CHAPTER SIX
CAIN
It had been a week since I first sunk my cock into her juicy folds. I had watched her dancing every night since then. She’d gotten more confident on the stage, even having her own routine. She had this sweet and sexy dance going on that I’m pretty sure Jade had talked her into. She was dressed in leather straps and silk nighties and everything you want from a submissive.
“If you look any harder your eyes may pop out of their sockets.”
Jade leaned on the bar next to me and I grimaced. “You’re a bitch.”
“Please. Like I don’t know what you want. I’ve known you for many years now, Cain Scardino. And that,” she nodded over to where Sophia was sliding down a pole sending my cock into spasms, “is something you want badly.”
“It’s none of your business what I want.”
She smirked. “True,” she slid closer to me and whispered, “but I also know what she wants.”
My eyes met hers, narrowing in on her. “She said something to you?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Stop being a bitch and tell me.”
“Stop calling me a bitch and I might let it slip out.”
I smirked. “Who are you kidding? You love bringing out your bitch.”
I had known Jade for a long time. She was tough and she loved to intimidate men. I guess it came with her job. She needed to be rough in order to protect herself. Being called a bitch was a compliment to Jade, especially if it meant she was grating on our nerves. I never saw her with a man, and the only man I ever saw her acting ladylike like with, was Knox. The fucker had her wrapped around his little finger, yet he didn’t even realize it.
She smiled. “It comes with the lifestyle.”
“So, are you gonna tell me?”
“Only if you’re nice to me,” she winked.
“What do you want?”
“I want a free tattoo. Right…here,” she pointed to the dimple on her lower back.
I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes, really. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”
I eyed her, but she looked sincere. “Okay. Deal. Now tell me.”
“Sophia’s a good woman, Cain. I don’t know why, but I feel like she needs a good man by her side.”
I took a swig of my beer and grunted. “I’m not a good man.”
“You’re as good as they come, Cain. You sure do have your kinks, but you’ve got a decent heart.”
“I don’t need a cling-on, Jade.”
“You’re right. What you need is a woman. A real woman. One who’ll get you out of that depressing state you’ve put yourself into.”
“What the fuck?”
“Come on! Like we haven’t noticed. Ever since that girl left you, you’ve been pouting like a little princess. I haven’t seen you take anybody into that secret room you have in a while. It’s time to get it up, Scardino.”
I nearly spit out my beer. “What the fuck do you know?” I asked wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I get a lot of pussy…including hers.”
“I’m not talking about pussy, Cain. I know you can get any you want. Shit! I’m talking about more than that. You deserve to be happy. That girl,” she nodded once again to the stage. “she’s happiness.”
“Just because you know about my past, doesn’t give you the right…”
“Whatever!” she cut me off with a wave of her hand. “Do what you want? But don’t act all tough around me, Cain Scardino. I’ve seen your ass cry.”
She left me wide eyed and open mouthed as she turned her back and left me. I stared at her back and blinked twice.
Jade was a conundrum. She ate men like me up for breakfast, yet she wanted what was best for the Hell’s Lovers. It’s true, she’d seen me at my worst moment of weakness. I don’t know if I actually cried, but I was drunk so if I did, it doesn’t fucking count.
It was right after Elena had left me. The woman had been my everything since we were in high school. Seventeen years and it all went down the drain, all because she decided to fall in love with someone else. She told me she needed excitement in her life, and apparently, I wasn’t enough for her. She said the military and the MC consumed too much of my time. Fuck that, another cock consumed too much of hers.
I should have known. Our relationship wasn’t the same as when we were younger. We grew apart, and my time spent as a Seal had only put stress on the relationship. She’d grown bitter and downright hostile with me. Instead of the loving wife I once had, I’d come home to a woman who was angry with me, yet I never knew why. I had taken up the bottle for the last couple years in our marriage, trying to forget what I’d seen and what I’d done out in the desert. In a way, she was right. I preferred to be with my brothers than with her. They never asked questions, but yet were somehow there for me.
After she left, I became a mess. The only one who pulled me through it was fucking Jade. The woman knew exactly how to toughen a man up. I had to admit, I was grateful to the wench. She listened to me and told me to get over it. If I didn’t, I was going to drown in sorrow and liquor. She had been right, I needed to move on with my life.
But now...shit, at thirty-five...I was tired. I didn’t want to start over again. Three years ago, I sold the house I had built with my own two hands, the one I gave Elena as a wedding gift. I sold it and gave her half what it cost, then I moved into Ravenous. I took the money I had gotten from the house and set up the Hell’s Lovers tattoo parlor. After I started rebuilding my life I realized how much Elena had constricted it. She didn’t like me tattooing, she wanted me to go into business. My patches were not allowed in the house, my bike was not allowed in our driveway and I was forced to keep it at Ravenous. We had different paths in life, and by the time we hit thirty, we weren’t seeing eye to eye.
Now that I look at it, it was for the best. I can do what I want, when I want, and I don’t have to report to anyone. I was my own boss and that’s how I liked it. I had loved Elena, but she wasn’t what I needed. Even in bed, she was somewhat of a prude. Anything other than missionary and she was freaking out calling me a pervert. I had to curb my appetite for the BDSM scene early on in our relationship, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until the divorce.
After talking to Wolf, I convinced him to give me my own private room, and it had been fucking perfect. In the last few years I was able to indulge in any fucking perversion I wanted, all while getting back at Elena. So I bought all the toys I needed and became who I was. After word spread, women sought me out like the plague. I was known for being a kinky motherfucker, and I didn’t give a shit. I even had some of our members wanting to learn exactly what I did, so they could practice on some of the girls here.
I was the one who set the rules, and if anyone broke one, they’d have to answer to me. None of our women were to be hurt and all our members knew this. They also knew that when they signed that contract with us, blood would be paid with blood.
It was fun, playing Dom, but the women who came to me just didn’t do it for me anymore. They were almost too easy to please, or maybe it was just that there was no connection. I already knew what their body wanted and the monotony of it quickly got boring. Until Sophia. I could tell she had never been in the scene before and just the fact that she had cum on my cock like that, told me it had been a long time since she’d felt that kind of pleasure.
She was a curious kitten, and if I had my way, I would have her bent over turning her luscious globes a nice bright red. My eyes went to the back of the bar where she stood with Jade. I always knew where she was, it was like my body was a magnet to hers. The feeling became even more intense after we fucked. Tonight she looked fucking amazing in thigh high leather boots and her tiny black shorts. Her sparkly top did nothing to hide those mouthwatering tits.
As my eyes travelled along the length of her body, her gaze suddenly caught mine. I fully turned towards her and winked at her. The sexy vixen blushed and looked down at her hands before continuing her conversation with Jade.
I smiled and took a sip of my beer. It would definitely be a sweet view to have her down on all fours just for me. I saw her glancing over at me and I lifted my beer and nodded to her. I knew I was teasing her. I wanted her to come over, but I didn’t think she would. She wanted me to chase her, she wanted me to take charge and there was something powerful in that. But I had to admit, I had my reservations. There was also something else about her, a gut feeling I guess you could say. She was hiding something from me. I could see it in her eyes, in the way she would look around the place, in how uncomfortable she was. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew it was better for me to stay away. At least for now.