Chapter 6
London
I’m still stewing inside from when I told Cameron I’m pregnant. I can’t believe that asshole acted like that. I know it’s soon, but still. It’s not like I can help it, and I won’t even give abortion a thought.
I need to find a job, especially now since I won’t be living at Cam’s house. I knew from the beginning not to count on a stupid guy, but he kept spewing that bullshit about him taking care of me. He didn’t take care of me; he just liked being bossy.
Cain is the only man that ever remotely took care of me, and he’s just as wild as I am. Ugh, Cameron is infuriating. I tried to be on my best behavior for him all the time.
Back to Plan A, which is living in the apartment. That’s fine, I like my space anyhow. I would go back to my mom’s when Emily marries Tate, but Cameron is here and I refuse to be one of those baby mommas that takes off with the kid. My child will have a chance to know their daddy.
I wonder how Cain would have acted if he had been the father instead of Cameron? God, I fucking miss him. Every single day.
At least I don’t have to put up with Cam’s ass telling me to cover up all the time anymore. I’m going to dress so cute; I’m going to rock the shit out of this pregnant look.
First step is finding a job to work as much as possible right now. Then I need to look at all the child care places that have any programs to help students. I need to file to see if I can get a scholarship to let me live in family housing on campus. Also find out if there are any special grants for students with kids.
I can go during the summer, and that will get me one step closer to graduating. Once I graduate, I can find a good job and take care of my baby. I know Cameron will at least give me some money to help out with the kid, so that makes me feel a little hopeful.
Okay, I need to get dressed, and then I’m going to fill out applications everywhere in town.
****
Oh my God, I’m freaking exhausted, I just drove all over the place submitting my information and talking to whatever managers were available. One of the downfalls of being in a college town is there are no openings. It would appear that everyone and their damn brother is looking for a job.
Thank God for Tate. I ended up calling Emily and talked to him about it and it looks like I’m a new employee of his club, Tainted.
I know Cameron will probably flip when he finds out I’m working in the club. I think it’s going to be pretty funny. I’ll have to look for a different job once I start to show, but now I have time to search around. I’m sure Cameron will keep this a secret as long as possible, like his meetings he’s always jetting off to.
He was ignorant enough to believe that I was so oblivious, but I know he’s up to something. He probably has another chick or God knows what. Oh well, it’s his loss. I’m not about to fret over spilled milk, if you know what I mean.
I’m so glad I’m not madly in love with him or anything; it makes things so much easier. It sure is going to suck being tied to his ass until my kid turns eighteen, though. That part I could definitely live without.
I make myself some dinner which consists of me plopping my ass down in front of the TV and eating a giant bowl of Cocoa Pebbles cereal.
Shit. I’m going to have to actually start cooking with a kid. The baby can’t eat cereal all the time like I do; that’s not healthy.
I flip to that new movie, Gone Girl, which was made from a book. Epic—that chick was crazy and super smart. I wish I could come up with a small way to drive Cameron crazy with the way he acted when I told him I was pregnant.
I’m excited inside; I get to find out how far I am and have an ultrasound next week. I would invite Emily to come with me, but she’s too busy right now. It sucks Emily and I have grown apart some, but she’s had so much going on in her life. I don’t want to bother her more with my stuff, too.
I wake up to the TV playing some random movie. I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night after Gone Girl. It was a good movie; I definitely need to watch that again.
Emily calls and asks if I want to have lunch, but I lie and say I’m busy. It’s a shitty thing to do, but I’m not ready to tell her yet. I’ll probably wait until after the sonogram to let everyone know.
My phone rings again, and I see it’s my asshole brother calling. He’s not really an asshole; I’ve just always enjoyed calling him one.
Geez, guess I must be popular today, since everyone is suddenly remembering me.
I answer the phone loudly to piss him off. It’s my job as the little sister to drive him crazy. “What’s up, asshole?”
“What the hell, London? Don’t yell in the phone, dammit.”
“I’ll yell if I want to. You called me, remember? Why are you calling me anyhow?”
“Ugh, you’re such a pain in the ass. I’m doing my brotherly duties and checking on you.”
“I’m fine. Geez, you’d think I just got off Mom’s tit with the way you whine.”
“Oh, gross. God, what is wrong with you? Who says shit like that? Great, now I can’t stop thinking of Mom’s boobs. Thanks, ass face.”
“You’re welcome. What are little sisters for?”
“Well now, you’re supposed to be good for hooking me up with your friends, but your hot one is about to marry some Mafia guy, so looks like you fail. Please tell me you’re staying away from the Mafia goons over there? I think Mom would stroke out if she heard you were seeing one.”
“Nope, we quit seeing each other, so Mom can relax and not stroke out. Have you hit your head lately?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“I was hoping for some new piece of entertainment.”
“You’re a freaking weirdo. I’m kind of starting to miss your big head.”
“Yeah, and I miss your fish face.”
“Next time don’t be a bitch and call me to let me know you’re alive.”
“All right, I will. Sorry you were worried. Love you, brother.”
“I love you, too, sister. Later.”
“Later.” I hang up my cell and stare at it for a few seconds until I start bawling like a four year old who dropped her ice cream cone.
I miss my family. I miss my mom always being up my ass, and I miss my idiot brother always annoying me. We have never grown our relationship past the age of twelve. We still pick on each other and try to get each other in trouble. We pull pranks and call each other any name we can think of, but he’s also one of my best friends.
My mom would be cooking something right now if I were there and probably reading one of her smutty books. I need to plan a trip to visit soon.
Cain.
I wonder if I will run into him, if I do visit. I doubt it. I went for years and didn’t see him.
I could probably stop by and see Twizzler. I bet his crazy ass misses me and would want me to bring him his favorite Subway sandwich.
I don’t just miss Cain, but I also miss his MC brothers, too. He probably moved on a long time ago. I was so dumb to leave things like that. It’s too late now, though.
I jump in the shower because at this point if I don’t shave, I may need the help of a weed eater. I get cleaned up and doll my face up to head down to Tainted. I have to stop in and find out if I need anything for my new job and what my hours are.
I can’t wait to start working; I’ve been so bored. I’m used to working a lot and doing schoolwork at the same time. The past week I’ve been a total bum. I guess being sick is a valid excuse for not accomplishing anything. At least I’ve gotten caught up on the books in my Kindle.
I load up in my car and make my way over to the club. I absolutely love Tate’s clubs; they’re always huge and have awesome decor.
Walking into Tainted, I immediately notice how the walls are painted to look like blood is dripping down from the ceilings. There are booths along two of the far walls that surround the dance floor. The dance floor is painted so it looks as if it’s tipping when you walk on it. There’s also a large grand staircase leading upstairs, the kind that you see in those beautiful homes on TV.
On the second floor is the VIP deck. I’ve never seen it but imagine I will once I start working. It’s early, about eight p.m., so there aren’t very many people here.
The Eagles’ “Hotel California” is playing, and it gives the building a really creepy feeling when you walk in. It reminds me of a horror movie. I’m sure that was Tate’s plan, though. He really enjoys theme clubs.
Searching out the bar, I head over and give the bartender a look over. He’s freaking beautiful, that’s for sure. He’s really tall, I’d guess around six foot three or so, with a bright blue, spiked-up mohawk.
The man has on a plain white T-shirt, and you can see he’s covered in ink underneath. The dark wash jeans and bright red Chucks accent his look perfectly. I get closer and notice an eyebrow piercing as well.
Yummy.
He checks me out, doing the same thing I just did to him, and it makes me giggle to myself.
Yup, I’m your type, I know it. Too bad I have a bun in the oven, or I’d test that shit out in a heartbeat. I smirk at that thought.
“What can I do for you, baby doll?” his voice a sexy rumble. He sounds like he could be a singer.
“It’s London, Spike, and I need to talk to the manager here because I’m supposed to start working here soon.” I wink, and when he hears me call him Spike, he beams a gorgeous smile at me and chuckles.
I love a man with bright white teeth and sexy, plump lips.
“All right, Miss London, well, I’m not Spike, but you can call me Hawk, and that manager would be me, ma’am.” He shoots me a wicked grin and winks right back at me.
Oh, he’s going to be a flirt. I bet I’ll have fun working with him. Just the eye candy alone is a bonus.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hawk. When do you need me to start working, and what do I wear?”
“It’s more chill here than over at OO7. Get a black leather mini skirt and a sexy top. We like simple but hot. I’m sure you will figure it out. The first night, wear what I tell you. You’ll see what the other girls show up in and can go from there.”
He checks over a sheet behind the bar and then finishes, “Just play up your assets so you make more tips. The girls change up their outfits nightly. As for when, how about you start on Wednesday at seven? Get you a night of slow training in before it picks up on Thursday. I’ll be able to figure out where you will work best, too. Sound good?”
“Yeah, that sounds perfect, actually. Do you need me to fill out any paperwork or anything before then?”
He passes over a bar napkin and a pen. When his arms get closer I can really see all the colors in his tattoos. It’s like looking at a comic book on his arm; it’s beyond gorgeous work. He must have spent a lot of time in sessions to get ink like that.
Hawk shakes his head and nods at the napkin. “No, you do that on Wednesday before your shift. Just write your number here in case anything changes so I can call and update you.”
I do as he says, leaving my cell and name down and slide it back across the bar to him. I gaze back up at his handsome face and bite my lip. He just exudes hotness.
“Okay, great, thank you.”
“No problem. See you Wednesday, London.”
I smile widely and nod. He winks at me and I turn to leave. As I’m walking away, I hear him mumble low, “Mmm, mm, mmm.”
Yep, I still have it. I do a fist pump inside and give my hips a little extra shake as I walk outside.
I am headed to my car when I hear a familiar voice. I duck down so they don’t see me beside my car. Damn it!
“Cameron, you’re so crazy! Here in the parking lot? But someone could see us! Hahaha okay, you win.” She has an annoying, high-pitched voice.
I peek over at them and can see him kissing her neck. Ugh, what a fucking dog.
I’m pregnant with his kid, and he’s busy with some stupid hussy. Screw this shit, I’m so out of here. I swear, if he shows up when I’m working, I’m calling Tate’s ass to kick him out.
I drive back to the apartment quickly, since I’m pissed off. Men are so freaking stupid. I know I left him and haven’t talked to him since, but geez, at least wait a few days before knocking boots with someone else. I know I don’t love him, and technically we’re not together, but I’m hormonal.
I decide the best therapy is for me to exercise, so I kill myself doing lunges and squats for thirty minutes then stretch out my muscles for a while. It’s an easy way to tire out a pregnant lady for bed through leg punishment.
Next, I take a warm bubble bath and smooth Paris Amore lotion all over my skin. There’s nothing like taking a relaxing bath and smelling good.
I don’t need a man, little one. I have you, and I’m content with us. I finish off my night with a bowl of chocolate swirl ice cream with fresh strawberries cut up and another movie. This time I fall asleep with a smile to one of my absolute favorites, Stepbrothers.
****
It’s around lunchtime when I get a text from the last person I was ever expecting to hear from. My heart speeds up, and my stomach twirls inside when I see his name appear. I blink a few times quickly, making sure it’s real, and exhale a deep breath before opening his message.
Cain: Hey baby. I’m in Knoxville for a week. Are you here at the college?
Holy shit, he’s here? For a whole week, too.
Cain: Come on and talk to me London Layla Traverson. Twist is here with me, too, and wants to visit with you.
Me: Cain? Why are you in town? Is it just you and Twist or all of your brothers?
Cain: Hey baby.
Cain: Twist, 2 piece, Capone and Ares are with me.
Me: Okay, I can meet you at a coffee shop called ‘A Sip of Heaven’ by the college, if that’s okay?
Cain: Okay.
Me: When do you want to meet?
Cain: Is thirty minutes good for you?
Me: Yes, that will work for me. I’ll see you shortly.
Oh my God. That was the absolute last thing I would’ve expected to happen today. Thank God I showered last night after my workout so all I have to do is change my clothes.
Shit! What am I going to freaking wear? I haven’t seen him in three months. Ah, I need more time! I would wear one of his favorite outfits, but it’s freaking cold as hell outside right now, and I would freeze.
I settle on some three-inch black suede booties, leopard print leggings, and a black sweater dress. I leave my hair down and straight because it’s his favorite then spritz myself with my green apple-looking bottle of DKNY and check my makeup one last time.
I apply my Beauty Rush red Sparklemint lip gloss and smack my lips a few times. That’s pretty much as good as it’s going to get right now. It’s time for me to go and meet Cain.
On the drive to A Sip of Heaven, I’m so excited or nervous or something that I feel like I want to puke. I hope he’s not still angry with me. His text message didn’t seem angry, though.
I wonder if his brothers will be with him. They would look kind of out of place in the coffee shop. I giggle out loud at that thought.
What will we talk about? Will he hug me? I wonder if he has a chick with him.
No, I know Cain would never make me uncomfortable like that, even if he is pissed off at me.
I pull into the parking lot and notice that I’ve made it in perfect time.
Glancing over, I see his black, custom-made baby is parked in a spot a few over from where I am. God, I miss being on that bike with him.
Okay, you can do this, London, deep breath.
I look up and jump in my seat. He must have been watching for me, because he’s standing right outside the door waiting for me to get out.
Shit! I stumble out of the car a little and grab my bag. I’m so nervous to see him and I don’t know why. When I turn around, he’s beside me and he closes my door for me.
Cain lightly grabs onto my elbow to help keep me upright, and I draw in a breath at his touch. I have to close my eyes tightly for a moment and remind myself that this is really happening.
He used to always hold my arm when I walked in my super tall heels. Holy fuck, he looks good. Jesus, did he get buffer as well? His smile, oh, how I missed that beautiful smile of his. I gaze up into his eyes. He’s less than a foot away from me, and I can feel his body heat radiating off him in waves.
“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 with 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 small 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.
I’m such a bitch. Twist has always been good to me, and I didn’t even send him a birthday card last month.
I swallow, remaining quiet for a minute before I respond. “I know. I felt really bad not being able to tell them all goodbye.”
He looks all over my face and nods slowly then looks at the ground.
“I’m kind of surprised he didn’t come up after your ass to make sure you’re okay. You know he thinks of you as his little sister.”
“I know, but you said he’s here now, so we can have lunch or something.”
He glances over at me and gives me a small smile. “Actually, we can head over to the hotel and get my shit. You can visit with him there, if that’s cool?”
“Yes, that’s fine. Can we stop by Subway on the way, though?”
I want to get Twizzler his favorite sandwich with his other favorite: macadamia nut cookies. I’ll get a bunch of assorted cookies to take for the other boys to snack on, too.
Cain rolls his eyes and huffs out, “I swear, did your ass ever bring me lunch as much as you brought him those damn sandwiches? You’d think he was your man, but I was the one providing you with dick all the time.”
I laugh—what an ass. “Oh, giving me dick, huh? I’m pretty sure I remember you offering it up quite willingly. Over here acting like you sacrificed or something. There are many times you got a quickie on the side of the road somewhere.” I grin, peering up at him.
I missed this—our back and forth banter. We used to have so much fun together. He was always quick at getting me to burst out laughing at random times. We got stared at like we were nuts by so many people while in the grocery store, I’ll never forget it.
“Hell yeah. I gave you that shit, baby. No one was ever allowed on my cock but you.” He kisses my lips tenderly, and I respond by lightly biting his chin.
“Grr…” He grumbles and I giggle. “Come on, you know that shit will get you spanked. We need to get my bag.” He grabs my jacket off the arm of the chair and helps me into it. Then pulls my hood up, covering my hair up, and ties it under my chin like I’m a kid. It makes me feel cherished.
Cain slips into his leather jacket and zips it up. He’s so sweet to me, even looking like a total bad ass.
He wraps his arm around me while we walk to his bike and holds my hand while I climb on behind him so I keep my balance. He’s always been so thoughtful, and I never realized it before.
I place my arms around his hips, holding on tightly, and bury my face into the back of his jacket. I breathe him in. God, I missed him so much.
I’m so damn grateful I get this chance to spend some time with Cain. I need him so badly right now.
He revs the engine and takes off, causing me to squeal a little, and I feel his chest vibrate with him laughing at me.
Best sound ever.