Page 23 of Cain

My Ma always told me that one day I’ll meet the game changer and stop whoring around, finally giving her some grandbabies. And I’m starting to think she was actually fucking right. Everything becomes less exciting in your forties. It never once crossed my mind that something was just missing.

My little hellcat can act like she doesn’t want me all she wants, but she can’t deny the way her body responds to me as soon as I get my hands on her. Or how her tight cunt sucks my fingers in, begging to be fucked. I thought I was going to black out when she wrapped her hand tightly around the end of my dick. Never felt something so soft before. She’s enough to bring a man like me down to his knees. And that’s saying something.

I knew she didn’t believe me when I told her that this was just about her. I meant every fucking word I said. In the shower, I realized that I needed to prove to her that I’m serious about this. I also need to clear things up about fucking Candy.

I look up as I hear her exiting the bathroom. Her cheeks are still flushed from her orgasm. God, she looks gorgeous. I can’t wait to see what look I’ll put there when she finally takes my cock.

She stops dead in her tracks as soon as she notices me. Her alarmed eyes are glued to me lounging on her bed. “Oh. You were serious? About getting food?”

“I never joke about food, hellcat. You’ve worked me up an appetite. What type of man would I be if I didn’t feed you?”

“Uh, the kind that gets off and leaves?” she says, looking even more confused than before.

“Did you see me get off? Feel my cum spurt all over your gorgeous tits and soft belly?” Her face turns crimson at that. I never thought a girl blushing at something sexual would be cute, but it is. So fuckin’ cute.

“No,” she rushes out. “I offered and yo?—”

“And I said it was about you. Which it was, babe. I’m just yankin’ your chain. Put on some clothes and let’s go eat. We can talk over food.” I cut her off before she could spew any more bullshit. I can see the doubt swirling in her eyes. The unanswered question of what I’m doing shines bright.

And if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t even really know what the fuck I’m doing. I just know that I feel like there is something worth exploring here. Will that mean she’s my old lady? No clue. But I’m about to find out. Let’s just hope Scotch doesn’t try to skin my ass alive in the process once he finds out what I’m doing with his baby sister.

Evan finally reappears from her walk-in closet dressed in black skinny jeans with rips all over them and an oversized crewneck sweatshirt that says “No Thanks.”

“Ready, little hellcat?”

“I don’t know. Am I?” She gestures towards her outfit. “You never said where we’re going.”

“DD’s. I know you like the food. I know I like the food. And it’s safe territory with all of the weird shit that’s been going on.” Seemed like a win-win to me, but Evan seemed to tense up a little when I mentioned we were going to DD’s. “That okay?”

Hesitating, as if about to say something else, she responds, “Yeah, that’s fine. Let me just let Hades out real quick before we go.”

“Keys, babe.” I hold out my hand, waiting for them after she locks up the house. I’ve been itching to get a feel for her Mustang since I saw it at the clubhouse.

“Uh, you’re not driving my car.” She snorts.

“I think I proved earlier that I know my way around a hood. I’ll have her purring sweet for me.” I wink.

Seeing that she wasn’t going to win this one, Evan drops the keys in my hand with a glare that instantly makes my dick hard and a warning to be careful before she slides into the passenger seat. But not before I slap that ass.

God, I’ll never get sick of watching that ass.

I feel the adrenaline tingle through my whole body when I push the start ignition button, and the engine rumbles to life. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Evan trying to discreetly rub her thighs together. “Get you hot babe?”

“No.” Liar.

It’s cute my little hellcat doesn’t think I know that she’s trying to release some of the ache. I would be a fucking liar if I said my dick wasn’t getting even harder at the purr of the engine, the feel of the black leather, and her scent surrounding me.

I think I got myself an adrenaline sex kitten on my hands if she’s already ready to go again, and all it took was this car coming to life.

“Buckle up, babe,” I say as I back out of her drive, throwing it into drive and putting the pedal to the floor.

We made it to DD’s in record time. If I had to choose between a cage and my bike, I’d pick my bike every time. However, this little hellcat and her ride were seriously making me reconsider, especially now that I know how hot she runs.

Fuck. How is she single?

A woman like that deserves to be worshiped every day. She has no clue what she just got herself into with me—no clue she just tied herself to a man that will kill whatever motherfucker puts his hands on her. Fuck, even looks in her direction.

“Stay put,” I say before opening my door and walking around the hood until I’m at her door, pulling it open and outstretching my hand for her to grab.

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