Chapter Eleven #2
His gaze heated, and he licked her bottom lip. “I fucking love it.”
His hands slid over her legs, spreading them.
Caine got to his knees, hiking her hips up and cupping her ass.
With her wrists bound, she was at his mercy.
It’s a perfect place to be. He grabbed his cock, yanking it hard a few times before lining it up with her pussy.
The anticipation was almost too much, and she found herself wiggling her hips to get closer.
His fingers dug into her thighs, and she immediately froze, glancing up. His expression was nearly impossible to read. Was he mad? His brows dipped in a deep scowl.
“You wait.”
She slowly nodded, and his hands spread over her stomach and up to her breasts.
His fingers grazed over her nipples in a tease.
When she moaned, he pinched her nipples in a tight squeeze, and she arched her back, groaning.
The small bite had her eyes rolling and her head pressing against the pillow.
She tugged at her arms. It was an instant reminder she was bound.
Caine gripped her hips, lifted her slightly, and entered her pussy in one fluid motion.
“Ahhh…” She sucked in a harsh breath, feeling her core stretch. He was thicker than most guys she’d been with. Also more skilled, and he eased into her, giving her body time to adjust.
“Caine.” She panted, yanking her wrists against the cuffs. “More.”
He fucked her, digging the pads of his fingers into her ass and positioning her to go deeper.
His slow methodical rhythm only intensified the molten lightning streaking through every nerve in her body.
Every thrust and stroke had her clenching her fists, tugging at her restraints.
As much as she got off on being cuffed, she ached to touch him.
Caine slid his hand down her thighs, lifting her legs to lay flat over his chest. This new angle had her gasping for breath.
“Fuck, baby.” She breathed.
Baby? Never once in her life had she given any man a pet name.
Especially one as masculine as Caine. Baby?
She was on the verge of dying of embarrassment when she heard him grunt in what she could only assume was approval.
His hips rocked against hers, picking up pace and digging his fingers into her calves, his short nails spiking into her flesh.
Keely was on the verge of riding yet another mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm.
“Caine.” She moaned, straining her neck.
He dropped her legs over his thighs, her heels digging into the mattress as he came over her body and pressed his mouth against hers.
He dipped his tongue past her lips, tasting every inch of her mouth, and stealing her breath in the process.
It didn’t matter. If she died by suffocation in this form? I’ll die fucking happy.
His cock pounded inside of her until she was screaming his name. His head swung back, and she watched the chords of his throat strain as he settled one long hard thrust into her body.
Fuckkkk!
****
Caine had released her from the handcuffs fifteen minutes ago, but Keely remained lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows with her finger tracing over her wrist.
Yeah, she fucking likes them. There were plenty of women who were willing participants in his games. But he’d never been with one so green. And eager.
“Any chance you’d ever let me cuff you?”
His brows dipped in a deep scowl and his answer was instant.
“No.”
“Double standard.” She winked.
Her hair was a wild mess, strands going in different directions. Fucking beautiful . His hand itched to touch her again. So he did. Caine slid the palm of his hand over her cheek, and she leaned into him.
“Thanks for finding my bracelet.” Her voice was barely a whisper, and he couldn’t tell if it was purposely done, or if she was trying to strike up a conversation.
Caine would’ve been content with the silence. But that wasn’t Keely.
“My mom would’ve killed me if I’d lost it.”
He wasn’t very knowledgeable or an expert in jewelry, but from what he gathered, there wasn’t much value in her bracelet. From his observation, it wasn’t even genuine gold. But he’d play along in an effort to find out the importance of it.
“Expensive?”
Keely scoffed, turning the metal on her wrist. “It probably cost about ten dollars back in the day. Today? I wouldn’t get anything for it. It’s not even real gold. My brother, Kill, teases me all the time about it turning my wrist green.” She glanced over and smirked. “He’s not wrong.”
Caine eyed the gold-plated jewelry. “You like green wrists?”
Keely chuckled, hiking her shoulders to her ears.
“It has sentimental value. My grandmother, my mom’s mom, gave it to me.
It was hers when she was a little girl. Her name was Kathleen, hence the K initial.
It was her most prized possession, until of course, I showed up.
I’m the only granddaughter in the family.
Aside from my brother, I have seventeen cousins.
” She raised her brows. “All boys. So, when I came along, my grandmother was ecstatic. Then my mother gives me a K name, and the rest is history. It forever sealed me as Granny’s favorite, though some of my cousins dispute that claim.
But where’s their bracelet, right?” Keely grinned, her green eyes illuminating under the dim lighting.
Caine couldn’t relate to the story or even the history behind her family. But he liked the way her eyes lit up retelling it.
“So, what about you?” She nudged his arm. “Are your grandparents still alive?”
He hadn’t thought of them in years. It made sense since he’d never known them on either side. He could’ve been honest, but that would’ve led to questions about his past. He wasn’t going there with her, or anyone for that matter. He settled on a fair and honest, to his knowledge, answer.
“No.”
“Hmmm.” Keely mused, staring down at her bracelet.
“Only my dad’s mom is still around, and she’s mean as hell.
She doesn’t like kids, never did.” Keely chuckled, shaking her head.
“Can you imagine having four and then admitting you don’t even like them?
My dad and uncles are the best fathers. I guess that’s their way of making up for what they never had. ”
She rested her chin in her palm. “Do you like kids?”
It was a loaded question and admittedly, the first time he’d ever been asked. Caine went with the simplest of answers.
“Don’t know any.”
That would change in another month. Oz’s woman, Elodie, was a month from her due date. A boy. A son to carry on Oz’s legacy. They’d already been implementing new measures for the safety of his entire family. Yet another person Caine would willingly lay down his own life, for the sake of theirs.
She raised her brows and snorted. “That sounds like a cop-out answer. Do you want to have them, like in the future?”
His answer was immediate and honest. “No.”
Caine had no business raising another human. It took patience, an open heart, and a conscience. None of which he possessed. He noticed her face fall slightly, but she caught herself and shrugged.
“I’m still on the fence if I want them. I think I’d make a better aunt than mom.”
No, she was wrong. Someday Keely would be a fantastic mother. Love, laughter, acceptance, and fun. Her kids would be lucky. And so will the bastard that gets to keep her forever. Caine rolled onto his back, ignoring the gnawing ache in his heart.
“It’s late,” he grumbled, leaning over to the nightstand and turning down the lights. There was still a soft glow from the kitchen illuminating the room. It was just enough darkness for him to fall asleep and light to keep him content.
Thirty-two years old and he still had an aversion to blackout darkness. Scars from his past.
“Does this mean you’re not kicking me out?”
“You wanna stay? Stay.”
There was a long stretch of silence, and then he felt the mattress shift and immediately jerked up. Keely had her back to him with the sheet wrapped over her breasts.
“Where the hell are you going?” His tone was harsher than intended.
“You didn’t give me a definitive ‘I want you to stay,’ so I’m leaving.”
The fuck you are.
When she dropped her feet to the floor, Caine leaned over, hooked his arm around her waist, and pulled her back down to the bed.
“Yeah, I want you to fucking stay,” he said, pulling her over his chest. She turned with a smile playing on her lips.
“That was a test.” She rested her cheek over his heart. “And you passed. Night, Caine.”
She settled against him, curling in closer. Caine’s hand spanned over her back, listening to her breathe until she was fast asleep. He was playing with fire. This? Them? It could never work down the road. They weren’t the same. They were on different paths never meant to intersect.
It could never be everything.
But at least I get something.