30. Cain
CAIN
She took the news of my identity much better than I anticipated, but she made me pay for it while she threw attitude and heaps of sass at me while I begged for her forgiveness—on my knees with my head buried between her legs.
That seemed to appease her. And while I made my apologies, I found my new favorite flavor was the taste of her cum on my tongue.
She gripped my hair that had grown back since prison and angled my head right where she wanted me.
And fuck me did I love it when she got demanding with me.
She was figuring out exactly what she liked and how she wanted it, and I was more than happy for her to use me however she saw fit.
When we weren’t training together, I was buried deep inside her in some way.
My fingers, my tongue, my dick. I couldn’t get enough.
“Do you forgive me now?” I asked, going to circle her clit with my tongue.
She moaned and gripped my hair harder. “I don’t know about that. You’ve been a very bad boy,” she taunted. “I think you need to keep licking my pussy to make it all better.”
I growled and lunged for her, alternating between licking her pussy and sucking on her swollen clit. I shoved two fingers into her and heard her gasp. Then my pinky finger brushed against her other hole and I felt her shudder.
She liked that.
I’d learned all her tells and filed away all her sounds, listening for what she wanted and using that information to anticipate what she would need next.
She was better than any science project I’d ever worked on, putting together all the theories and data to produce the best outcome for her.
All that studying paid off because I began teasing that hole while I worked my pointer finger and middle finger inside of her pussy, making her shake even harder now.
She began rolling her hips without restraint, so I gave her what her body was begging for, and shoved my back two fingers into her, spreading my fingers into a wide ‘v’ as she took my hand in both holes.
With my thumb free, I used it to rub her clit in small, sensual circles, working in tandem with my tongue.
“Holy fucking shit, Cain!” she cried out, and I smirked feeling her juices run down my chin. She was gushing for me now, and I fucking loved being right. Loved knowing what would drive her crazy for me.
Her legs wobbled, but I held her steady, gripping her thighs with my hands.
“What the fuck was that?” she asked, looking dazed.
“Baby girl, that was you coming all over my face.”
She swatted my head, then reached a hand down to me. “Let’s go get cleaned up and then I’ll let you show me how to throw knives.”
I smirked and followed her off into the shower.
We’d begun sharing her room after that first night where she’d learned my identity.
And through our many talks, we decided that together, we would make them all pay, just like I’d hoped.
And just like I’d hoped she chose to stay here, with me.
Sometimes I would reach for her body in the night to make sure she was still here.
That this was real. She was real. It seemed too good to be true.
Life hadn’t been kind to either of us and it felt like we had found this perfect bubble of happiness.
Only I was terrified of when it would pop.
That made me savor the time we had together now, even more since I didn’t know what the future would hold .
Our plan could go off without a hitch, and we’d ride off into the sunset together.
Or it could blow up in our faces. Either way, we were willing to risk it even if it sent a flurry of anxiety through my limbs, wondering if our time together was running out.
Making this town pay for its many sins felt like the only step we could take to move on and put the past behind us.
“You need to aim just a little higher. And use your elbow as a guide,” I instructed, holding onto Delilah’s hips to square them with the target, which happened to be a grainy print out of Pastor John’s rancid face.
He already had one knife sticking into his eyebrow, several right above his hairline, and one in his cheek. She was getting good at this.
“My arms are tired,” she whined, turning around to face me with a soft pout on her lips. She wore a tight white tank top that stretched across her breasts, stealing my focus, and black leggings that I’d realized were her favorite go to look.
“Good.”
“Good? I won’t be able to throw many more if my arms turn to spaghetti noodles,” she said, demonstrating a dramatic wobble that had me laughing.
Fuck when was the last time, I’d even done that?
“One more and then you can rest.”
“Okay, if I hit his nose, then I want a prize.”
I smiled down at her, tucking a golden piece of hair behind her ear. “What do you want?” she had to know I’d give her anything she ever asked for.
She tapped the butt of the knife against her chin like she was thinking hard. “I want to play a game.”
“What kind of game is that?”
“Tag.”
I laughed again remembering that night back at Kingston. “Deal.”
Her eyes sparked and then she turned around, whipping her arm back then releasing the blade. It sliced through the air with expert precision and sunk into the target directly as planned .
“I think you owe me a game,” she said, with a chuckle.
“Then I think you’d better start running,” I said, with a growl to my voice, already planning on what I would do with her once I caught her.