Chapter Eighteen
Mikayla
Caine is in my bed. The sexiest man alive is in my bed. I can’t begin to describe how my body feels right now. It still hums and tingles from his touch.
I can’t believe what happened! How did I not die as soon as he walked in the door! I swear to God!
He actually walked into the room because he heard me! I was ang-sterbating, and he walked in! And it was the most amazing sexual experience of my life. Granted, Cody is the only other man I’ve ever been with, but I can hardly call him a man when you put him next to Caine.
I feel so lost. The moment Caine asked me where I live—nothing else could have cut through the bliss like the reality of my situation. I have no home. I’m aimless at this point, and the fact that Caine has literally taken me in, I’m just… I can’t stay here. I can’t overstay my welcome.
Yet, at the same time, I want to stay. I feel good with him.
Why do I trust him? It’s so crazy, but I do.
I’m safe with him. And it’s so fucked up, but I feel at home here.
I’m also pretty sure he’s purposefully not taken my car into the shop to be looked at, forcing me to stay here.
He wants me here. I know it as I know the sun will rise again tomorrow morning.
And I know he won’t kick me out. And for some reason, I know he’s completely serious when he says he wants to give whatever this is between us a chance.
“Are you sure you aren’t just frustrated?” I ask needing assurance.
He did say it’s been a while.
Caine pulls me against him, and I cuddle into his side. My head rests on his chest. He’s warm and hard. And his body is even more amazing than I expected. He’s all muscles and ridges and long limbs.
Caine’s chest rumbles as he laughs, and I sit up and scowl at him. “Why is that funny?” I ask with irritation.
“Sweet girl, if I wanted sex, I could get it. I’m not sexually frustrated, I’m Mikayla-strated,” he answers, combing his long fingers through my hair. “I couldn’t think of anyone else but you. I’ve been pissed off for months,” he says with a grin.
“So, it’s nostalgia. The one that got away,” I suggest, sad at the idea.
“Well, that’s true, but no, I don’t think so. You’re honest; you were so damn real when I met you. I mean, I was obviously attracted,” he says, wiggling his brows.
The man has the most wicked grin on his face.
“So, after years of hating women, you meet me and all of a sudden want to date?” I ask skeptically.
I raise a brow, leaning my head on my hand, lying on my side now.
“If you’re asking me to explain it, I can’t,” he says. “When I was younger, hell, when I was your age, I met a woman. She was beautiful and fun. She was what we call a buckle bunny, women who sleep with guys that ride in rodeos. They look for cowboys.”
Caine runs a finger over my brows, down the slope of my nose and over my lips. All I can do is watch him. His blue eyes are hooded, tired, and somber as he looks at me.
“I was a serious rider, but women, they were everywhere and so was Janine. I thought it was love. And so, I married her. As a bronc rider, you’re competing against many of the same guys, so seeing her talk to other men, I just thought she was being friendly.
I’m not the jealous type. I trusted her, well, sort of,” Caine murmurs softly.
“We rented a hotel room for the night. I was out late with some other guys, and when I got to our room, well…” Caine trails off and shrugs.
“She cheated, and you swore off women?” I ask, trying to keep calm. Jesus!
But I mean, that’s kind of extreme. I was just cheated on, but I’m not about to cut all men out of my life. The idea is ludicrous. Not all men are Cody.
“It was everything that happened after that. It jaded me. She broke something inside me,” he replies quietly.
He must need comfort or something because he pulls me into his arms and holds me close. Caine kisses my temple then begins combing his fingers through my hair again.
I caress his arm and kiss his biceps.
“What happened after?” I’m curious, but I’m not sure I want to know.
“She got pregnant,” he says. “I had to get a court order to force a paternity test. I wore condoms, even after we were married. I wasn’t ready to be a dad, and I think deep down, I knew she wasn’t in it, you know?
” he adds. “We battled it out in court, and I was finally able to force the test. The baby wasn’t mine.
Worse, she didn’t know who the father was. ”
My heart clenches for that child. “What happened to the baby?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. She’d be a teenager now.
I lost track of Janine after that. She stopped going to rodeos.
She was pregnant, so getting anyone to sleep with her was pretty much impossible,” he explains.
“The whole thing just hurt. It was one thing when I thought it was just the one time, but then I found out it had been going on since the beginning. And the kid, what she did, I just lost all ability to trust.”
“How old were you?”
“I married her at twenty-five. We were married for two years when I learned of the infidelity. Took three years to divorce her. I was almost thirty when all was said and done, and I was just not about to get involved again,” he says with a sigh.
“You’re a very black and white thinker, aren’t you?”
I find myself tracing the ridge of his pectoral muscles along his chest, drawing a line up to his shoulder and over to his biceps.
“I guess sometimes. But I think it was a bitterness I couldn’t let go of,” he replies, then yawns. “I need to shower.”
“Oh,” I say, a little… no… I’m a lot sad he isn’t sleeping in my bed with me tonight.
“You should use the restroom, then hop in the shower with me. We can sleep in my bed since I pretty much stunk up the sheets here.” Caine sits up and stands. I can’t help but grin when he smiles down at me, extending his hand to me. “Come on, sweet girl.”
I use the powder room off the kitchen while Caine warms up the shower in the other bathroom. I’m tired; my body is sore.
When I stand under the warm rain shower, Caine massages my body with shower gel. I close my eyes as the water washes away the soap and feel tingles when Caine cups my breasts, lightly raining kisses down my spine.
“Bend over,” he coaxes, his voice rough as he lightly pushes my back, forcing me to bend forward.
And then his mouth is there. And fuck if my legs can barely hold me up. I shut my eyes and silently thank Raquel for getting me that Brazilian while I was in Austin. Because Caine’s face is literally in my ass as his tongue licks my clit.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans. “Has anyone fucked you here?” he asks before sliding a finger into my ass.
“Nn—no,” I stammer as my knees buckle.
I almost collapse to the ground, but Caine catches me. He turns me around and I straddle him, the two of us on the floor of his shower. I grab his dick and really look at him. My eyes widen as I take him in. That fit inside me? No wonder it felt so amazing.
“That’s it,” Caine murmurs softly as I slowly lower down on his cock.
My nipples harden as he fills me, the walls of my pussy pulsing already.
Everything feels heightened, my skin, my fingers as his dick bottoms out.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. “You okay, sweet girl?”
My body shudders when he bites my nipple, rolling the other with his fingers. I begin rolling my hips. My breath quickening. I’m lost in him, the way my body feels. Every kiss, every lick and every bite, he sets my body on fire.
“Caine!” I cry out as the current inside me begins to rise, higher and higher.
Then he thrusts upward, hitting me inside against the most exquisite spot. Again and again, he thrusts until every part of my body shakes with my orgasm.
“Oh!” I scream, almost scared of how intense it is.
Caine holds me by my ass, his other hand behind my head, holding me close as I shudder.
“I’m gonna come, Mikayla,” he moans, his voice low and deep. “Fuck, you’re… fuck!”
With both hands on my hips, Caine forces me to take him deeper, and I feel his dick twitch, deep inside me.
There’s a vulnerability in me now for some reason—I can’t explain it. I find myself wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly. Caine either understands or feels it too because he holds me so close and tightly. There is no space between us.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pulling back and cupping my face between his hands.
He leans forward and kisses me, his tongue diving inside my mouth, capturing my breath.
Somehow, we finish our shower. Caine wraps me in a fresh, dry towel. All I can do is stare at him in awe as he wraps my hair in another towel and wrings it out, pulling the water from my hair before toweling himself off.
We seem so in tune together as we climb inside his bed, my hair still wrapped in the towel.
“I have to run a few errands in the morning, but I’ll be back here by eleven to get you for our date. Does that work for you?” Caine whispers right before I fall asleep.
“Mmhmm,” I murmur, burrowing deeper under the covers and against him.
I have never slept next to another man before. Never. Yet, beside Caine, I feel as though I were always meant to be here. And I smile as the scent of his fresh sandalwood body wash mingles with my jasmine as I drift off to sleep.