THIRTY-ONE
Harper
The coaxing ply of fingers between her legs woke Harper from a deep sleep. It took her a second to orientate to the waking state, but it was the most satisfying torture to her pulsing clit, and she undulated dream-like.
She grunted, confused, but the mouth near her ear was hot and welcome. The mouth had been missed, as had the warm body pressed against her back.
“Shh, sweet wife. I’m making you come.”
A hand locked gently around the front of her neck. The other one stroked faster, and the wet sounds seemed to echo in her ears.
“I’ve missed my wet wife.” He husked low in her ear. When Harper groaned, he nipped her earlobe. “Be quiet, baby. I already hear people around.”
For a second, Harper felt her heart surrender to the hammering beats Cain was making her feel. She was weightless, without stress, and entirely under the administration of his fantastic fingers as he went lower to rim around the place she wanted filling by him.
Though sleepy, it didn’t go unnoticed how big his erection was grinding against her ass. All he’d have to do was pull her panties to the side to be inside her.
Every logical thought fell out of Harper’s mind, and she surrendered to him.
“Have you missed me touching you, Harper?”
“Cain…”
“You can’t even give me that little thing to keep me going, huh? That’s okay, baby. I already know. My wife’s perfect pussy missed me. She’s so goddamn soaked, I could roll you over and be inside you in seconds, couldn’t I?”
Harper let go of an involuntary moan, pressing back into his erection, silently begging for it. But Cain kept going with his fingers until the orgasm was building so fast.
“Not yet, though. I won’t fuck you until I’ve earned it.”
Her husband was messing her up in the best way, and when he directed her head around, she opened her eyes and stared into his while he spoke low, talking her through the orgasm. It ripped its way through Harper like a tidal wave. She was so starved for him that any touch was agony. As she shuddered a choked sound, he pressed a thumb over her lips, keeping the noises in.
The rasping grunt he made as she trembled in his hands was unbelievably sexy. Cain pressed his mouth to the side of her cheek, and she worried he’d hurt the tender skin of his already torn lips, but he didn’t appear to care about feeling pain. She was electrified by his presence and by the orgasm still shaking her pussy as he finally gentled his fingers and removed them from her panties.
His ownership of her was crystal clear.
It took only seconds to come down from the epic bliss to realize she was still in the clubhouse. From the window light, it was still early. That meant she’d been there all night. Why hadn’t anyone told her to leave? They must know she was here with Cain after caring for his wounds. She turned onto her back, looking at him. He seemed so relaxed, like it was a lazy Sunday morning in bed.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“I’m glad you’re still here.” He smiled and brought her thumb to his swollen lip.
Harper feared he’d lost his sanity. He wasn’t thinking like a rational man. What kind of person warmed up to his enemy’s daughter in bed and made her come while said enemies were outside the door?
Harper yelped a surprise moan when Cain fisted his fingers into her hair, his teeth attached to her throat, and the acute pleasure felt like a burn riotously rushing through her body. His eyes were dark and feral when he lifted his head.
“Say you’re mine, sweet baby.”
I’m yours. Always. Now and forever .
But the words wouldn’t come.
Even though they said nothing, their eyes said it all. His hand moved from her chin to her throat, a tender caress that sent shivers of affection down her spine. With delicate care, his fingers gently enclosed the column, conveying his control.
“Tell me soon. I’m dying without you.”
“You soon changed your tune. You were all about revenge until recently.”
“I was always yours, even then.”
Love made her heart go nuts. Harper’s entire being trembled, and she had to close her eyes, unable to look at him.
Then she felt his mouth on hers; she whimpered as he fed his tongue into her mouth with a hungry thrust.
Oh, she’d missed him. The villain was unlike any other man because Cain was her man. All hers . Harper had never felt such stress as she had these past days, but she was still high on him.
It was over before she started, and Cain climbed over her. His movements were gingerly. His erection stood out proudly from his shorts, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
“Eat me up like that in three days, baby.” He smirked, heading to the bathroom.
He showered first. She went after him and then watched him grab a black tracksuit from his bag, dressing like a sex god.
“I’ll get food.” He announced and exited the room.
What did he mean he’d get food? Staring at the closed door with an incredulous blink. It wasn’t like she could chase after him, dressed only in panties.
Sighing, she sat on the side of the bed and muttered about her crazy husband losing his mind. That man was hell on her stress levels. If he got through this, how would she survive being around him? She’d need to buy a lion-tamer whip or something more substantial to handle him.
But Harper smiled as she pulled on her clothes, making a half-hearted attempt to tame her hair. If she had to do the walk of shame, she might as well look good doing it.
* * *
Cain
“Where’s the kitchen?” he asked the first person he saw. It was a pretty woman in her twenties. Harper’s friend, if he remembered right. Hawk’s daughter, that made them related, too. Huh. He hadn’t thought about that.
“Oh, it’s you! Erm, the kitchen is that way.” she pointed down a hallway.
“Thank you.” he smiled and watched her blushing.
“Sunshine. Get over here.” Cain heard an issue from a commanding voice and saw one of his opponents sitting with a coffee mug at a table. He was staring at Cain’s proximity to the woman. He could have told the possessive biker he didn’t want any other woman but his wife, but he walked off silently.
He ignored Harper’s brother as he entered the kitchen and started rooting around in the fridge and pantry. He brought a few ingredients and tossed a chunk of butter into a heated frying pan.
“This isn’t a damn restaurant.” Knox accused, straddling a chair, his breakfast in front of him. Cain didn’t bother to look around.
He was aching from head to toe, and he didn’t think his fucking neck would twist that way.
“I’m fixing Harper a sandwich.”
He heard Knox suck air through his teeth. “She’s hungry after an all-night tumble in the sheets with the enemy?”
Despite his body being as painful as he’d ever felt, Cain whirled around and put the knife he was holding to Knox’s throat, surprising the younger man.
“Do you love your sister?”
“Of course I fucking do.”
“Then remember how you talk about her. It’ll be the last warning I give.” He removed the knife and turned back to the grilled cheese he was assembling, flipping it over in the pan. He reached for a bag of salt chips and a jar of whole pickles. “And her and I are not enemies.”
I’m her goddamn husband, and I’m in fucking love with my wife.
It felt like a standoff. The silence was deafening as he finished making the plate.
And then Knox spoke. “She likes a lot of pickles.”
“I know.” He’d already put six on the plate.
“What’s going on in here?” another voice joined them. Cain didn’t need to turn around to know it was his father-in-law.
“He’s making breakfast for Harper.”
“Hm.” Then Rider poured himself a coffee. “She likes a lot of pickles.”
Cain felt like a grenade with his pin pulled out.
Never had he had to deal with so many people at once and their bloated opinions. Holidays were going to be so much fucking fun with these people. Unless he stole Harper away to a remote cabin. Hmm, something to consider. She could always video call her family.
“I know the quantity of pickles Harper enjoys.” He grated and grabbed the plate, walking out without another word. He saw her as he entered the main area, sitting at a table, watching him with expectation in her beautiful eyes. He wanted to kiss her all over, make her come until she was hoarse, and then take her home and keep her forever.
But things had an order, so he placed the food in front of her, his touch lingering on her bare shoulder. “Eat, sweet baby.”
He sat close. And she shared her grilled cheese with him, but not one pickle.
They garnered curious stares, people looking their way like they were a freak show instead of a villain, and a sweet baby obsessively in love with each other.
Cain ignored everyone but her.
The third and fourth nights were carbon copies of the others.
His favorite time was when Harper fussed over him. Chastising him for his stupidity but loving him with her soft touches and sweet voice. She fell asleep in his arms both nights.
On the fifth and final night, he felt like death warmed over; he could only just walk, but he kept his head held high. Rider and Zara were standing close as he approached the ring. He looked at Zara first and pointed to the line of ten stitches on his cheek.
“At least I don’t look like him now.” He offered and hoped she saw it as a kindness.
“You are courageous.” She told him.
Cain switched his gaze to Harper’s father. “Do you still stick to your word?”
“You have to get through tonight.”
“I will.”
Harper was his life.
He’d go through a lifetime of war to reach the other end for her.
Cain took a fortifying breath and climbed the steps into the ring and Tag held the ropes up. The contemplative stares were felt all over his bare back.
Even his six opponents didn’t appear as enthusiastically bloodthirsty as they had on the previous nights.
“Do you want to quit?” Knox asked, kind of like he hoped he would.
“No.”
The other men looked at each other, then nodded as a pack. Cain didn’t know what it meant, but he was ready.
He’d have a clear shot to win his wife back in just a few minutes.
Suddenly, the gym door swung open, and she entered, striding in on heels like a goddess. His queen of the underworld. Her icy hair flowed behind her, her tiny waist hugging the tightest ripped jeans, and each sure step toward him was echoed. Cain growled low under his breath, with appreciation for his wife.
“Cain!” she yelled from a distance.
He hiked up a brow. If she confessed her love, he’d battle anyone to reach her and steal those words from her lips with a kiss.
“You better still be standing at the end.” She warned, and Cain threw his head back, laughing like a demon who’d been gifted something delicious. He kissed two fingers and pointed them at her. Her face flushed as she took her seat.
It was all the incentive he needed.
After taking several blows to the body, he was no longer feeling any pain.
He was a demented titan, knowing his wife was watching and waiting to be claimed.
But something was off, Cain realized. The second round of punches didn’t land as potent. And by the third round, he was still on his feet but worn down; he frowned at one of the younger men as he wiped blood from his eyes. Was this a new tactic they’d devised?
As he faced Knox, who’d been bashing him the hardest the whole time, Harper’s brother stepped closer.
“Last one.” The other man said, cocking his taped fist back. It connected, and Cain saw all the fucking galaxies behind his eyelids. “You are one mad fuck.” Knox declared, hauling Cain’s ass up from the mat afterward. Zane, the other brother, was on his other arm. They each held out a fist for Cain to bump. The other four men followed suit.
“Fucking respect, man.” Sebastian nodded.
Once down from the ring, someone passed him a towel, and when he pulled it away from his face, there she was. His angelic, bratty wife was wearing a sexy little scowl and looking like she wanted to punch his lights out. She was a woman with an eight- foot attitude packed into a five-foot-sized body. And she was perfect for him.
Cain grinned as best as he could.
“I’m taking Harper home.” He raised his voice for every Souls member to hear.
Daring anyone to deny him.
On legs that felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, he strolled gingerly over to Rider, standing with his VP. “I’ve wired you the two million I made you lose from the construction shit.” He cast a glance at Rider’s wife. “There’s not much I can do about my face, or what tainted blood I have in my veins. But I’m not him. I never will be him or do the things he did. What I can promise is I’m Harper’s man. I will not fuck it up.”
His strength zapped with his speech, and he felt himself toppling. And then his wife was there, sliding her arm around his waist.
“I’m taking Cain to the ER,” she stated. Then she yelled for a prospect to bring Cain’s bag and her purse.
Not much was said on the drive there, but sitting in the waiting room of the ER, he slid his hand across her lap and captured Harper’s fingers.
“And here we are again, twenty years later, a full circle moment, baby.”
She smiled at him. “I was just thinking that.”
They were lulled into silence again, holding hands. At one point, she went up to the desk and told them her husband was in terrible pain and needed to be seen. Cain nearly fucking levitated out of his chair, hearing her call him husband.
On the drive to his house with pain pills and an order to rest, he grasped her hand once more.
“I need you, Harper.”
She emitted a hmph sound. “That’s selfish of you.”
Cain smirked. “It is. You need me, too.”
“Wishful thinking, villain.”
“It’s the only thing I wish for.”
She gave him her eyes briefly as they pulled into the driveway, and the engine turned off. “Really?”
“I love every fucking brave inch of you.”
She visibly inhaled. Cain wished he could see the color highlighting her cheeks, but he knew it was there.
“You must do after what you endured. You lunatic.”
“But now I get to enjoy you taking care of me. I might need bed baths.”
She snorted with laughter. “We’re not magically okay, Cain.”
“Give me a chance.”
“And if I say no, what then?”
He smirked. Well, he was no fucking saint and never would be. He’d resort to nefarious shit to get his wife back in his arms, of course.
“I hope you like being stalked and kidnapped. I’ll pack all your home comforts.” He said honestly, and would swear he saw her eyes flash with longing.
His sweet wife had a dark heart underneath her softness.
Squeezing Harper’s fingers, he brought the skinny digits to his mouth, nuzzling them, tasting her skin while his heart triple-timed in his chest.
“Every move I’ve ever made, I planned down to the most minute detail, Harper. The one thing I couldn’t have expected was you. I saw you, and I wanted you. No, I didn’t just want you. I fucking craved you in my skin and deeper. And when I was away from you, it was like being in the desert without water. You’re my addiction I want no cure for, Harper. I don’t know how to change, but I want to be yours. I need to be your husband, your villain, your monster. Give me the chance to make it right. I’ll work to make my sweet baby happy for the rest of my life. I’ll even play nice with bikers.” She chuckled when he said that last part with a curl of his busted lip.
“I don’t want you to change, Cain. I fell for you being the overbearing, unhinged, insane villain. If you turn nice now, I’d probably lose interest.”
“You’re flattering me, sweet baby.” He grinned and then. “You fell for me?”
“Be that guy. But include me this time. Let me be on the right side. No more lies or subterfuge. And no trying to fuck my family over. You won’t make it out alive a second time because I’ll be the one to kill you.”
“You’re turning me on,” he grunted, kissing her knuckles.
He wanted to be inside her, rutting her into ecstasy. Still, he honestly didn’t know if his battered body could take the excitement of Harper riding his cock into oblivion, because her orgasms usually set his blood on fire.
This strong, beautiful, and so fucking intelligent woman was slaying him alive.
She was offering him paradise when he didn’t deserve it.
He would have begged for weeks, even for eternity, if it meant being near her. And then he would have groveled like a fucking dog to earn the opportunity to be hers again.
He grabbed her around the neck and led her to his mouth, breathing in her sweet breath.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“We’ll see.”
“Harper.” He warned, and she only smiled.
“Let’s get you inside. You need to rest.”
She was a tease and would keep him on his toes for the rest of his life.
Cain was comfortable in his masculinity to lean on his woman as they went up the stairs to the bedroom, where he enjoyed every second of her undressing him.
“Are you going to jack me off in the shower? It’s the least I deserve after what I’ve been through…” he said, licking the corner of his lip.
Her little nipples poked through the thin shirt to say hello to him. Fuck, he’d missed sucking those babies, and he nearly lunged for her, but his weak body told him to wait.
“Bad boys don’t get orgasms.” She chastised like a sexy as fuck nurse, herding him to the bathroom.
“What about villains?”
“They might.” She laughed, pinching his bare ass, and Cain caught her around the waist, drawing her into his sore ribs. He felt plugged into an outlet socket when she looped her arm around him.
He was alive more than he’d ever felt.
Adrenaline flooded his limbs, energizing him.
He wanted his wife so fucking much. His tongue was wet and aching to dive between her thighs.
“Oh, and I need to add another stipulation,” she told him as they stepped under the hot spray.
“What’s that, wife?”
“You can’t plot revenge against any of the boys. You were the one who offered that idiotic ritual.”
Oh, his wife knew him well.
He smiled and kissed her forehead, cuddling her naked body to his, copping a feel of her high peach ass.
“I don’t plan to. I might hire them at some point.”
She snorted. “Good luck with that. Now, be a good villain, and let me wash you. And then I might jerk you off.”
Fuck his sore body, Cain plastered Harper to the wall, kissing the breath out of her, using his knee to grind between her legs until she was creaming from her pussy and crying his name.
“My sexy baby wife. You’re mine today, tomorrow, forever.” He growled. Love making him unhinged and whole.
And when Harper wrapped both hands around his rock-hard cock, she proved who held the cards in their relationship as he groaned and watched his wife, showing him with actions that she was his.
She owned him.
He’d be the biggest villain in the world to own her, to be in her universe.
“Harder, wife.” He grunted.
And she smirked and went harder.