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The prospect is so far away from either of those things that he might as well be on a completely different planet. Nice kid, though. I just prefer him not to hear the splash of water and think I’m getting off.

I head outside just as I hear the bikes start up. Zeke flicks me a wave, followed by one of those head nods guys do before taking off back down the trail with Brock and Levi in tow.

Cain must have seen the questioning look on my face because he chimes in with his stupid famous smirk that I swear is permanently stuck on his face, “You’re stuck with me today, little hellcat.”

Maybe today will be the day that I finally wipe it off.

Chapter Eighteen

EVAN

“I don’t need a babysitter,” I snap. “Nothing is going to happen, and if it does, I’m a big girl. I can handle it. I never asked for any of this. All I wanted was some fucking security cameras!” I shout at him as I start walking toward the house, leaving him behind with a glint in his eye.

As I head upstairs, I hear the back door beep, telling me it opened. Of course he wouldn’t just leave me alone. Grabbing a towel out of the linen closet in the master bathroom, I turn the shower on as hot as it will go, letting the bathroom fill with steam before stripping out of my clothes and stepping in. It isn’t until the hot water is streaming down my front that I finally feel my shoulders slump, all of the tension that has been building up is now slowly releasing. You know that feeling when the water is so hot, but your skin doesn’t feel like it is, and you kind of zone out?

Yeah.

That’s where I’m at right now.

Which is probably why I didn’t hear my bathroom door opening and why I didn’t hear the sound of a cut, jeans, and a belt being discarded on the floor. And I sure as hell didn’t hear the curtain being pulled back. Or feel the cool air hit my numb skin. It wasn’t until I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up against a hard, naked body.

Freezing in place, I ask, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Showering,” he simply replies while reaching around me for my loofah and body wash. “Just relax, hellcat. I’m not going to bite.” I can hear his stupid smirk. “Well, not unless you ask me to.” He loads the loofah up with soap before working it into a lather over my shoulders, slowly working his way down my back. I move my neck to the left, stretching it slightly because, as much as I hate to admit it, this feels so good.

“Damn, I love this ass,” he rumbles before grabbing a handful of one cheek with the unoccupied hand while the other massages the other half with the loofah. “Can’t leave something this gorgeous dirty now, can we?”

Now would be the time to tell him to stop. To tell him this can’t happen for the million reasons I’m currently blanking on. But I don’t. I never indulge in anything like this. I’m just going to enjoy this for what it is. The rush of it feels too good to be ignored, and it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. I know a man like Cain isn’t going to want any strings attached.

So what do I do?

I lean back into it, grinding against his growing erection, earning me that deep, sexy rumble I’m growing to love. The loofah trails back up my spine, lightly running over my shoulder. “Turn around, little hellcat,” Cain rumbles in my ear, his breath whispering across my skin. Turning around to face him, I take in a sharp breath. The heated, predatory look in his eyes has me backing up until I can feel the cool tile of the shower wall against my back. The growl that erupts from Cain’s chest has my lower belly tightening and my breasts feeling heavy and full.

“They’re pierced.” Cain’s nostrils flare as he growls. Before I can respond, Cain is claiming my mouth, loofah long forgotten. Gasping at the roughness, he takes advantage by sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before plundering his tongue inside, exploring and claiming it as his all in one.

A moan escapes me as I run my hands up his arms until I reach his strong, broad shoulders. Shoulders that feel like they could hold the weight of the world just so you’d never fall. When I reach his neck, I switch to only my fingertips, lightly trailing them down his chest, through the rough hair he doesn’t trim, down to his abs that I feel behind me. They definitely don’t disappoint. They are more of a thick dad-bod type, which I absolutely loved. The chest hair makes everything that much better. The coarse feel of it against my skin sends a shiver running through me.

Deciding to test my limits, my fingers continue their trek slightly lower until I’m wrapping my hand around his thick, hard cock. And holy shit, is it thick. His sharp inhale is the only encouragement I need to give him a long, hard stroke.

Sweet mother of fucking hell.

He has to be a solid 9 inches. My core tightens at the thought of him pounding every inch deep inside me. Going deeper than any man has before. A long, low growl erupts from Cain as he rips his mouth from mine, roughly kissing and sucking down my neck. Teasing at this point, kissing everywhere but where I need him. My nipples harden as my breasts start to feel so heavy and achy, begging for his touch. I’m not left waiting as Cain roughly grabs one with his hand.

“They don’t even fit in my hand.” Cain groans while pulling away from my neck, bouncing his hand slightly, feeling the weight of them.“Do these pretty nipples need to be sucked?” he asks as he pulls on the peaks, messing with the small silver bar that’s running through each nipple before kneading them again.

“Yes,” I breathe, writhing against him, needing his mouth on me.

“You think you’ve been a good girl? You think you deserve this?” he asks, his face inches from my breast. I can feel his heavy breathing on my nipple, making it that much more sensitive. This is my own personal form of torture.

“Cain,” I whine, borderline begging and squirming against his touch.

“Only because you begged so nicely.” My head slams back against the shower wall as he roughly licks and sucks. “We can’t have this one feeling left out, can we?” he says before diving on the other. My hands find their way to his head, gently tugging on his hair as I feel one of his hands leave my breast, traveling lower before it’s just above my slit.

“Yes,” I breathe out, thrusting my hips up, demanding. God, I’m so wet. So embarrassingly wet.

“You shave this pretty pussy, little hellcat?” he asks, voice rough.

“Yes, I was going to shave last night, but I felt weird with Levi in the house,” I barely get out. Why is he asking this now? I need him to get down to business, not ask stupid questions. A rumble of approval erupts from his chest before he slides his finger along my slit, feeling how wet I am. “That’s a good girl. This is my pussy, and I’ll kill any motherfucker that even thinks about it.” Another surge of wetness coats his finger, earning me a groan before he starts gathering as much of my juices as he can and rubbing it on my mound as if he’s lubing it up.

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