Chapter 4
Chapter Four
As I scrunched the towel in my hair, I scanned the syllabus I’d set on my nightstand.
A two-hour class every Thursday wasn’t too difficult to balance as I settled into my new environment.
My other class started next Monday in the evening.
My plan was to focus on the work for that one on the weekend.
I was required to take six credits in the au pair program, and it was one of the driving forces as to why I’d chosen the program.
It was a win-win situation. Whoever hired me understood they would have to fit my schedule around theirs too.
I would have a place to live, and I’d be working on my Bachelor of Arts degree in Education.
I dropped the towel on the hamper in the corner and unraveled my towel to don my robe.
After the eventful night yesterday, I’d tossed my pajamas into the dirty laundry pile.
With his cologne clinging to the fabric, it would have been too tempting to sniff.
Once I tied my robe tight, I poked my head out into the hall.
Remaining still for a moment, I listened, but it was so quiet I could hear a pin drop.
I shuffled out, my slippers so soft they couldn’t be heard as I headed toward the kitchen.
I hunted for a glass and walked over to the fridge to dispense water.
The drone of the liquid pouring into the glass echoed loudly in the silence.
A single light was on above the stove, but it was enough to see how the washed dishes were placed on the little wire rack to dry.
Had Luke shown up this evening to clean up?
I shuffled closer to inspect the dish I’d prepared Mr. Astor’s food on. I took a sip of the water.
Mr. Astor must have done them.
The image of his sleeves rolled up as his wet hands scrubbed the porcelain invaded my mind. I chugged more water, but it did nothing to calm the heat on my face or for the swelling urge to be sated.
Distraction, I needed a distraction. I swept my gaze across the counter.
My chocolate cake sat half-eaten in the cling wrap.
Crumbs littered the spot right outside the plate.
Based on the little uneven chunk in the corner, I could make a guess as to who picked at it.
I turned to look for some paper towels and bumped into a tall body.
My mouth dropped to scream and a palm blocked the shout, muffling it.
I stumbled back, pushed by the force of the body overwhelming my space. My spine pressed against the counter. Caine stared at me from over his hand on my mouth. In the flurry of movement, my robe tugged to the side and cool air brushed my chest.
His gaze dropped to the part showing my skin. I followed his gaze to the swell of my breasts pushed up against his chest, making them more prominent.
His length swelled against me. I gasped, stiffening. He groaned.
“Don’t move,” he bit out.
He leaned forward, pressing his weight into me as his hands settled on the counter behind me. I stayed excruciatingly still. It was my only choice, because otherwise, I would have rubbed against him like I was already in heat. Embarrassing. I tucked my chin down.
“Sir?” I whispered.
The shaft against me seemed to pulsate.
“Fuck,” he hissed and his hands settled on my waist, squeezing.
Slowly, he rubbed his palms up and down my sides.
The sensitivity between my legs wasn’t getting any better and him touching me like that .
. . I squirmed and ended up rubbing against him.
He grunted and his hands slipped into my robe.
The fabric parted to his touch and the soft, warm touch lit me aflame. I gasped, tipping my head back.
“Caine?”
His face neared and caught my lips with his. Caine flicked his tongue inside my mouth, running it along the inside of my lip. Oh my goodness, he felt delightful against me.
“Say my name again,” he said gruffly. “Ask me to touch you.”
There was no deliberating; I was too primed.
“Caine,” I breathed. “Please touch me.”
He gripped my hips and hoisted me onto the edge of the counter.
I clamped my lips together to muffle my shout of surprise.
My legs parted with the push of his hips nestling between them.
He ground forward and his pajama pants pressed against my wet, bare sex.
Slick dripped from my pussy, need becoming so piercing all I could do was pull at his shirt until it was out of his belt, and I could touch skin.
Caine grunted and cupped my face to angle it as he kissed me deeply. I felt like I was floating on a cloud with how he handled me.
I whimpered, needing him to thrust against me. Bunching the cotton of his shirt, I pulled him closer against me as I tipped my hips up. The hardness pushed exactly where I needed him and I gasped.
“I need a taste,” he murmured and dropped to his knees, placing his face level with my pussy. He squeezed my thighs, his large hands engulfing them, then buried his face between my legs.
His tongue dragged up my slit, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. Caine ran his tongue up to my clit and rubbed against it. I set my palms on the counter, leaning back as his hands searched my body, rubbing and touching me.
His thumbs grazed my nipples, and another rush of slick accumulated. He thrust his tongue inside me and I could feel my channel clasping onto him.
I took hold of his hair.
“More, please, Caine,” I breathed. If he liked me saying his name . . . “Please, Alpha,” I murmured. His shoulders jerked, and he moaned against my slick core. He stilled, his body taut. “Alpha,” I breathed.
Caine stood so fast it gave me whiplash. “I need to be inside you.” He jerked down his pajama bottoms and his hard, veined cock bounced free.
Grabbing my waist, he twisted me around, then pushed my stomach against the counter.
His hand tugged the hem of the robe up and a warm tip grazed my ass, smearing his precum on my skin.
His arms wrapped around my torso and he simultaneously slid inside me.
The pressure stung as my channel stretched to accommodate him.
My hands slapped the top of the counter as he thrust deep.
I gasped, tensing and if I wasn’t producing as much slick as I was, it would have hurt more.
“So damn sexy,” he said huskily against my ear.
I shivered, and the resistance gave way to his possession.
I squeezed my eyes shut, pleasure overtaking the sting.
His hand delved under my robe and his skin slid up my side, traveling until he cupped my breast. The graze of his finger sent pulses of pleasure through my limbs and my body responded.
The foreign sensation of feeling him shove inside me was so different to having fingers inside me. I gripped the edge of the counter and held on with everything inside me, arching back against him with violent need.
His hand on my breast slid back down my side, then he thrust his hips, panting and grunting with each glide. He worked his knot into me, the bulge stretching me even more. I dragged in a hard breath.
“Relax for me.”
My body did as he ordered and he fit himself flush against me.
The angle he slid into me was mind-boggling. I couldn’t breathe from his commanding thrusts.
“More, Caine,” I groaned.
“You’re unbelievable,” he whispered against my ear. My sex clenched around him, making him hiss a breath out between his teeth.
“Alpha,” I whined, keeping my voice low.
I arched my spine, and he took better hold of my hips. The low thump of our flesh coming together filled my ears, raising my desire to a painful level.
My legs began to shake.
“Alpha, I’m going to fall,” I whimpered.
“I have you angel,” he breathed, and my knees gave out. He took tight hold on my waist, his fingers sinking into my skin, but all I could focus on was the sensation wringing through my sex. The orgasm hit me like a truck and I ground backwards, trying to keep him deep inside me.
“Alpha,” I whimpered repeatedly.
His thrusts picked up, drawing out my release.
“Ffuuuuck,” he hissed and stilled. The front of his body pressed against me and his arms wound around my belly, squeezing himself against me so we were both propped by the counter.
He pulled back so suddenly, taking his knot from me, and warmth jutted across my ass. I would have fallen if I hadn’t been propped against the counter. Gush after gush painted my skin. I missed him inside me. I panted, reveling in the heat spiraling outward from my stomach.
Sex with him was . . . amazing.
“Don’t move,” he ordered gruffly.
I stayed in place. The scrape of him walking away lasted a few seconds before the sound returned.
He smoothed a cloth across my butt, swiping his cum away.
Gently, he lowered the fabric of my robe and his hands smoothed down my back, then he pressed against my back. Being cradled against him was heavenly.
“Alpha?” I murmured. His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, then he squeezed me once. He breathed out, rustling my loose hair around my shoulders and pulling a shiver from me.
“It can’t happen again,” he murmured against my neck. Even that caused tingles of pleasure. “You work for me.”
The emphasis on how he said it immediately sucked the air from my lungs. I didn’t move an inch.
“It won’t happen again,” I whispered.
“Fuck,” he groaned and squeezed me once, then let go.
The shuffled steps retreated, and I closed my eyes.
At least he hadn’t fired me again. I mustered up the courage to look behind me.
He was already gone.
Hollowness spread through my stomach. I’d get over it. It wasn’t like he was around much. When I got hired, Barry mentioned he was often gone anyway.
I breathed out slowly. I didn’t have an option but to get over it. The only thing that was becoming startlingly clear was that I needed to download that dating app so I had an Alpha to soothe my heat when it came . . . otherwise, I’d end up begging Caine Astor to fuck me.
I wanted my fucking au pair.
I thumped the glass on the side table. Samuel raised an eyebrow at me from where he lounged in the chair in the private room of our country club.
Only one drink, because there was no doubt I’d seek her out if I was inebriated.
“What’s up your ass?” Samuel mused.
“Nothing,” I snapped.
Samuel chuckled. That bastard had been all smiles since he’d found his Nina.
“How’s it been with Dalton’s new nanny?”
“She’s an au pair,” I said in a clipped voice and took another swig of the whiskey.
“And fine.” He watched me with narrowed eyes.
Samuel wouldn’t think I would fuck her. Not after Dalton’s mother.
I didn’t want to answer any questions about it, so I needed to change the subject. “Have you spoken to Oliver?”
Samuel dragged his hand through his hair, shaking his head disapprovingly. “He’s been on a bender ever since we told him the ultimatum.”
“Not all of us will be enamored with their spouse like you,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Even further, there’s no certainty in finding a Scent Match and he knows that, still, I’m surprised he’s not throwing more of a tantrum.”
“Because he knows he went too far with his last sting. He’ll continue whoring his way through New York.” The disapproving furrowed eyebrows was the spitting image of Theodore, our oldest brother.
“Poor girl.” I tsked. “Is Theodore still considering marrying him off to the driver’s daughter?” We owed a debt to the family after they’d helped us, and he wanted his daughter to be an Astor.
“Everything came back clear in her background,” Sam murmured. “We don’t need money. We need someone to keep him in line, so yes, he’s leaning toward her, but we’re waiting for the report from the second P.I.”
“The invasive one, you mean?” I drawled, tipping the glass toward him.
“That’s rich, coming from you.” His phone vibrated on the table, and he snatched it up with alarming speed. That was likely Nina. They were always up each other’s ass. It was sickening. He peered at the screen and grinned.
Definitely Nina.
He stood and jerked his chin at me, leaving the saloon. He wouldn’t be back. I settled into my seat, swirling the glass, and watched the turning gold drink.
I’d learned my lesson.
With a snort, I shook my head. I’d screwed Isabelle sober. That was the most concerning part of my lust. My brain was always on overdrive, never allowing me to relax and lose myself to an orgasm.
Yet, I couldn’t resist thinking about her sweet little body curved under me.
I was fucked.
I eyed the medication sitting on top of his desk, then peeked at him from under my eyelashes. The morning-after pill . . . I’d never had sex and the first time I did, he was concerned about this?
“I understand it’s insulting—”
“No,” I said quickly, interrupting him. “I understand.”
From early on, I’d known I was infertile, but he didn’t know that.
“I can’t have children,” I said as I picked up the box.
When I peeked up at him, there was a furrow between his eyebrows. Tearing the box open quickly, I dropped the pill in my hand and tossed it back. I grabbed the water bottle and chugged.
Finishing swallowing, I met his wide eyes. I licked my lips and wrung my hands in my lap.
“May I go?” I whispered, dropping my eyes.
“Yes,” he said, sounding off.
The back of my knees hit the chair from standing up so fast. I shuffled toward the door and hesitated.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to try and trap you,” I muttered, struggling with sadness and anger. I wasn’t sure what I was allowed to feel, but all of this felt icky. “And I don’t expect anything from you.” I exhaled slowly. “Thank you for letting me keep my job.”
With that, I exited as quickly as my feet could take me.