Chapter Thirty
Mikayla
So, I haven’t moved out. I haven’t even brought it up. Neither has Caine for that matter, though that isn’t even a little surprising.
Recovering from my illness was slow, but I’m finally feeling better. On top of that, my brother is coming into town. After everything with my mom, having Jack come for the holiday really means a lot to me.
Caine texted earlier that he was going to be home late for dinner. I didn’t remind him that his family… Lance, Patrick and Rabecca were coming over.
His text was brief, but when he mentioned that it was related to Jason, I knew it was serious.
“Should we eat without him?” Lance asks as he sets the table.
I open the oven and check the roast I made. It’s time to take it out; otherwise, it will be overcooked. The scent of rosemary and garlic makes my mouth water, and I realize just how hungry I am, but Caine isn’t home yet.
“I don’t want to eat without him,” I say as I remove the rack from the oven.
“We could really piss him off, and I could sit next to you at the head of the table,” Lance says with a wicked grin.
“Is your life goal to piss off your brother?” Rabecca asks as she sits down at the table. Her hand rests on her growing belly.
“Of course,” Lance says, shrugging as though that’s the dumbest statement ever. He scrunches his face and looks at her like she’s crazy.
“What else would we do?” Patrick asks. He walks up to me in the kitchen and opens the drawer beside me. “Want me to carve the roast?”
“Let it rest for a bit, but if Caine isn’t home in the next ten, then yes,” I agree, knowing they need to eat.
Rabecca is pregnant. I can’t make her wait too long.
“Are you excited to work for Kyle?” Rabecca asks me as I plate the vegetables. “With me?”
“I’m not sure. We had a weird start,” I admit. I look at her, feeling a little embarrassed. “But with you though, obviously!”
“Eh, I’m sure Caine’s also pissed himself in front of Kyle. And vice versa,” Lance says.
“Lance!” Rabecca yells out, shocked by him calling that out. I’m as red as one can be.
“How do you even know!” I yell in frustration.
The sound of the door opening draws our attention and thank God, because I do not want to talk about me peeing my pants!
My eyes widen when I see Caine and two others enter the house. Caine stops short and shuts his eyes, and I can see the resignation on his face.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I forgot,” he says. “Take off your shoes,” he says to the two guys walking in. They have bags with them.
I walk to Caine, and he takes my hand, pulling me into his body. I’m not used to his kisses; the sparks they ignite in me when his lips touch mine. When I pull back, I feel two sets of eyes on me. I turn my head; the blush I had earlier is not going away anytime soon.
“Nice, old man,” says the younger of the two.
He has a salacious grin on his face as he bobs his head. The other one just looks at me. His eyes intense, sad. I swear, he looks familiar.
“Be respectful.” Caine chastises both of them.
They look so young, yet exhausted. I say that knowing I’m not much older than them.
I look up at Caine and see the look of concern on his face. I bring my hand to his face and say, “Hey, I made more than enough food.” I take his hand and pull him into the dining room.
I move to grab more plates, but Caine places both hands on my hips and holds me in place.
“I owe you an explanation,” he whispers. “I didn’t think.”
“I’m sure you have a good reason. Let’s just eat, and we can talk about this later,” I say. I move to grab the dishes, but Caine takes them.
I look to the right and see that Patrick is carving the roast.
“Come on, boys,” Lance says, waving his hand at the guys still standing in the doorway seemingly uncertain of what to do.
“Fuck yeah!” the younger one cheers as he walks over. “Sorry, ma’am.” He shakes his head and frowns. “I mean…”
“I’m Mikayla.” I extend my hand. “And I don’t care if you swear.”
“I’m Sawyer,” he says, shaking my hand. “This is my brother, Jason.”
I wave to Jason as he sits next to Sawyer on the other side of the table. Lance sits across from me.
“Do you eat like this every day?” Sawyer asks as he takes a bite of his food.
Something inside me churns at his words. If I’m not mistaken, he’s one of Caine’s riders. Back when Caine rode, he made a good living, from what I understand. I wonder if that isn’t the case for these two.
“Where are your folks?” I find myself asking.
“It’s none of your concern,” Jason says curtly, but quietly. There isn’t any bite to his words, but I can hear that he doesn’t want to discuss it any further.
“What’s going on, Caine?” Patrick asks as he places the meat on the table and everyone begins to serve themselves.
“I was going to discuss this in private with Mikayla,” Caine says.
“That’s all well and good, but what the fuck, Caine,” Patrick pushes. “I can see that Jason is drunk. I can smell him from here.”
Patrick isn’t yelling, but from the sound of his voice, it’s clear he isn’t pulling any punches. His mouth is set, and his eyes narrow on Jason.
Jason shuts his eyes and looks down at his hands. I can feel his shame.
“I will be looking into a rehab facility for Jason and while he’s in recovery, Sawyer will be staying with us,” Caine says. He leans forward and whispers into my ear, “If you aren’t comfortable with that, we can discuss other options. I didn’t want to do this like this.”
I place a hand on his cheek and kiss him. “It’s fine,” I say. “But Jack is coming.” I remind him.
“We can put Jack in a studio,” Caine says softly. “You’re not going anywhere, right?” His brows draw together as he regards me, his voice low, unsure.
After dinner, and once our houseguests are situated in the guest room, I wait for Caine to brush his teeth and come to bed.
I didn’t answer his earlier question about me staying.
I want to, and the reasons for wanting to move out seem less and less important.
I also have a distinct feeling that even if I moved out, we wouldn’t spend a night apart, anyway.
I don’t want to, and I can say with strong confidence, Caine doesn’t want me to either.
Plus, I will never tire of seeing him walk toward me, bare-chested, in his boxer briefs. The man has a fucking six-pack, and his pecs make my mouth water. I mean, the man is yummy.
“What?” Caine approaches the bed.
“What?” I have no idea what he’s asking me and why. I’m too busy enjoying the view.
“That look on your face.” He smirks.
“Clearly, I don’t need to answer. It would only inflate your ego, and I don’t think there’s enough room in here for it to get any bigger,” I say sarcastically, quirking a brow at him. “We should talk.”
“Three words no man ever wants to hear.” Caine sighs, but he pulls back the covers and gets into bed.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” I tell him as I climb onto his lap and face him.
“Well, okay then,” Caine says, smiling at me as his hands grab my ass.
“Our living situation,” I begin, and it’s like the life drains out of him.
“Mikayla, let’s be real here; you know as well as I do that sleeping in separate houses isn’t going to happen,” Caine says, his voice deep but filled with annoyance.
He runs his lips against my neck, and I shiver.
“If you let me finish,” I whisper, “I was going to say that I don’t want to move out. We also need to discuss our house guests,” I add, but Caine’s hands are inside my shorts, squeezing my ass. My nipples harden as his tongue licks my neck.
“In a minute.”
When I meet his gaze, my body sizzles. He pushes me back down against his legs and pulls my shorts and panties off. “I’m sorry.”
My eyes widen when he jerks me back up to straddle him. He pulls out his dick and slams me down.
“Caine!” I cry out as he fills me, waves of ecstasy cascading down my body.
“Fuck, you’re wet and I didn’t even touch you.” He groans as he thrusts up inside me.
I lift my arms above my head, and he pulls up my shirt, tossing it to the floor. I moan as his mouth clasps around my nipple, biting down. The feeling is delectable.
Then he begins to move, and I feel the length of him as he glides inside me. Each stroke, each kiss and touch of his lips on mine, feeds my heart. I climb higher and higher until my body grows taut.
“Caine!” I scream as I come, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.
Fingers dig into my ass, his breaths heavy against my neck as he thrusts inside me, slamming me down. Again and again, he plunges inside me, so deep it’s an insanely painful bliss. I feel like I’m floating. My heart pounds as I rise up again before I shatter.
My head falls back, and I arch as I grind my clit against his groin, riding out the high.
“Fuck!” he gasps before his mouth takes mine. I feel him shudder as his breath catches against my lips.
Caine holds me close. His large hands cradle the back of my head, grabbing my hair and yanking while the other strokes up and down my back. “Fuck!” he growls.
If I could, I would crawl inside him and hide from the big, ugly world. But I can’t. Instead, I keep our connection as long as possible, his cock still inside me.
I love you, my heart whispers, but I don’t say it. I don’t say anything as I cling to him. I tingle as he places light kisses along my neck and shoulder.
“Where did that come from?” I ask once my mind reconnects with my body. Caine chuckles and pinches my ass. “Ouch,” I mutter.
“Just reinforcing just how unrealistic it is for you to move out,” Caine says, rubbing the sting on my ass away.