“True,” he says, dropping his hand. I have to restrain myself from snatching it back to my face. He turns away from me and walks to the window that overlooks the street. “Yet you tried to make it right. Maybe you didn’t go about it all in the correct order, but you were doing what you thought was best without intent to hurt. You were trying to save everyone in the end, and I have to respect that.”
I hold my breath, afraid to even try to hope what this all means. He flew here… to see me.
To accept my apology.
Give me understanding.
“I was wrong in not giving you the benefit of the doubt,” he says quietly as he looks out the window.
To apologize? He’s apologizing to me?
“No, that’s not true,” I say quickly, clasping my hands in front of me. “You had a terrible experience in your past that was guiding you. The woman you loved betrayed you in a terrible way. I get why you couldn’t so easily give me the benefit of the doubt.”
Cain’s head snaps to me, and his eyes narrow a bit. “I never loved Rachel.”
“You didn’t?”
How is that possible?
He turns his head back and looks out the window, pulling down on the wooden blind slat to get a better look. “I never felt for her what I feel for you.”
My head spins. A kernel of hope-filled yearning forms, and then bursts open in my chest.
He tilts his head, his eyes scanning the street. “This is a nice neighborhood,” he says casually, perplexing me greatly. “I could see us living here.”
“What?” I ask, my voice clogged with confusion.
“If you won’t come back to Jackson with me, I could move here.” He turns from the window and looks at me, eyes naked with an honest offer.
“I don’t understand,” I squeak out.
I so don’t fucking understand what’s going on here.
Cain takes two long steps, and he’s back in front of me. His hands come to my face and he pulls me in a few inches, bending his head closer to me. “Sloane… I don’t know if I really understand what love is… but I’m feeling something inside of me for you that has to be something close to it. Maybe it is it. All I know is that I’ve been a fucking moron, according to Bridger, and I’ve come to the very late realization that I have to have you in my life. I seriously can’t go another day without you, and I’m really sorry I didn’t come to this brutal conclusion earlier. So I flew here with the hopes of talking you into coming back to Wyoming with me, but if you won’t, I can relocate here. If you’ll have me, that is. If you’ll forgive me for being such a monumental prick to you, and give me another chance.”
“Oh, wow,” I breathe out, letting every bit of hopelessness and misery seep out. “Just… wow.”
“Do you?” he gently asks. “Forgive me?”
“Yes,” I whisper as I start to melt. My hands come to his chest to rest against the steady beat of his heart.
“Can you?” His head bends, brushing his lips against mine.
“Can I what?” My hands curl into his shirt, gripping hard as I feel my legs start to go weak.
“Can you love me?” Another whisper of his lips against mine.
“Yes,” I say with a smile. “I can totally do that.”
Then he kisses me deeply, holding my face so I don’t think to pull away.
But I would never think to do that.
“Will you?” he says against my mouth, lips brushing back and forth. He leans his head away from me so he can look into my eyes.
“Will I what?”
His eyes are almost pleading. “Come back to Wyoming with me? Make a new life with me there?”
Chapter 33
Cain
“I’m so fucking horny right now, I’m pretty much guaranteed to attack you the minute we get in the house,” I tell Sloane with all honesty.
“Why ever would that be?” she asks sarcastically as I pull into my driveway and shut off the engine to my truck.
“Because you’ve been squirming in that seat the entire ride from the airport. The way you’re shifting around… little tiny groans that you’re trying to suppress but I can hear all too clearly. My dick feels like it’s going to break.”
“Well, that’s what you get when you insisted I wear this ass plug,” she gripes at me, but she has a tiny smile on her face so I know she’s not hating it all that much.
It’s true… I’m horny as fuck because I know she’s a hot, squirming mess with that plug wedged in deep. But that’s what she gets for denying me the last two days we’ve been at her mom’s house in Tennessee. While Sloane had no qualms about returning to Wyoming with me, and her mom was happy to see her happy, we stayed a few days so that Sloane could spend some time with her. It was my absolute pleasure to tell both women they didn’t have to worry about an article from Revealed magazine, telling them all about Bridger’s little talk with Sloane’s editor.
So yeah… absolute torture the last two days sleeping in a bed with Sloane but not being able to fuck her. She said it was out of respect for her mom, and I got that, sure. But damn… my balls ache with need for her, especially after knowing that plug is getting her ready for me.
As soon as we got off the plane in Jackson, I pulled her over to the restrooms, reached into my carry-on suitcase, and pulled out the plug and a bottle of lube. I shoved it into her hand, and she almost dropped the items. She looked absolutely so stunned to see them in her palm. Glancing around like a crazy woman, she desperately closed both hands over the offending items, hoping no one was looking.
“Go in the bathroom and put that in,” I told her gruffly, my cock already swollen and making an embarrassing bulge in my jeans. “We’re going to seal this deal by you giving me your cherry when we get to our house.”
For a brief moment, there were all kinds of fight and denial in her eyes, but apparently, she was so touched by the words “our house” that she gave me a red-cheeked nod and scrambled off into the bathroom. I had to restrain myself from rubbing my crotch as I imagined her getting that thing in all by herself in the bathroom, which I know isn’t easy but can definitely be done with enough determination.
The absolute persistence she must have had, because I did go up one size larger.
She came out of the bathroom with a flushed face and an awkward walk. I asked her how it felt, and she growled at me. My dick got harder.
I pull the key out of the ignition, and Sloane turns her head to look at me. I know she’s feeling all kinds of uncomfortable right this minute, but she looks at me with pure adoration. “I’m glad you came after me.”
“Welcome home,” I murmur, leaning over to kiss her softly.
She sighs into me but I pull away, sweet romance done with for right now.
I pull Sloane into the house. We leave her bags in the back of my truck, and I’m not even sure I close the front door behind us. Drag her down the hall and into “our” bedroom, using rough hands to jerk her clothes off.
“Get on the bed,” I tell her gruffly, pulling at my own shirt. Not very seductive but I’ve got a lifetime to show her all the ways I can be with her.
Sloane crawls onto the bed while I pull my shoes and pants off. I hastily dig through the drawer of my bedside table, standing up straight with a bottle of lube in my hand. When I turn to look at her, I groan and almost shoot my load right there.
She’s on her knees, elbows to the mattress, and ass tipped up high in the air. Grinning at me with her cheek pressed to the pillow and a lock of hair over one of her brilliant blue eyes, she says. “Your ass awaits, sir.”
I walk up to the bed and smooth a hand down her back, over the swell of her ass, where I give it a squeeze. “As much as I like you in that position, turn over on your back, baby. We’re doing this face to face so I can watch your face when I pop that virgin ass.”
She groans over my crudity but flips over on her back, her legs pressed primly together.
I walk to the end of the bed, throw the lube down by her h
ip, and pull her apart by the ankles. She has one hand lightly resting on her flat tummy, the other arm crooked by her head with her index finger trapped between her white teeth. She looks at me coyly, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
It causes me to hesitate, just basking in the stunning creature before me that is all mine.
Forever.
Yup… forever.
I crawl onto the mattress between her legs and lower my weight onto her, causing her to pull her hand away from her stomach. Dipping my head, I bring my mouth to hers and give her a searing kiss. Her hands come to the back of my neck, and she arches up into me as she accepts my tongue.
Slipping one hand between her legs, I brush my fingers through her folds, not surprised in the least that they are dripping wet. I know the plug may have been a tad uncomfortable during the car ride home, but I also know it was causing skitters of pleasure within her the entire time. The fact that she’s so wet tells me that I’m not just taking her gift, but she’s also giving it to me with relish.
And while my ultimate goal is to take Sloane’s last remaining virginal element, my cock wants inside her too desperately at the moment. I rotate my hips, she spreads her legs a little further, and I start to push my way inside her slick pussy.
“Mmmmm,” Sloane murmurs against my tongue. “More.”
I give her and myself more, because it feels so fucking good having that wet heat pull me in toward nirvana. I slide inch after inch of my cock in, deeper until I’m bottomed out and grinding against her. Every press of my pelvis against hers pushes her ass into the mattress and the plug gets jostled within her.
I have no game plan other than to make Sloane feel good. That will naturally make me feel good.
My hips start pumping, wet flesh smacking, moans filling the air. I slip a hand in between our bodies, find Sloane’s clit, and start to rub against it while I fuck her harder. She pants into my mouth as I continue to kiss her, and I can feel her heart slamming against mine through the skin and bone separating them as our chests are mashed together.
“I’m… Cain… I’m going to come,” she manages to mutter against my lips, and I slam into her harder.
Sloane’s hips punch upward as her back arches off the bed. She gives a cry of ecstasy, a sob of relief, and her body starts to shudder. I pull my head up and watch as her eyes roll back under her lids as she orgasms. Pressing my knees into the mattress, I put a hand under her ass and raise it off the mattress. With my other hand, I reach behind her and grasp onto the plug, pulling it out slowly as her body shakes and trembles. Her eyes fly open as the plug is removed, and she lets out another hoarse cry, bucking against the sensation.
“Oh, God… Oh, God…” she mutters over and over again, her head thrashing left and right against the mattress.
Fucking sexy as hell.
I pull my cock out of Sloane’s heat. She’s so far gone in the throes of a never-ending orgasm that she doesn’t seem to notice. I grab the lube, flipping the cap with my thumb. A steady stream pours onto her pussy. “Lift your legs, baby. Spread them apart for me.”
Sloane raises her head from the mattress and looks at me with bleary eyes, but she complies. I stick my fingers under the stream of lube, catch a bit, and then toss the bottle aside. I smooth my slick fingers over her pussy, and she shudders again. I push my fingers down further, rub them over the tender skin from there to her tight hole, and gently massage in tiny circles.
“Feels good,” she murmurs, rotating her hips and bringing her hands underneath her knees to help hold her legs open. It’s wanton and filthy looking, and my cock weeps from the sight.
Speaking of cock… I fist it with lubed fingers, place one hand on the mattress, and lean forward. I guide the tip of my shaft right to her anus, rubbing all around it, and she mewls like a starved kitten.
“Deep breath, Sloane,” I urge her. She sucks in a lungful, drawing my eyes briefly from my cock against her ass to those perfect tits with pebbled nipples. “Let it out slowly.”
She does and my gaze drags back down to the erotic sight of my hard cock getting ready to plunder her ass.
I grit my teeth, push forward… right through her tight ring that was mercifully loosened a bit from the plug. My eyes shoot up, seeing Sloane with her brow glistening with sweat and her lower lip between her teeth. She has her head lifted off the pillow, and she’s looking down between our legs with wide-eyed curiosity mixed with apprehension.
“Easy,” I gentle her and push further in.
“Oh… wait… ow,” she gasps out. I still, looking up at her while she adjusts. I’ve got no more than the fat head of my dick in her, but I know she’s struggling.
“Want me to stop?” I whisper.
She shakes her head frantically. “No. Feels way better than it hurts. Give me more.”
Oh, thank fuck… I don’t think I can stop.
Sweat beads along one temple and slides down my jaw. I push in deeper, one, two, three more inches. Sloane chokes out a pleasured sob as my cock slides along her delicate nerve endings inside. She’s past the point of pain, and I know this because she lifts her hips, trying to get me deeper.
I comply, and I slide completely in, bottoming out with a grunt of pleasure. “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I mutter as I drop the other hand to the mattress and just hold myself within her.
Sloane’s eyes are fluttering, on the verge of closing in uncontrolled ecstasy. I’m going to lose her soon, I know, so I make sure she understands something very important.
“Sloane… baby,” I say, and her eyes slowly open, eventually focusing on my own. “This ass is mine and no one else’s. Ever.”
Her brows draw inward. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… if you want us to play around again… with Bridger, Rand, Logan… I’m okay with that as long as no one ever touches this ass.”
“You still want to… do that?” she asks in astonishment, and while I’m not one who normally likes to converse during my cherry ass fucking, this needs to be said.
“Maybe,” I hedge. “We both have memberships to the club. I like kinky shit, and now I know you do too. I’m open to it.”
Because yes, Bridger held Sloane’s job at The Wicked Horse, and while I don’t think she’ll work there forever, it means I could pull her over there for a quick fuck on our break if I wanted to. That thought causes my cock to jerk inside of her a bit, sort of chomping on the bit to let loose.
And this is what she really needs to hear, because this is the most important part and really doesn’t have a damn thing to do with us playing with others. “I trust you. Implicitly. I can separate out the kink from the love, so if you want to try some stuff at The Silo, you just tell me what you want and I’ll deliver.”
Sloane’s head comes further off the mattress as she peers at me, now seemingly oblivious that my cock is wedged deep in her ass. “Why do you trust me? How? After everything—”
I cut her off with a punch of my hips against her ass, reminding her there is a big dick filling her up. She groans, but I ignore it. “Because of everything you risked and sacrificed. You put me above your career, your mother… you wanted me after I was a prick. I love you and with that comes complete trust. If you want something that’s out of the bounds of normalcy, and it makes you feel good, I’ll always give it to you.”
Sloane’s eyes turn so tender that my heart actually starts thumping like a happy puppy’s tail. She gives a slight shake of her head and says, “I think I’m going to pass on having any other men play with us. You’re more than enough for me, but… I’m not averse to playing in the club with you.”
And that is something I can happily live with.
“Sounds like a plan then,” I tell her with a smile.
She lifts her head up further, and I meet her mouth with mine.
My life is complete.
Epilogue
Rand
I walk through The Silo, turning the lights off behind me as I go. Normally
, this would fall to Bridger or Cain, but neither one is around tonight. Bridger’s attending some party out at the compound for the Mayhem’s Mission motorcycle club, which translates into fucking some free pussy unassociated with The Silo. While this is Bridger’s baby, sometimes I get the feeling that his “duties” here wear on him.
Sometimes, it seems he actually hates “servicing” some people, but maybe I’m trying to read something into the situation. Regardless, he’s not here and neither is Cain.
He just flew back from Tennessee today and he’s shacked up with Sloane, I’m sure still hammering out the necessary apologies that woman deserves from him.
Cute couple though. I figured out of all of us dudes, he’d be one of the last to drop given his history with Rachel, but what the fuck do I know? I’m definitely unlucky in love, but I’m okay if it never comes my way. I’ve got friends, a great job, and all the kinky fuckery I could ever imagine.
I snicker to myself, thinking about that.
Kinky fuckery.
Some chick said that the other night while Logan and I were both doing her, and we thought it was hilarious. She said she it was a term in one of her favorite books, but whatever.
It totally describes what happens within the walls of this circular building.
I make my way down the short hallway to the exit door, flipping down the switch of the sconce lighting and pushing the door open. The air is crisp and smells refreshing. Cleans the soul kind of good because sometimes when I walk out of The Silo, I feel like it’s tainted by the things I do.
But again, whatever. I might feel dirty at times, but some of the shit I dip my wick into also feels fucking amazing.
I pull the door closed and ensure the lock is engaged. Security’s become more important now than ever given that fuckwad Colton Stokes blabbing his mouth. Of course, on one hand, you could say it was a good thing because it brought Sloane Preston to our neck of the woods. Not only was she a fantastic fuck, and I hope Cain lets me in on that again, but it’s also made my buddy super happy. So maybe Colton just deserved an ass whipping instead of the murder I’d like to dole out to him for threatening our existence.
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