Chapter Seventeen
Caine
Being a gentleman sucks. I’m not gonna lie! All I want to do is rip off Mikayla’s shorts, throw her on the bed and fuck her. But she’s not like other women I’ve been with. She’s just… she’s different. I want to be different. And I refuse to treat her like the women I meet at bars.
For almost three months, all I could do was think about her.
And now that she’s here… I’m not gonna fuck this up by fucking her like she isn’t something far more important.
Especially without taking her out on a real date.
At the very least, since she’s not entirely on board with this (I blame myself, obviously), I have to show her that I’m serious.
I have the entire day planned in my head for tomorrow.
I need to drive into town and get her car checked out, and then I’m gonna get some stuff for a picnic.
It’s supposed to be nice again tomorrow, and I plan to take full advantage.
After that, I’m taking her riding. I want her to see where I live, hopefully she will fall in love with the ranch and will never want to leave.
Woah, I may be getting ahead of myself here!
After we ride, I’m taking her out to dinner at Shirley’s. I have to call ahead and make sure Pamela isn’t going to be there. Tracy, the owner, will hold a table for me. I’ll just tell her that I met Mikayla there and how I want to make this special.
So, yeah, I’m going all out. Hotel room and everything after! I’m not fucking this up. Mikayla is special, and I want her to know it. I need her to know it because, fuck—I don’t want her to leave. A week under my roof and the thought of her leaving has me scowling.
I won’t pretend I’m not in fucking pain. Blue balls is a real thing, and that kiss—fuck, it was good. Her thighs gripped me tight around my waist, and all I could picture was them bare, her pussy wet and ready as my dick slid into her.
But again, Mikayla isn’t a one-night stand. I will not treat her as though she doesn’t matter.
With a groan, I unzip my pants and release my cock from my boxer briefs and squeeze it. Fuck, I’m hard! I tug just enough to relax the tension in my body. I remove my pants and shirt. I know I smell bad. A day on the ranch is no joke. I need a shower.
I open the linen closet in my room and remove a clean towel and wrap it around my waist. I heard Mikayla close the door to her room, so I should be able to walk out and use the bathroom without running into her. My dick makes a tent in this towel so, yeah, best she stays hidden away in her room.
The bathroom is in-between our rooms, so I have no choice but to walk out and shuffle my horny ass to the bathroom.
As I get to the door, a low hum halts me. I turn my head, trying to figure out where the hell that noise is coming from. It’s a persistent sound, so I know it’s not my cell phone.
“Fuu-ck!”
I stop short. That was Mikayla. I just heard Mikayla moan.
Wait… what? Is she—is that—is she doing what I think she’s doing?
“Uh!” she moans again, and my dick twitches as I stand out here listening to her.
I can’t say what compels me to do what I do next, especially after everything I’d just told myself, but fuck if I’m gonna let her get off to a vibrator when my mouth and hands are eagerly available.
I walk the three steps to her room, turn the knob slowly and walk in.
She doesn’t even hear me as I shut the door behind me.
I walk a few more steps and halt at the vision before me.
Her legs are spread wide, and tits are bare and bouncing, and her eyes are shut as she holds the toy between her thighs.
I’m a dog, a fucking dog. My mouth is salivating, and I lick my lips as the scent of her arousal hits me.
My towel suddenly feels restrictive, so I unhook it and toss it onto the chair beside the door. I walk over to the bed and climb on, amazed she still hasn’t opened her eyes and noticed me.
“I think that’s my job,” I tell her quietly and smile when her eyes spring open and a small scream escapes her lips.
I climb on top of her before she can close her legs and get away.
“Caine?” she whispers breathlessly.
I wait for her to pull away, to turn away from me, something—anything to indicate she doesn’t want this.
But instead of telling me no, she releases her vibrator, which is still on, by the way, and driving me a little insane as it continues to rattle against my dick. She wraps her arms around my neck.
I take her lips then, diving into her mouth as she moans, tightening her arms around me. I reach between us and remove the toy, turn it off and toss it away, her juices coating my hand when I replace the toy with it.
“Were you thinking about me?” I ask as I slide a finger inside her, then flick her clit with my thumb.
“Yes,” she groans, her head thrown back as she arches against me.
It’s carnal, fierce and intense when her pussy clutches my fingers, her orgasm hitting so abruptly, she must have been close when I took her toy away.
I grab one of her breasts with my other hand and lower my head, pulling her taut nipple into my mouth as she rides the wave of her orgasm. I suck hard, then flick her nipple with my tongue as her hands grab my ass, her nails digging into my skin.
“Please,” she pleads, her nails stinging as they sink into me. Then she grinds her hips against my hand. “More!”
I move my hand to her other breast and roll her nipple between my fingers, pinching the tip as she writhes beneath me.
“Please,” she moans again, but this time her legs wrap around me.
I remove my hand from her pussy only for her to grab my cock and tug, her wetness coating the base of my dick. My eyes actually roll back into my head when she adjusts, lifts her hips and I glide inside her tight cunt.
“Yes,” she hisses when I bottom out inside her.
Fuck, it feels so good. And then we begin to move, her hips meeting mine as her heels press against my ass.
I place my forearms on the bed, boxing her face in, and kiss her lips again, our tongues dancing in the same rhythm as our hips, my dick moving in and out as her tight pussy pulsates around it.
Every part of my body sizzles with pleasure, moving down my spine.
She’s so fucking wet and tight I have to force myself to hold back.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been with a woman, my thoughts all consumed with the little temptress arching below me. My God, was the wait worth it.
“Harder!” she demands, her hands tugging at my hair. “Harder!” she repeats, her voice breathy and husky.
Fuck—this woman! She knows what she wants, and I have every intention of giving it to her.
I sit up, my knees on the mattress and grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. With every thrust, I pull her toward me, my dick slamming inside her, harder and harder.
“Fuck!” I groan.
But it isn’t enough. I want to be deeper. I need to find that special spot within her. I can make this better, I can make her come harder, and as much as I can see how enthralled she is right now, I know I’m not hitting her G-spot.
I pull out and flip her over. Mikayla squeals as I hike her ass up and spank it, not once, but twice, her butt jiggling in the most enticing way. I grab her waist and slam back into her from behind.
“Caine!” she screams, her hand smacking the headboard as I thrust into her again. “Ah!” she cries out.
I feel it then, and I know my dick is hitting that spot because her legs begin to quiver, and cunt starts to pulsate around my cock.
“Fuck!” I groan as I slam into her. I’m so close, electricity shooting down my spine and my balls tighten. I’m about to come.
I wait until I know she’s there, her chest dropping to the mattress as her arms give out, before I groan, “Mikayla,” my head thrown back as my dick shoots rope after rope inside her. “Ah!” I cry out as the orgasm rocks me.
I give out and she falls onto the mattress, her legs sliding in between mine. I drop to the side and take her with me, not ready for our bodies to separate. I lie with her on our side; her back to my chest. I place a hand between her breasts, feeling her heart pound.
When her pussy squeezes me again, it then hits me like a bull’s horn to the gut about what I’d just done.
“I’m on the pill,” Mikayla says as though she’s able to read my thoughts. “I’ve only been with one guy, and we always used protection,” she adds. “I’ve…”
“I’ve never been with a woman without a condom,” I tell her. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”
I almost chuckle. Pamela was the last woman I slept with. The two experiences are incomparable.
This… this right here, the passion, the pleasure, the connection—it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I squeeze her closer and bury my face in her neck, taking in the warm jasmine scent of her.
Even when I was married, I still used protection. It was like I knew subconsciously that my marriage was wrong.
“I’m sorry,” I say, the shock of what I did settling in my mind. “I’ve been thinking about you for so long. I heard you and I lost my fucking mind.”
“Please feel free to lose your mind again in the future,” Mikayla replies, a light giggle escaping her lips.
The sound is so perfect, husky and rich, especially after the most intense orgasm of my life.
“I wanted our first time to be special,” I say, and when I hear it, I cringe inside because I don’t want her to think this wasn’t.
You’d think from my word vomit that I was sixteen and asking out the girl of my dreams for the first time. Except I’m forty and asking out the girl of my dreams, literally. I have been dreaming about her for three fucking months!
“That wasn’t special enough?” Mikayla asks, her body turning to look at me.
The smile is gone from her face as her eyes meet mine head-on.
I place a hand on her cheek and caress it with my thumb before kissing her lightly, her lips like soft clouds pressing against mine.
“I just mean I have a whole day planned for you tomorrow. I wanted to take you out, show you how amazing you are to me before… well…” my voice trails off.
“Before fucking my brains out?” she asks playfully, the smile back in place.
I frown. I don’t want this to be a joke to her. I don’t want this to be a quick fuck.
“What?” she asks, the smile gone from her face as she sits up.
“This isn’t a game to me,” I say, my voice deep, serious.
I’m worried now. Does she not feel what I feel? Being around her, holding her, dancing with her, I want more of it. Everything inside me is screaming at me to hold on to her and never let her go.
Mikayla’s eyes dart back and forth between mine before she reaches a hand over, her fingers lightly grazing my lips.
“I’m not sure what you’re offering,” she whispers, her face flushed.
“I’m offering me. A chance for us to get to know each other, date, be together,” I say clumsily.
Am I Pamela in this scenario? Fuck, I hope not.
I’m pretty sure if I say Live with me forever, she’ll grab her shit and run.
“I don’t live here,” she says sadly.
“Where do you live?” I ask, not knowing what I’m asking.
Water begins to fill her eyes, and her face darkens before her eyes shut and tears begin to fall.
“Nowhere,” she chokes out.
Mikayla tries to hide her face from me with her hands, but I pull them away before pulling her into my arms.
“Shh,” I coo, trying to comfort her, my hand moving slowly up and down her spine. She’s so tiny, my hand basically covers her entire back. “You aren’t alone,” I tell her, willing her to believe me.
“You don’t do relationships,” she repeats what she said earlier tonight.
“I’m willing to try with you,” I say quietly. “Sweetheart, if that isn’t something you’re interested in, now’s the time to tell me.”
“It’s crazy,” she replies, pulling back, but she doesn’t let me go. Her fingers play with the hair at the nape of my neck.
“What’s crazy?” I ask, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. I kiss her neck, feeling her shiver.
“I’ve done nothing but think about you for three months. And you were so clear about not wanting a relationship,” she says, her brow furrowing as she regards me. “I guess I’m a little confused.”
Well—fuck—I guess I have a story to tell.