damn movies, woman.”
He’s right, I do, but he enjoys them, too. I’m guilty of occasional movie quoting.
I squeeze his still flexed bicep and ask him about what I’ve been thinking of since he hugged me earlier. “Have you been working out more? You seem bigger to me, and you were also just holding me up like I’m a rag doll.”
I trail my fingers over his shirt clad stomach, finding the ridges of his abs. They’re the delicious result of endless crunches he likes to do in the mornings before he showers.
“Besides that juicy ass you have back there and that perfect set of tits, you’re a feather. I had a fight two weeks ago, so I may have bulked up a touch. We were waiting on the fight or else we would’ve been up here sooner.”
Geez, I’m glad he got delayed. I was staying with Cam a few weeks ago. Yeah, that would have been awkward.
I can’t believe I just had sex with Cain, and I’m freaking pregnant with Cameron’s baby. Ugh.
No, fuck Cameron. I’m going to enjoy every minute that I get with Cain while he’s here, pregnant or not. I may never get the chance to be with him again and I’ll regret it.
“How are your brothers doing? I miss seeing everyone at the clubhouse.”
My chest grows tight as I think of how welcoming everyone had been to me at the compound. I feel awful inside for not giving them a goodbye in person, like they deserved.
Cain lets me down gently and tugs my hand to have me sit on the couch next to him.
He shifts his body toward me so he can see me while he speaks. “They’re fine, sweet cheeks. I know Twist wants to see you. He tried acting like he was okay with you leaving, but I know that shit bothered him,” he admits softly, and it hurts my heart.
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