Chapter Twenty-Six
Mikayla
I wake up to the heat of a warm body wrapped around me. The soft sound of his breath whispers against my ear. I cuddle closer and stifle a giggle when I feel the hard heat of him against my ass.
I turn around, feeling emboldened and happy. My eyes scan his face for any sign that he’s awake and feel certain by the serene, soft look on his face that he’s asleep.
This almost familiar ache grips my chest and a flutter in my belly stops me for a moment. My eyes scan him. I really look at this man who has basically taken my heart, from the moment I saw him. Thoughts of him consumed me.
Dark thick lashes lay like fans against his cheeks. The sharp growth on his jaw gives him a rugged, striking appearance, which this man doesn’t need. He’s fucking hot as it is!
I can’t imagine the mess he’ll see when he opens those cornflower blues and looks at me. I don’t understand how men can wake up looking so perfect! It’s not fair.
But that’s not my problem right now because Caine is asleep, and I’m about to wake him up.
I smile a devilish grin as I slowly crawl under the blanket. He’s lying on his side, so I wiggle down the mattress before caressing his thighs. For a moment, his body stirs, and I hold still as his leg moves, adjusting his position. Now his thigh rests on my shoulder, his dick right at my face.
I can’t see his eyes or his face, so if he’s awake, I have no idea. I’m a little suspicious, but whatever. I grab his dick and begin to lick and rub my lips over his ridge. He’s hard and velvety soft against my mouth, and I love how warm he feels.
His thigh moves up my back as I draw him deeper into my mouth, my hand glides up his leg to rest against his ass. I dig my nails into the hard rock that’s his butt and am amazed at the strength of his body. There’s nothing to pinch! He’s all hard lines and sinews of muscle.
I move him in and out of my mouth and then his hips jerk forward. I feel a large hand wrap around my hair, fisting it, yanking my head back.
“Fuck Mikayla, I’m gonna come down your throat!” he growls, his voice rough from sleep.
It’s so deep and dark I find I have to squeeze my thighs closed. His voice is making me wet! His fucking voice.
In one swift move, he pulls me up and rolls me onto my stomach.
“If I’m coming, it’s gonna be wrapped around your pussy while you’re coming,” he says gruffly before lifting my hips and slamming into me.
My hand slaps against the headboard as he thrusts into me. I think my vision goes black as he forcibly grips me and yanks my ass against him.
“Yes!” I cry.
I actually scream. It’s a crazy blend of pleasure and exquisite pain as he pounds into me from behind. The fire builds, hotter and hotter, until I explode, stars filling my vision as I lose all control of myself.
Somehow my body lifts, and I’m kneeling. Caine’s hands grab my breasts, squeezing so hard, yet my body seems to register it as pleasure because all I can do is quiver in his arms.
“Fuck, you’re coming again! Yes,” Caine growls. His thrusts are so powerful, I have to brace my arms in front of me. “I’m coming, Mikayla, fuck! So. Fucking. Hard!”
In one powerful thrust, he groans, squeezing my breasts even harder as he grinds against my ass.
His dick hits that spot inside me, already overstimulated and sensitive, and I find myself careening off the cliff again. I feel myself stiffen against his body. When his fingers rub my clit, my legs lose all ability to hold my weight, yet somehow, I’m still upright.
In a sweaty heap, we both fall forward, his hand still between my thighs. I’ve lost the ability to speak as he thrusts his still-hard cock inside me while he flicks his finger over my clit. His legs keep mine from closing, and all I can do is shake beneath him.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight right now. Just… if you give me a few minutes, I’ll be able to fuck you again,” Caine says.
“I don’t think I can take much more.” I croak out.
My throat is hoarse, and I can feel my pussy convulsing around his cock.
“Making you come is my favorite thing,” he says with a throaty chuckle. “I came so hard I may need a nap!”
I giggle, and he groans.
I love you, my heart whispers, as I lie beside him, playing with his black locks. But of course, I don’t say it. I don’t know why. Or maybe I do.
I’m fucking terrified.
I stare up at the ceiling and just breathe. My head spins unexpectedly. All of a sudden, I don’t feel like myself. I shut my eyes, trying to relax, but dizziness washes over me, and my stomach flips. I must be hungry?
“We need to get on the road,” Caine turns to look at me, and I try to smile when he kisses my brow.
I sigh and roll over, sitting up and hopping to it.
I shut my eyes and rest my head against the headrest of the car. That odd feeling is still with me, this feeling that I’m just not quite myself.
I turn my head and watch Caine as he bobs his head to the music. He’s driving back to the ranch. For some reason I’m still feeling… off. I don’t know if it’s just because I’m exhausted from all the emotional shit I’ve been dealing with, or if I’m just tired in general.
“Are you sure you’re fine having dinner with my family again?” Caine asks, looking at me from the corner of his eye. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out on a real first date, where my family doesn’t hijack our night.”
I smile, a giggle rumbling in my chest as I remember last night. “I like your brothers.”
The song “Creek Will Rise” by Conner Smith comes on the radio. I wiggle my brows at him. “Wanna pull over?” I ask this knowing I still really don’t feel well. But I like the feeling of him, being near him.
“If only we had time,” he says with a chuckle.
I sigh with relief when we pull up to the house. My ass is sore from sitting. And frankly, I’m sore from… well… everything else. I get out of the car and walk to the front door, watching the sexiest man alive as he walks toward me.
“I don’t know if I should interview to work for Kyle,” I say when Caine drops the bag inside the door.
Caine stands up straight and places his hands on his hips. “Okay,” he says. “Are you leaving?” he asks with a deep-set frown. “I thought we were past this,” he adds. He shuts his eyes and runs his hands through his hair and pulls the strands.
My brow furrows. “I’m not leaving,” I grumble. “Jesus. Will you stop jumping to conclusions?”
“Are you…” He purses his lips. “Me? I’m jumping to conclusions?” he shouts, raising his arms out to the side as he stalks toward me.
“Kyle is a dick.” Can’t defend that, now can he?
Caine smiles and nods, his anger seemingly diffused.
“What about the job you were telling me about before?” I propose.
It would make more sense to not work for someone who clearly doesn’t like me.
“That’s the job I was suggesting,” he says, smiling sheepishly at me.
When he stands in front of me and cups my face, I shut my eyes. The heat from him does things to me. His smell, his touch… him. I tingle in places. But there’s a lingering unease I’m feeling. I must really be tired. Maybe a little dehydrated?
It’s the strangest thing. Being touched by him… it’s not only sexual. Though obviously it’s sexual. I want him… all the time! Even while feeling icky.
“I don’t want to work for someone who doesn’t like me out the gate, you know?” I lean into him and wrap my arms around his waist. All my weight transfers to him, and he takes it, lifting me up and walking to the sofa.
“Why don’t you go to the interview and see him as a doctor rather than my friend,” Caine suggests. He cuddles his scruffy face into my neck, and I giggle because it tickles. “We need to go to my folks.”
“I can’t go like this,” I say, sitting back abruptly. “I look like shit!” I pull on my t-shirt with the words: I prefer fictional people; they’re more real! fading on the white top I’m wearing. My oversized mom jeans were perfect for traveling, but I look horrible.
“Go change, but you don’t have time to shower.”
I quickly hop off his lap and run to the spare room. “Where’s my suitcase?” I walk out of the room.
“In the master, remember?” He laughs as he walks to his room.
“When is the studio going to be available?” I drop to the ground and unzip my suitcase. “I wonder if I should go home and get the rest of my stuff,” I suggest and look up at him.
“The studio is yours whenever you’re ready to move in.” From the frown on his face, I can tell he’s less than thrilled with the idea. “As for your stuff, there’s no way in fucking hell I’m letting you go there alone.”
I smile up at him from the floor. “You’ll come to Seattle with me?”
I grab a simple grey t-shirt dress from my bag and toss it on the bed.
“I wish we had more time,” Caine groans and adjusts himself as I undress. “Let’s get going,” he groans.
I quickly pull on the dress. At the door, I pull on my Vans.
The walk to the main house isn’t long and is most welcome after sitting for so long.
I still feel off. Tired and sore. But I push through it. I just need to move. Maybe need food? I should drink some water.
All we’ve done is sit and have sex all day. Caine ate a burger on the road, but the thought of food makes me feel sick.
I stop short and look at my hands. They’re shaking, but I ball them into fists as a realization dawns.
“Oh, shit!” I bemoan, plopping my hands on my head in shame.
Caine looks down at me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, grabbing my shoulders.
“I didn’t bring anything.” I’m trying to make a good impression, and I didn’t even remember to bring a bottle of wine!
“Sweetheart, we just got home. It’s fine.” How can he say that with a straight face?
“Don’t we have something at home?” I turn and begin walking back toward the house, but he grabs my arm.
“Again, no,” he says patiently.
Caine takes my hand and drags me to the front door. No, knock, no ringing the doorbell, we just walk right in like we own the place.
I’m awestruck by what I see. How I hadn’t noticed as we walked up, I’m not sure, but inside, it would be impossible not to. It’s a grand entryway with vaulted coffered ceilings. Coffered fucking ceilings!