24. Caine
CHAPTER 24
CAINE
M ax was pissed we showed up to her work, but I don’t give a fuck. If she thought I was going to leave her to close this place without us, she’s insane. Especially with Officer Doogie still sniffing around.
I don’t trust anyone anymore. I hardly did before, and even now Drew and Adam are only somewhat trustworthy to me. If it came down to it, I would throw them in front of traffic to save Max. I would throw myself in front of traffic to save her too.
“You guys have to leave, we’re closing,” Max tells us with her hands on her hips and daggers in her eyes. She’s got that look that makes me hard for her already.
Even though I’m practically always hard for her anyway.
“Yeah, you guys leave,” I say without looking at the other two.
“ All of you.”
I stand up, crowding her, but she doesn’t back down and it makes my chest tighten with that same strange feeling again. The one I’m unfamiliar with, but when it comes to her I don’t shy away from it. I want to show her how I’m feeling at all times. Too bad I don’t know how to do that with words.
“We’ll be waiting right outside because we’re not leaving you alone and you know it.”
She looks around me at the other two. “I want to increase my training so that you guys will eventually be able to trust that I can take care of myself.”
“You got it, baby girl.” Adam chuckles.
Drew sidles up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her into him. He tilts her head up to press his lips against her mouth roughly. I clench my fist fighting the urge to push them apart and the only reason I don’t is because I know she wants this.
She wants us to share. She wants all of us, even if it fucking kills me because I want to keep her all to myself.
“We’ll be outside waiting for you,” Drew says after breaking their mouths apart.
He and Adam walk to the front door, and I grab her for a rough kiss of my own. When she gasps against my mouth, I take advantage of it. Shoving my tongue in, she makes a little squeak that makes me grip her even harder and pull her into me so she can feel the hardness in my pants against her stomach.
She pushes against my chest and I let her break us apart. Only because the sooner she gets out of here the sooner I can have her underneath me for the night.
While we’re standing by our motorcycles waiting for Max to finish up, my phone goes off in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a text from my dad that has me scowling. When I open it, it’s even worse.
Dad: Where are you? I’m at the house I pay for.
He’s here? Fuck.
Caine: Leave.
Dad: We need to talk first.
Caine: It’s the middle of the night, we aren’t talking now.
Dad: First thing in the morning.
“Fuck,” I groan, shoving my phone in my pocket. I wanted Max to come to my house tonight, but that’s not going to happen with my dad there. Because of course he probably jumped on a flight to Portland at the end of his work day and drove all the way here just to catch me off guard.
“What?” Adam asks and I just shake my head.
“Something to deal with tomorrow.”
The longer I stand here waiting for Max to be done for the night, the more I fume about the texts from my dad. I can’t wait for her to be done and come home. I need her now.
“Head back, guys, I got her,” I tell them. I’m met with annoyed and skeptical stares. “You don’t trust me?”
Still, they stare at me, and I scowl. Adam finally nods. “Fine, we’ll wait for you to bring her to my house.”
I nod, Drew still hesitates slightly, but finally he relents. “I get to take her home next time.”
I don’t say anything, and just let him think I agree to that. When they leave, I look back toward The Tavern thinking about getting in, and fucking her over the bar. Or I could try to catch her around the side when she takes the garbage out back. Looking between the buildings there’s a tiny alleyway that’s barely big enough for one person to walk through at a time that leads to the back where the dumpster is.
Since I know my girl, I know that’s the last thing she does before leaving. I head back there, and wait since she should be back here any minute. I wait next to the door, my foot kicked up behind me against the old wooden wall that probably should be replaced. The salty air of the coast is unforgiving on buildings, but gives them all a rustic look.
After only a couple minutes, the door opens, and I grab her quickly, pushing her up against the building as she gasps, dropping the large bag of garbage. I clasp my hand over her mouth to muffle any scream she was going to let out.
Dropping my forehead against hers, keeping my hand against her mouth tightly, I say, “I couldn’t wait for you any longer. You going to let me fuck you back here like a good little slut?”
She mumbles something against my hand, and shakes her head.
“What was that, killer? Was that a yes?”
She shakes her head again with another mumble.
“I heard, ‘please Caine, my pussy is begging for you already.’” I taunt. “I should find out how true that is.” I reach into her pants, and she doesn’t try to stop me; instead she raises her hands up to fist the fabric of my shirt because as much as she wants to deny me, she always wants me just as badly as I want her.
As soon as my fingers graze the wet fabric covering her pussy, I let out a guttural groan. “You still going to try to deny me when you’re already this wet for me?”
Her eyes widen, but she moans into my hand the second I pull the soaked fabric aside and push a finger into her soaking wet heat. “Yeah, killer, you can’t make me believe that you don’t want me when you feel like this.”
I rub my thumb on her bundle of nerves while pumping my finger slowly. “I’m going to let go of your mouth. You’re not going to scream, you’re going to jut this little ass out for me so I can bend you over and fill you with my dick. Got it?”
I see the glimmer in her eye that lets me know she’s going to fight me, and my cock twitches in my pants even more for it. I want her to hit me, dig her nails into me. Do anything to distract me enough and make sure the only thing I can focus on is her.
Because she’s everything to me. She’s the one thing in my life aside from fighting that I live for. Even if I had to choose between her and fighting, it would be her. It would always be her.
I remove my hand from her mouth, immediately turning her around and pushing her into the wall. She catches herself quickly so she doesn’t face plant into the wood. She resists slightly, a weak attempt to fight me off. I rip her pants and panties down off her ass and she squeaks as the cold air hits her bare skin.
Covering her with my body, I free my dick from the confines of my pants and press against her, but not pushing in yet.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, killer. Beg for it.”
She turns her head slightly, giving me a mischievous grin. “Why would I do that when you fuck me so much harder when I say no.”
I groan, knowing she’s right. I love proving to her how much she wants me, even when she fights it. Which is why I kick her legs apart as far as they can go while still having her pants around her knees. I press my hand between her shoulder blades pushing her to bend over further as I angle myself at her entrance.
“Last chance to beg,” I tell her.
“I’ll never beg for you,” she sasses, and I huff out a small laugh before grabbing her hips and slamming into her roughly. She cries out, and I hold myself still, buried deep inside her gloriously hot and wet pussy as it constricts around me.
“Fuck, you may not beg me but the way your hot little pussy squeezes me tells me all I need to know. So scream out ‘no’, tell me to stop, but we both know this is exactly what you want.”
Before she’s able to say anything else I pull out so just the tip is inside her, then push forward roughly, and she drops her head with a loud moan.
“That’s right, fucking take it,” I growl against her hair while holding her hips tight enough to bruise and fuck her hard enough she’s going to feel me for days.
It doesn’t take long until her cries get louder and she starts to pulse around me. I know my girl and what it’s like when she’s about to come. Just the thought of her reaching her peak has mine approaching right away.
“Come for me, baby,” I demand, not sure if she even hears me or if I actually say it out loud, but she does.
Her hands grapple with something to hold onto as she clenches around me, crying out her release. The feeling of her tightening around me has my own orgasm consuming me as I cover her back, pushing in as deep as possible and coming hard enough I swear I black out for a second.
We both come down, and I pull out of her, watching the way my cum seeps from her pussy. I need to claim her in every single way, which is why I swipe it up and push it back into her. She turns her head into her arm and moans.
I pull up her pants and crowd her against the wall. “Finish up, I’m not done with you.”
I leave her behind the building, knowing she’ll listen because I know how badly she’s going to want more. Always so greedy for more. And I’ll always give it to her. My perfect girl who was made for me can get anything she wants from me.
After we get to Adam’s, I get lost in my woman again, though as the night gets closer to the morning my mind isn’t fully able to shake the thoughts of what will be waiting for me when I face my dad.
I get out of bed, kiss Max’s forehead, and head out, careful not to wake her so I can deal with my dad and come back. Then I can give her all my attention.
I’m not quiet when I enter my house, not giving a fuck if I wake him up, wherever he decided to sleep. But of course, he’s already awake and in one of his suits, sitting at the dining table with his laptop open in front of him.
But that’s not all. My brother’s here too, and I’m immediately defensive having to deal with both of them.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snap.
“I told you we need to talk and it wasn’t going to be over the phone,” my dad states.
“So you both decide to just show up here and what? Ask if I murdered that guy?” I come right out with it because that’s what this is about and I want to get back to Max.
“Well, did you?” my brother, Bradley, asks with a little too much glee in his tone.
I raise my eyebrow at him, but don’t answer.
“Goddammit, Caine, I can only get you out of so much shit. Murder, especially of someone like Carson Bradford, is not something I can easily work with.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your help then.”
“They want someone in prison for this, and if you didn’t do it, do you know who did?” my brother asks.
Again, I just look at him.
“What about your girl?” he goads.
“What about her?” I react, and I see the side of his lip quirk up, enjoying that he finally said something that got a rise out of me.
“She was engaged to him before,” my dad states. I don’t acknowledge him and remain quiet once again, clenching my fists and stopping myself from punching my brother in the face or throwing him through a wall. We’re similar height, but he doesn’t work out like I do and he sure as shit doesn’t fight.
“It looks suspicious that he is dead right before they were supposed to get married…again,” my dad stares at me, and I give nothing away as I look back at him. “Caine, if you know anything that can help us get ahead of this, you need to tell us now.”
“Then stay out of it. Unless the cops are sniffing around and think something is up, then there’s no point in giving them anything,” I say, coldly.
“They’ve questioned her parents and they’re claiming Carson was killed and their daughter was kidnapped,” my brother explains. I smirk at that being the story those slimy fuckers are spinning.
Yeah, I would’ve kidnapped her and held her somewhere secure so I could make her my personal fuck toy for the rest of our lives, but I like her fight. I like her enjoyment and I like that she wants to be shared which is something I would’ve never expected.
“Well, she’s not kidnapped and she would explain that to anyone who asks.” I shrug.
“Yet, there’s still a dead man.”
“Why the fuck are you here?” I ask again. “It seems like you want for me to have been involved. Maybe then you could have a clean break if I did, right? I go to prison and then I’m not your problem anymore. So fuck off and let me deal with it on my own.”
“You sure that’s what you want?” My dad closes his laptop, folding his hands on top of it.
“I want to live my life without you constantly on me about everything.”
“If that’s what you want, then the money stops. No trust fund. No house. Nothing. I’ll cut you off and let you figure it out all on your own.”
Though I knew it was only a matter of time, it’s a little sooner than I was hoping for. Yet the only thing I can think to say is, "Fine."