14. Caine
CHAPTER 14
CAINE
I wanted to go to her. I wanted to find her in bed, crawl in there with her, hold her down, and feed my cock into her sweet mouth. I wanted to hear her choke on it and see the pretty tears streaming down her face as she cried for me while my dick was buried in her throat.
Especially after watching Drew talk to her earlier, I need to stake my claim, needing both her and him to know that he can’t fucking touch her.
But I couldn’t.
I had to go to Seattle for a fight. I tried to tell Adam we could leave in the morning, but he wouldn’t even consider it and told me we needed to leave tonight or I wouldn’t be fighting. So, my obsession had to take a backseat for now.
When I get back, she better be ready because I’m not taking it easy on her like I did the other night. That was nothing compared to the things I plan to do to her. And even though Drew is stuck back in Seaside while we are gone, I know he won’t touch her. She wouldn’t let him. She needs the push and he won’t do it.
That’s only for me.
I’m covered in sweat and blood, not all of it mine, at the end of the fight that I won with a knockout.
“Good work,” Adam grunts out. It’s the best compliment I can expect from him, which is fine by me. I don’t need to be praised or some shit. I don’t do that in the bedroom, and I don’t expect anyone to do it with me at all.
I nod in response, already playing in my head how I can do better next time. What to adjust, what to change completely, where I went wrong, and what mistakes to never make again. I know a lot of fighters think about their fights after the fact, but I doubt they are as hard on themselves as I am.
My entire life I was raised to be a perfectionist, and that is how I continue to see myself. Especially when it comes to my goals in this career.
“Out of your head, go get cleaned up,” Adam insists, pulling me out of my thoughts but it’ll only work for a few minutes until I’m sucked back in on how I can improve my strategy.
Though, this time as I’m washing my body off, I see some of the faint scratch marks that aren’t from the fight. They’re almost faded against my tan skin, but it brings me right back to that night in the kitchen with Max.
I have to keep my erection down because this is not the place. But when I get back to the hotel I plan on replaying every feeling, every single sound she made, and every bite of her nails digging in my skin while I fuck my fist.
I need to get back home so I can have that in person again. I need it more than I need my next breath. After the event is over and we’re back at the hotel, I think about how I wish I had a way to watch her while I’m away. Maybe at some point I’ll figure out a way to do that.
For now, my memories will have to be enough.
The drive back home feels a lot longer than it normally does. I keep my headphones in with music blasting as Adam drives and I watch the road ahead, impatiently waiting to be back in Seaside. The small glimpse of the ocean, despite the fog that’s coating the coastline, has me bouncing my leg, needing to get out of this car.
As soon as he drops me off, I go inside to drop off my bag, but I’m not staying. I’m sure Max would love to know just how close she lives to me. Though the sun is just now setting and I’m not sure if she’s home, I still make my way to her house to check for myself.
I need to see her, I won’t be able to settle until I lay eyes on her. Until I touch her.
Her house seems quiet, I don’t notice any lights on or hear any music. Seeing her at work isn’t going to satiate me enough, but I don’t care. I head there anyway. The second I step inside the dark bar I seek her out, and there she is behind the bar.
Her long red hair is pulled back in a ponytail that is begging for my fist to yank on it. She’s wearing some tight little tank top, her tits pushed up to give me the perfect view of her cleavage and it makes me want to lick every inch of skin I can see right now. When she turns around, standing up on her tiptoes, I see the shorts she’s wearing and a peek at the fishnets underneath. I want to rip them off with my fucking teeth.
Sitting at an open spot at the bar, I rest my elbows in front of me waiting for her to notice me. I don’t say anything, just watch her. The other bartender working with Max moves around her and places a hand on her waist as he does.
My eyes home in on the movement and I want to break that fucking hand. If he thinks he can touch what’s mine, he’s going to learn how wrong he is. I don’t even know his name, but when he appears in front of me asking what I want it takes everything in me not to yank him across the bar top and beat him into the ground.
“What I want is for you to keep your fucking hands off Max,” I say lowly.
He rears back, surprised and a little scared. “Sorry, Caine, I didn’t know she was your girl.”
I’d be surprised that he knows my name, but everyone in this town knows my name. And soon they’re all going to know that she’s mine too.
“Now you do. Get fucking lost.”
He does just that, running away from me, but I watch him go up to Max, clearly avoiding touching her in any way as he says something I can’t hear, but nods his head in my direction. She looks over, noticing me for the first time and narrows her eyes, turning back toward the dipshit and shaking her head.
They talk for a few more seconds, she’s clearly arguing, and I almost want to laugh. Or go over to her, throw her over my shoulder, and show her just how mine she is. Doesn’t matter if she wants to deny it, she’s wrong.
Finally, she steps up in front of me, the bar separating us and it’s too much distance for me.
“What do you want and why did you tell David that I’m ‘your girl’? I’m not your anything.”
“I’ll take a water.” I ignore her other question because there’s no use arguing about this right now. She’ll remember later just how mine she is.
With an eye roll, I watch as she fills a glass full of water and her eyes light up for a brief moment before she turns around. Spinning back toward me, she slams the glass down, the water sloshing a bit, and I see the telltale signs of the spit she just added. The look on her face almost seems like a dare. I meet her challenge, grabbing the glass and drinking the entire thing at once, keeping my eyes on her the entire time. I set the glass back down in front of me while her mouth is agape.
“Delicious,” I murmur.
She doesn’t say anything else before turning away. I spend the entire time watching her and watching David to make sure his hands stay off her.
When Max leans across the wooden top to take an order, I see how she pushes her tits out even more. I look to see who the fuck is getting to see it, so I can add gouging their eyes out to my list of things to do.
That’s when I see who they belong to and my blood boils. What the fuck is Drew doing here, talking to her. And why is she letting him look at her like that? When she slides back to get him his drink she looks over at me, and I shake my head slowly.
She just smiles and I fist my hands on the bar. It’s tempting, the urge to cause a giant scene, one that ends with me fucking her on this damned bar just to prove to her and everyone else in here that she’s off limits. Including Drew.
Especially him, particularly when I see the smile she gives him, and then he says something that makes her throw her head back laughing. Again. And I’m out of my seat, going over to them.
“What’s so funny?” I ask her, not looking at him yet because if I do, he’s getting punched in the face.
Her eyes shift to Drew, the humor still evident there and I feel my knuckles crack with how hard I’m fisting them at my side.
“None of your business,” she shrugs, getting back to her job. I continue to watch her before addressing Drew.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting a drink, maybe you should try it some time,” he says, taking a sip of the brown liquor in his glass. Speaking into his glass, “Maybe it would make you less of an asshole.”
“Doesn’t work for you,” I retort, seriously seconds away from laying into him right here. “She’s mine, lay off.”
He scoffs, “Does she know that?”
“Yes.” I look over at her to see she’s not paying any attention to us.
“You’re delusional. I’ll leave her alone when she tells me to.” He starts to bring the glass up to his lips, but stops, looking down at the marks on my exposed forearms. “Actually, no I won’t, she likes a fight, huh?”
I don’t acknowledge the existence of the faint scratches to him. “What does Adam think about you going after her?”
“Doesn’t give a shit.” His tone is emotionless and I’m not sure if I believe him, but I don’t care about their situation or relationship or whatever the fuck they have going on. I just want him to back off.
“Well I do, so fuck off.”
He smirks. “Might be good for you to learn to share.”
“I don’t share.”
He smiles into his drink and it sends me over the edge. I go around the bar, stepping up to Max, caging her from behind as she rings out a customer. I catch the way she gasps and tries to turn around, but I don’t let her. I’m instantly hard with how much this reminds me of the other night. Plus, the fact that everyone can see us only adds to it.
Leaning down to her ear, I let my lips graze her skin just barely because if I get even the slightest taste of her, I’m going to end up throwing her down and fucking her on this disgusting floor without a single thought. “I’ll see you later, killer. Don’t let any of these assholes touch you.”
I feel the vibration of her laugh on my chest and I can’t help but lean into her even more. “Good luck getting in this time, I fixed the lock.”
“Perfect. I was hoping you did. I like a challenge.”
George comes out from the back just as I’m rounding the front of the bar again. “Caine, I better not see you behind my fucking bar ever again.”
“I don’t give a shit,” I respond before clapping a hand on Drew’s shoulder harder than necessary and leaning in so only he can hear. “If you fucking touch her, I’ll make sure to take out both of your knees.”
“Fuck you,” he spits and I slap my hand on his back twice, roughly before leaving.
I’m not going far, though, I’ll just be waiting for her to come home. If she decides not to listen to me, and there’s anyone else with her, they’re going to experience more than just a warning from me.