Chapter 19Cain
Chapter Nineteen
CAIN
S omething in me changed during that shower.
I don’t know what came over me, but as soon as I heard her turn the water on, I found myself stripping down and joining her. Half of me expected her to kick my ass out. But when she leaned back into me?
Fuuuuck.
I knew I was done for when I saw that her nipples were pierced. A man can only take so much. And that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. And I’ve been with a lot of women, women who live life on the wild side and love to fuck and party with no shits given. I’ve even been to sex clubs and gotten my kink on there. But never in my life have I gotten my kink on with someone I felt a connection to. The razor thing was a first. I’ve never felt possessive of a pussy before, but once I felt it clench around my fingers, I knew it was mine.
My Ma always told me that one day I’ll meet the game changer and stop whoring around, finally giving her some grandbabies. And I’m starting to think she was actually fucking right. Everything becomes less exciting in your forties. It never once crossed my mind that something was just missing.
My little hellcat can act like she doesn’t want me all she wants, but she can’t deny the way her body responds to me as soon as I get my hands on her. Or how her tight cunt sucks my fingers in, begging to be fucked. I thought I was going to black out when she wrapped her hand tightly around the end of my dick. Never felt something so soft before. She’s enough to bring a man like me down to his knees. And that’s saying something.
I knew she didn’t believe me when I told her that this was just about her. I meant every fucking word I said. In the shower, I realized that I needed to prove to her that I’m serious about this. I also need to clear things up about fucking Candy.
I look up as I hear her exiting the bathroom. Her cheeks are still flushed from her orgasm. God, she looks gorgeous. I can’t wait to see what look I’ll put there when she finally takes my cock.
She stops dead in her tracks as soon as she notices me. Her alarmed eyes are glued to me lounging on her bed. “Oh. You were serious? About getting food?”
“I never joke about food, hellcat. You’ve worked me up an appetite. What type of man would I be if I didn’t feed you?”
“Uh, the kind that gets off and leaves?” she says, looking even more confused than before.
“Did you see me get off? Feel my cum spurt all over your gorgeous tits and soft belly?” Her face turns crimson at that. I never thought a girl blushing at something sexual would be cute, but it is. So fuckin’ cute.
“No,” she rushes out. “I offered and yo?—”
“And I said it was about you. Which it was, babe. I’m just yankin’ your chain. Put on some clothes and let’s go eat. We can talk over food.” I cut her off before she could spew any more bullshit. I can see the doubt swirling in her eyes. The unanswered question of what I’m doing shines bright.
And if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t even really know what the fuck I’m doing. I just know that I feel like there is something worth exploring here. Will that mean she’s my old lady? No clue. But I’m about to find out. Let’s just hope Scotch doesn’t try to skin my ass alive in the process once he finds out what I’m doing with his baby sister.
Evan finally reappears from her walk-in closet dressed in black skinny jeans with rips all over them and an oversized crewneck sweatshirt that says “No Thanks.”
“Ready, little hellcat?”
“I don’t know. Am I?” She gestures towards her outfit. “You never said where we’re going.”
“DD’s. I know you like the food. I know I like the food. And it’s safe territory with all of the weird shit that’s been going on.” Seemed like a win-win to me, but Evan seemed to tense up a little when I mentioned we were going to DD’s. “That okay?”
Hesitating, as if about to say something else, she responds, “Yeah, that’s fine. Let me just let Hades out real quick before we go.”
“Keys, babe.” I hold out my hand, waiting for them after she locks up the house. I’ve been itching to get a feel for her Mustang since I saw it at the clubhouse.
“Uh, you’re not driving my car.” She snorts.
“I think I proved earlier that I know my way around a hood. I’ll have her purring sweet for me.” I wink.
Seeing that she wasn’t going to win this one, Evan drops the keys in my hand with a glare that instantly makes my dick hard and a warning to be careful before she slides into the passenger seat. But not before I slap that ass.
God, I’ll never get sick of watching that ass.
I feel the adrenaline tingle through my whole body when I push the start ignition button, and the engine rumbles to life. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Evan trying to discreetly rub her thighs together. “Get you hot babe?”
“No.” Liar.
It’s cute my little hellcat doesn’t think I know that she’s trying to release some of the ache. I would be a fucking liar if I said my dick wasn’t getting even harder at the purr of the engine, the feel of the black leather, and her scent surrounding me.
I think I got myself an adrenaline sex kitten on my hands if she’s already ready to go again, and all it took was this car coming to life.
“Buckle up, babe,” I say as I back out of her drive, throwing it into drive and putting the pedal to the floor.
We made it to DD’s in record time. If I had to choose between a cage and my bike, I’d pick my bike every time. However, this little hellcat and her ride were seriously making me reconsider, especially now that I know how hot she runs.
Fuck. How is she single?
A woman like that deserves to be worshiped every day. She has no clue what she just got herself into with me—no clue she just tied herself to a man that will kill whatever motherfucker puts his hands on her. Fuck, even looks in her direction.
“Stay put,” I say before opening my door and walking around the hood until I’m at her door, pulling it open and outstretching my hand for her to grab.
What a fucking gentleman I’ve become. I wouldn’t be caught dead doing this to some bitch in the past. If the guys could see me right now, they would be laughing their asses off.
I clock the stares we’re getting as Evan and I walk through the bar with my hand on her lower back to the circular booth that’s always reserved for the club and me. The gesture wasn’t lost on the guys looking. I made sure I made eye contact with every single motherfucker that had the balls to watch.
Yeah, she’s off-limits, shithead.
Delaney clocked us as soon as we came in and set my drink down seconds after we were seated, looking expectantly at Evan for her order.
“She’ll take a rum and coke, Dell.”
“Menus?”
I nod my head, and she’s off. I feel Evan’s narrowed gaze on me. “What?”
“How did you know that’s what I wanted to drink?”
“I pay attention, hellcat. It’s what you were drinking when you were last here, and it was on your bar cart in your dining room. Along with tequila, but I figured you weren’t ready for your clothes to fall off so soon.” I wink, throwing my arm around her shoulder and pulling her flush against me.
“What are you doing?” Evan hisses, back ramrod straight.
“What does it look like? We’re having a drink and about to have some food. You know what you’re getting?” I ask; no sense in making her freak out more when I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing.
Seeming to accept that answer, she replies softly, “I want that bleu cheeseburger I ordered last time but didn’t get the chance to eat.”
“Whatever you want, babe.” I smile. When Delaney returns with Evan's drink, I place our order of two bleu cheeseburgers.
We just settle in a comfortable silence, each having a few sips of our drinks and watching the live band for the night get set up. A strange feeling settles over me as I realize I like this. I like just sitting here with her. Hell, I like just being around her in general. And that fucking scares me.
“Well, well, well. Don’t mind if we join you, do ya?” An all too familiar voice comes from my right. I turn to see Hash, drink already in hand, with Scotch not far behind him, drink in hand as well, except his hard stare is locked on my arm around Evan’s shoulders. I feel Evan tensing again as they approach, and I don’t fucking like it. I just started getting her to relax around me and enjoy herself.
Hash plops down in the booth next to me while Scotch sits beside Evan. “Are we interrupting something?” Scotch asks, glare still in place as his eyes dart between Evan and me.
“Just treating Evan to some food after a rigorous afternoon of trimming.” I smirk while looking at Evan, whose face is currently as red as the ketchup bottle on the table. Who knew I would be trimming more than one type of bush today?
“He helped me trim some plants today,” she says while glaring at me. They don’t know that I trimmed my hellcat’s pretty little pussy. They don’t know how wet she got with each stroke of the razor. How hard her pussy clenched when I played with her clit.
“Well, let’s get this fucking party started! Dell!” Hash yells toward the bar, breaking me from my thoughts of Evan’s pussy. “Round of shots for the table!” Turning back to face us, eyes set on Evan, he asks, “You okay with whiskey, babe?” Her grimace has him yelling back toward Dell, “Make one a tequila!” Hash wags his eyes at Evan. “I know all of the ladies love tequila,”
“Tequila’s good.” She smirks at him just as the live band starts up. Dell is around a minute later with our shots and gone as quickly as she came. I raise an eyebrow toward Scotch, who has taken his glare off Evan and is now locked on Delaney.
“To a banging fucking night with our new friend, Evan!” Hash raises his shot glass up to cheers against ours. I tap mine once on a table for good luck before bringing it to my lips, enjoying the small distraction the burn brings.
I think this is the first time I’ve seen Evan genuinely smile. She’s relaxed a bit since the guys joined us. Unexpected and slightly unwanted, but if my girl is enjoying herself, then I could give a flying fuck where I’m at.
Wait, my girl?
I like spending time with Evan and having fun, but to claim her? I like being able to control my environment, and this has me spiraling. The reason I do not have attachments is because it saves a lot of headaches. It’s not easy being an old lady to a one percenter. And honestly? I’ve never found someone I would want to go through headaches for. I need some space to clear my head from this shit.
“I need to get some stuff done in the back. You good with the guys?” I gruffly ask, my change in tone making her frown.
“Uh, yeah.” Does she sound hurt? Shit. I have too much on the line right now to worry about feelings. Like who the fuck jacked what we were transporting and killed two of my men. I can’t let it distract me if she is or isn’t upset.
I slam the rest of my drink while meeting Hash’s questioning gaze. I nod my head toward Evan, signaling for him to watch over her. Only when I get a nod in confirmation from him do I head on back without a word or a backward glance