12. Cain
Chapter Twelve
CAIN
After dinner, I spent the day clothes shopping for Wisteria Jean so she would be ready for tonight. Armed with just her measurements, I bought enough things to hold her over for a couple weeks—even got underthings, stockings, socks, and tons of shoes. I put everything in her closet, where we now stood, arguing. Because it wouldn’t be a complete day with Wisteria Jean Flowers if her stubborn ass didn’t argue with at least two of us.
“Cain, I can’t accept these! They’re way too expensive, and I can’t afford them.”
“Baby girl, we bought them for you. You don’t have to pay us back,” I say for the second time.
“I’m not a charity case!” she shouts.
I pull a beautiful sapphire blue dress from the closet that I picked myself. It’s knee length, with billowy sleeves and a modest neckline, that still makes her rack look amazing. The personal shopper even told me how tasteful it is.
“Wisteria, you don’t have anything appropriate for the gatherings, and we want to do this for you. We want you to have nice things because you deserve them. Think of it as a payback for how shitty we were toward you when you were excommunicated.”
Her face goes from annoyed to downright furious, with dipped brows and her eyes as bright as a bonfire.
“Do you think I’m a fucking sugar baby? That you can just pay me off with expensive things so you don’t have to feel guilty for being an asshole?”
For fuck’s sake, that was the wrong thing to say.
“Well Christ, baby girl, things will go to hell in a handbasket if you think shit like that. Give the hamster wheel in your brain a break. You need clothes, we got you clothes. It’s that simple .”
She crosses her arms, the way she used to when we were kids. “I am not wearing a single thing from that closet?—“
“Just wear the damn dress and stop acting like a crazy woman! We have to be there in an hour!” I shout, losing my patience with her.
I’d say Wisteria is as stubborn as a mule, but she makes mules want to come to the bargaining table.
We argue, yelling at each other until she starts laughing like a lunatic.
“What’s going on? I can hear you two hollering from downstairs,” Colin asks as he stands in the doorway. “We have to meet Jude in an hour.”
“She won’t wear anything we bought her because she thinks it makes her a sugar baby—it’s ridiculous.” And it is.
“Wisteria Jean, you’re not a sugar baby or a gold digger or any variation because we bought you clothes after we practically abducted you from your home,” Colin explains to her, in his calm tone.
He always had a way of taming her when she was being unreasonable.
“You did abduct me,” she huffs.
“You’re back home, after being gone for so long.” He wraps his arms around her and kisses her forehead. “Why not let us welcome you home the right way? We want you to be comfortable, so we designed a beautiful suite for you to stay in, so you’d feel at home. The clothes are the same thing—our way of making you feel at home.”
“Wait, you guys made that room just for me? I thought it was a guest room?”
“It was, but once we planned to bring you home, we spent a couple weeks customizing it for you. We brought in those bookshelves and updated the bathroom. Painted the walls. We wanted you to feel like you belonged here,” I admit.
Her lips pout as she mulls it over, and I hold my breath. I really hope Colin can work his magic right now, because I’m an inch away from forcing her into the dress and dragging her there.
She exhales a sigh, then takes the hanger from me. “I guess it’s okay.”
She goes back into her walk-in closet and opens up the tall chest of drawers, picking a high waisted pair of red lace panties and a matching bra. After she takes her clothes off and throws them in the hamper, she holds the bra in her hands. Her fingers run over the material and she smiles.
“This lace is so soft,” she breathes.
Wisteria’s body is a feast for my ravenous eyes. Ample, perky tits I want to suffocate me. Creamy, thick thighs. An ass that can stop traffic. Is her pale skin just as soft? Before I can stop myself, I move behind her, running my hand up her hip and grabbing her waist.
“So are you,” I rasp in her ear. I lick the shell and nibble at it, and she melts into me.
I grind myself into her, kissing my way down her neck as I run my hands to her ass. My fingers graze in between her asscheeks and it takes all my self control not to start something I can’t finish. We have to meet Jude at the gathering house in an hour.
Colin steps in front of her, trapping her in between us. His hands run up her collarbone, then her neck. He cups her face and brings their lips together in a slow, searing kiss. I see her hooded lids, her gaze dopey and wanting in the mirror. My fingers go lower, until they swirl in her wetness.
She’s so wet… My baby girl is a filthy, dripping mess, just for us.
“Please,” she begs.
“No,” I tease her by running my finger over her clit.
She whines into Colin’s mouth as he kisses her again, this time weaving his fingers through her hair. He wraps it around his fist tugging her back when she tries to break away. As I torturously drag my fingers over her clit, I feel her need bubbling inside her, rising to the boiling point. She’s a kettle on the brink of whistling.
Colin finally breaks their kiss, leaning over her head to kiss me. His kisses are always all-consuming, but this kiss is downright filthy and promises something wicked. It’s a silent whisper of his innate, feral need to dominate her. I may be the happy-go-lucky one of the group, but I’m always down for one of Colin’s games with Wisteria. It’ll be just like old times.
“Cain, how much did you argue with Wisteria Jean about the clothes?” he asks.
“She was pretty stubborn,” I answer.
“And did she thank you for taking time out of your day to shop for her, especially when she couldn’t? You put a lot of time and effort into picking out some nice things…”
“No,” I shake my head.
“Hmmm,” he thinks aloud. He lets go of her hair and paces around the spacious closet. “Orgasms are for good girls, and I don’t think we should reward her for acting that way.” He gives her a stern look, and she pouts.
“Thank you, Cain, for getting me such beautiful clothes. I’m just so overwhelmed…this is a lot ,” she murmurs as she gives me her most innocent, wide-eyed face. She fiddles with the charm bracelet on her wrist, clinking them together.
I grew up with Wisteria, and I know that expression is fake. But that doesn’t make it any less potent. It doesn’t make my cock softer or the blood pounding through my veins slow down.
“Anything for you, baby girl, but don’t think that’s gonna change our minds.” She sighs, then looks at Colin again, imploring him with her saddest puppy dog eyes.
He stands next to me, leaving his hip against the dressing counter. “If you’re good tonight, maybe we can revisit this. For now, I think you need to think about the consequences of your actions.”
My cock presses to my zipper, begging to be freed. As desperate as it is to sink into Wisteria, Colin is right. She needs to learn how things are going to be. We’re going to take care of her. Protect her. And tell her no. She won’t always get her way like she used to.
Before I can sulk, he grabs my collar and pulls me in for a kiss. He nips my bottom lip before unzipping my pants and freeing me. His firm grip is enough to already have me on edge.
“Take what you need to get dressed and leave. Finish getting ready,” Colin orders her.
She opens her mouth to protest, but one punishing look from him has her huffing as she picks out a pair of tan boots and leaves. Colin closes the door, then returns to me.
“Did you think I’d leave you wanting?” he asks me in a knowing way, his lips right at my ear.
“No, but I wanted both of you. Like we used to do…”
He spits in his hand, using it to slide down my length. He moves in steady, sure strokes that have me bucking into his hand, chasing a release I desperately need.
“I promise you, we’ll have the rest of our lives to do all the things we want to do,” he croons as he nips at my neck. “To each other…” I set his hair free, running my fingers through his thick locks. “We’ll take her pleasure to heights she’s never experienced. Make her scream so loud the whole farm hears her…They’ll know she’s ours.”
Fuck, he knows exactly what to say to get me going. I thrust into his fist, devouring his dirty mouth in a sloppy fury. He swallows my groans, only letting my lips go when I finally spill into his hand with a shout.
“Let’s hope she heard that–it’ll make her think twice about acting like a spoiled princess,” he teases as he takes her dirty panties from the hamper and wipes his hands, then me off.
He kisses me one more time before heading off, to either change or give Wisteria one of his gloating, shameless smiles. I look at the clock, sighing to myself when I see we barely have thirty five minutes left.