Chapter 28Evan
Chapter Twenty-Eight
EVAN
M y head jerks back as if he slapped me, the back of my head hitting the wall hard, making me wince. “What?”
“I want to know why you tipped him off that we were coming! Because when we got there, his ass was nowhere to be found, and then we ended up getting fucking shot at! Was that your end goal? Take me out, and you get to keep the money you’re making from us? Or did someone else pay you to give them our location? Who are you working with?” He fires off question after question, not giving me a chance to answer as he stalks toward me.
“What?” I breathe out. He can’t seriously think I sold him out. Sold Zeke out.
“Tell me you fucking sold me out!” Cain screams in my face that he’s now inches from, so close that I think I felt a little spit hit my cheek. The veins in his neck are bulging from how tightly wound his body is.
And that’s when I snap, slapping him right across the face.
“I didn’t fucking sell you out, you asshole!” I scream back.
He lets out a roar before slamming both palms against the wall, framing my face and making me jump. “Then how did they know I was there?!”
“I don’t know!” I scream. “I don’t fucking know!”
“What the fuck is going on?” Zeke bursts into Cain’s room, the door bouncing off the wall. His face instantly hardens as he takes in the scene in front of him. “Get the fuck out of her face, man.”
Cain pushes off of the wall and faces Zeke. “This is between Evan and I. We’ll talk later about you thinking you own this fucking place and can barge into my room.”
Zeke’s eyes bounce between me and Cain. I give him a stiff nod, letting him know that I’m okay. “I didn’t fucking forget. I just don’t like that I can hear the way you’re talking to her sitting at the bar. You need to check that shit. She didn’t rat us out. Show her some fucking respect.” He turns to leave but stops just before he’s out the door. “Just scream if you need me, Ev.” And on that parting, he’s gone.
Cain walks over and closes his door again, this time softer.
“Look, Cain. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I didn’t sell you out. I can show you my phone or whatever you want, but I didn’t do it,” I say in a softer tone from my spot on his bed that I haven’t moved from. “The thought of you and Zeke getting kill—” I cough, trying to choke back and hide the tears that are threatening to fall from my eyes. “The thought of you and Zeke getting killed is something I never want to think about.”
Cain stares at me from his spot by the door, lost in thought. He may be looking at me, but he isn’t looking at me.
“Cain?” I ask softly, making his eyes dart to mine, breaking his train of thought. “I swear I didn’t do anything.”
He holds my gaze for a long time before finally breaking his silence. “I believe you.” He sighs, sounding resigned and looking slightly defeated.
“Come here.” I pat the open spot on the bed next to me.
Once he’s settled in, I reach my arm up until I can touch his head, lightly running my fingers through his messy hair and massaging his scalp.. “You okay?”
He sighs deeply before responding, “I’m okay, little hellcat. I’m sorry for how I just acted. I know I scared you, but you know that I would never hurt you.”
I can’t even begin to describe the relief that runs through me when he uses the nickname I’ve grown to love. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay. I should have talked to you about all of this first. Some of the brothers just got into my head, and it spiraled from there. And that’s on me. But I never want you to just sit back and take it. That shit ain’t right. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated like that. I promise I’ll check it next time until I discuss it with you.”
Another piece of my wall just chipped away. I can’t believe he’s apologizing. Again. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” I ask softly, still lightly massaging his scalp.
“Basically what I yelled at you earlier. I don’t even know. We got there and could tell he wasn’t home, so we went inside to look around. The place was trashed.” He paused to tilt his head up so he was looking at me. “I’m pissed at you for going there by yourself. I was mad before, but once I saw it with my own two eyes- babe, what in the hell were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was just thinking that I’ve known him for years, and it would be okay. I also didn’t picture him living in a place like that, you know? He just never seemed like he would be that dirty.”
“You never really know someone like that, babe. Especially when it’s a fucked up situation. Just don’t do it again unless you have me or a man with you.”
“You’re not going to follow me around every second of my life. I’m going to have times when I need to meet up with someone or do something without you.”
“If this goes where I think it’s going to go, then yeah, you fucking will.”
“Let’s just agree to disagree, okay?” I say, hoping to get him to drop it for now. My emotions are spent for the day. “Tell me what else happened.”
“This stays between us, yeah? Technically, this is club business, and I shouldn’t be telling you any of it, but since it kind of involves you, I’m going to let that slide.” I nod my head even though he can’t see me, waiting for him to continue. “Good. So when we were leaving, I wasn’t even two feet out the door before they started firing on us. We couldn’t see who it was or where they were, so we just waited it out inside. Felt like a little bitch not being able to face them but I didn’t want to die on you either.” He smirked.
Smirked.
Like the thought of dying is funny.
“I’m just joking, little hellcat.” He laughs. “Anyway, after the firing stopped, we heard some guys outside with Russian accents. They left, and we followed soon after, and now here we are.”
My mind is running a mile a minute, and none of this is making any sense. What is Storm doing with the Russians?
Wait a minute… “How did that lead to you and the whole club thinking I sold you out?” It’s downright insulting, honestly.
“I don’t know. Hash got into my head when we were discussing it when we got back. It was the only explanation that made any sense as to how the Russians knew we were there. He knew I was inside, hellcat.”
“I would rather pull every single fingernail out one by one before I sold any of you out. I hope you know that.”
“I know you would.” He smirks. “That’s very touching.”
“So I guess that explains why Hash ambushed me at my car and why Ink acted like I’m the number one enemy.” I get they were trying to protect their president and brother, but it still hurt how fast they turned on me, even if I barely know them.
Cain stirs under my arm, sitting up and stretching out his back before he pulls my legs onto his lap and massages my feet again. This might be my new favorite way to relax.
“I’ll talk to them. They shouldn’t have treated you like that until I had talked to you and let them know what was up. Again, that’s on me, and I’m sorry, hellcat,” Cain says sincerely as he rubs up to my ankle.
“No, it’s okay. I get it. They’re protective of you, and they should be.” I moan as he rubs just the right spot. “I like that you have that.”
God, I can’t get enough of this man's hands on my body. I turn my body so I’m facing him, allowing him to have more access to both of my legs.
“You have it too, babe. I don’t want you to think that we all wouldn’t have your back like that. We just need to set a couple things straight. Everyone is on edge with what’s been going on.”
I know he’s trying to make me feel better about everything that just happened, but all I can think about is him sucking on my toes the other night. I’m getting turned on just from picturing him bending down right now and lightly sucking on them.
I wonder… I start to move the foot that he isn’t massaging over the outline of his cock, which is tucked slightly down the side of his left thigh, before I continue, “I know. Zeke would do anything for me, and he has in the past. But you and I are still seeing where this goes, so please don’t chew them out. Their loyalty should be with you.”
“What are yo—” he starts to ask just as I rub my foot over the head of his cock, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Oh, fuck.”
Grinning, I do it again, but this time, I go farther toward the base, earning me a deep intake of breath. It’s so thick and hard. I imagine him weeping at the slit just from my contact. Knowing that I can get this reaction out of him makes me feel so empowered. Like I have the control to bring him to his knees.
“Take it out,” I say demandingly. His eyes fly up to meet mine, eyebrows slightly furrowed at my tone. Will he let me have control?
Cain hesitates for a beat before taking his hand off my foot and unbuttoning his jeans. He lifts his hips up slightly so he can pull them down just past his hips, making his cock spring free. The pubic piercing glints at me, just begging to be caressed.
It’s such a turn-on that he doesn’t wear boxers. The thought that I can just unzip his pants and touch his dick at any given moment makes my inner walls clench.
“It’s out, little hellcat. Now, what are you going to do with it?” he rumbles.
And damn if I don’t feel that rumble in my pussy.
“I’m going to play with it, Daddy,” I breathe as I take my foot and lightly rub at the base of his cock, just shy of touching the two silver balls staring up at me.
“Be careful, baby. Payback is a bitch.”
“There won’t be time for payback if you’re begging to get inside.”
That earns me the growl I absolutely love. I finally give him what he wants, lightly rubbing my big toe between the two balls before dragging it up along the velvety flesh until I reach the head of his cock. A soft moan releases from me. The silky feeling underneath my feet is almost too much to take. I shiver as his cock jumps as I circle the head, making it weep at the contact.
My toe drags the wetness around, using it as lube to circle again before I start trailing back to the base, this time on the underside. Back and forth with light, short strokes until I reach his balls. A growl releases from Cain at the contact, making his control snap. My time in charge is done, and he’s over me in a flash, pinning me to his mattress with my arms above my head, and a startled gasp escapes me.
Almost instantly, my hips are searching, needing some friction to ease this ache. The ache that only his dick can satisfy.
“You feel that, little hellcat?” he asks as he pushes his stiff cock into my covered core.
“Yes.” I grind my hips up, feeling his hard cock press into me.
His lips slam down hard on mine, wasting no time as his tongue plunders in, demanding the dominance that he already knows he has. I meet him thrash for thrash, suck for suck, and bite for bite. His growl runs down my throat, making my insides quiver.
“Please,” I whine as I try to pull my wrists out of his hold. I need to touch and explore, to feel his skin against mine.
“Please, what?”
“Let me touch you.”
“Only because you asked like the good girl you are.”
A moan slips out at the praise as he releases my wrists. His hands immediately go to the end of my tank, pulling it up. I lift up slightly, raising my arms to help him out. He wastes no time reaching around my back and unhooking my bra before yanking it off.
“Goddamn,” he groans as he fists both of my breasts. “I’ll never get tired of looking at these fucking tits.”
I let out a loud moan as he dives on one, sucking my nipple in his mouth roughly. My hands shoot to his head, threading through his hair, tugging as he gives it a little nip. His tongue swirls around the hard point, playing with the silver bar as he does so, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.
I tug his hair hard before I trail my hands down his back, lightly scratching my nails as I go. I trail my pointer fingers from his lower back around his waist until I reach the front. Grabbing the waistband of my leggings, I try to pull them down before I’m stopped.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Cain rumbles.
“I want these off.” I basically beg at this point.
“What did I say about payback being a bitch?”
“I learned my lesson. No more teasing.” Okay, now I’m actually begging. “I promise. Please.”
“Mmmmm,” he rumbles as he trails his lips down my stomach. “I don’t think you have yet.” He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of my arousal. “Is my pussy wet for me?”
“Yes.” I thrust my hips up to his face.
“I don’t think I believe you. I think I better see for myself.” He slides a hand inside my waistband and runs a finger down my slit before he thrusts in with no warning.
“Finally,” I moan out as I arch my back at the welcome intrusion. It’s gone before any of the aches I feel can be eased. His hand exits my leggings, and my eyes shoot open in time to see him sticking the finger that was just inside me in his mouth.
“Goddamn, little hellcat. You taste like sin and perfection all wrapped in one.” He growls. “You taste like mine.”
It’s game on from here. Using my feet, I push his jeans down the rest of his legs until they are around his ankles, kicking them off with my feet. His hands are flirting with my waistband before he yanks my leggings and panties down in one swoop, and I rub one foot along each ankle until I can fully kick them off.
Finally, the feeling of his skin on mine is one I’ll never grow tired of. The weight of his body on mine. The feel of his delicious chest hair brushing against my smooth skin. His hands roaming, kneading, and rubbing as he goes. It’s unmatched. The sudden need to taste him is overwhelming. Using all of my strength, I push up on his shoulder. Catching him off guard, he rolls with it so he is half on his side but still slightly over me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking startled.
Instead of answering him, I push on his shoulder again, making him lay fully back before I assault his neck by sucking and licking it. It earns me a groan and a grab of my ass that gives me the confidence I need to continue my assault. As I kiss my way down his chest, I thread his fingers with mine. His hands squeeze mine tightly when he realizes where I’m headed.
“You going to suck Daddy’s thick cock, little hellcat?”
“I’m going to suck my thick cock.” Before he can even respond, I take him in my mouth to the hilt, making me gag. I don’t let up, though, letting the tears flow from my eyes as I get used to the intrusion.
“Shit,” he hisses out as a hand grabs my hair.
I haven’t been with a ton of guys in my 28 years, but I have sucked a few dicks. I never really felt the driving need to do it. It just always seemed like something I needed to do out of obligation. Like, ‘Hey, thanks for going downtown, dude, let me just suck you off real quick’ type of thing. No real effort was ever put into it. I was only focused on getting them off as quickly as possible so it would end. And I sure as hell have never swallowed. If I wasn’t into sucking you off in the first place, why would I want any of that inside of me?
It’s different with Cain, though. I want to get him off in the best way possible. I want to rip every moan, groan, cuss, and shout out of him. I want to be the one to bring him to his knees. Literally and figuratively. And for the first time in my life, I want to swallow everything he’s willing to give me.
Hearing his hiss spurs me on, and I relax my throat so I can take him deeper. Pulling back so the head is at the opening of my mouth, I hollow my cheeks out, sucking hard on it while swirling my tongue around the tip. One hand is playing with his balls, while the other is playing with the little silver bar at the base.
“You’re sucking Daddy so good, little hellcat.” He groans, tipping his head back, his neck and the veins alongside it straining. It’s full-on nasty now. Spit is dripping down my chin and down his cock and balls as I work him faster. And fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing.
“Fuck. I’m close, baby.” His hips are now thrusting, going deeper down my throat.
I wonder what he would do if I just…
“What are you— oh fuck!” he shouts as he explodes down my throat. My hand that I had on his balls is now massaging his taint. I swallow every last drop, lazily licking his cock as the tremors rack through his body. Popping him out of my mouth, I look up at him, satisfied with what I see. He looks completely relaxed and sated. A complete one-eighty from when I arrived.
“Damn, baby. You continue to blow my mind,” he praises as he hauls me up so I’m straddling him. “I think this needs to be a daily thing. You know, for good health.”
“For good health?” I laugh.
“Yeah. I’ve heard it’s good for your skin,” he says, looking sheepish. “You know that was a first for me. Never had someone touch my taint before, and I sure as hell never thought I would be into it, but I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”
There’s that feeling again. The fact that I was just able to give him something no one else has? It’s unmatched. I kiss his lips and whisper against them, “I’ll let you in on a little secret, too. You’re the first guy I’ve ever swallowed with.”
A low rumble starts in his chest and makes its way up his throat and out. “You saying I’m the first guy to mark you in that way?”
“Yup,” I say, popping the p.
“You can’t say things like that to me. Now I’ve got to fuck you.”
“I would be offended if you didn’t.” I nip his bottom lip before I’m flipped on my back, and he’s motorboating my tits.
I can’t help but think this is who I want to spend the rest of my life with.