Page 43 of Cain

“Come here.” I pat the open spot on the bed next to me.

Once he’s settled in, I reach my arm up until I can touch his head, lightly running my fingers through his messy hair and massaging his scalp.. “You okay?”

He sighs deeply before responding, “I’m okay, little hellcat. I’m sorry for how I just acted. I know I scared you, but you know that I would never hurt you.”

I can’t even begin to describe the relief that runs through me when he uses the nickname I’ve grown to love. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay. I should have talked to you about all of this first. Some of the brothers just got into my head, and it spiraled from there. And that’s on me. But I never want you to just sit back and take it. That shit ain’t right. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated like that. I promise I’ll check it next time until I discuss it with you.”

Another piece of my wall just chipped away. I can’t believe he’s apologizing. Again. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” I ask softly, still lightly massaging his scalp.

“Basically what I yelled at you earlier. I don’t even know. We got there and could tell he wasn’t home, so we went inside to look around. The place was trashed.” He paused to tilt his head up so he was looking at me. “I’m pissed at you for going there by yourself. I was mad before, but once I saw it with my own two eyes- babe, what in the hell were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was just thinking that I’ve known him for years, and it would be okay. I also didn’t picture him living in a place like that, you know? He just never seemed like he would be that dirty.”

“You never really know someone like that, babe. Especially when it’s a fucked up situation. Just don’t do it again unless you have me or a man with you.”

“You’re not going to follow me around every second of my life. I’m going to have times when I need to meet up with someone or do something without you.”

“If this goes where I think it’s going to go, then yeah, you fucking will.”

“Let’s just agree to disagree, okay?” I say, hoping to get him to drop it for now. My emotions are spent for the day. “Tell me what else happened.”

“This stays between us, yeah? Technically, this is club business, and I shouldn’t be telling you any of it, but since it kind of involves you, I’m going to let that slide.” I nod my head even though he can’t see me, waiting for him to continue. “Good. So when we were leaving, I wasn’t even two feet out the door before they started firing on us. We couldn’t see who it was or where they were, so we just waited it out inside. Felt like a little bitch not being able to face them but I didn’t want to die on you either.” He smirked.

Smirked.

Like the thought of dying is funny.

“I’m just joking, little hellcat.” He laughs. “Anyway, after the firing stopped, we heard some guys outside with Russian accents. They left, and we followed soon after, and now here we are.”

My mind is running a mile a minute, and none of this is making any sense. What is Storm doing with the Russians?

Wait a minute… “How did that lead to you and the whole club thinking I sold you out?” It’s downright insulting, honestly.

“I don’t know. Hash got into my head when we were discussing it when we got back. It was the only explanation that made any sense as to how the Russians knew we were there. He knew I was inside, hellcat.”

“I would rather pull every single fingernail out one by one before I sold any of you out. I hope you know that.”

“I know you would.” He smirks. “That’s very touching.”

“So I guess that explains why Hash ambushed me at my car and why Ink acted like I’m the number one enemy.” I get they were trying to protect their president and brother, but it still hurt how fast they turned on me, even if I barely know them.

Cain stirs under my arm, sitting up and stretching out his back before he pulls my legs onto his lap and massages my feet again. This might be my new favorite way to relax.

“I’ll talk to them. They shouldn’t have treated you like that until I had talked to you and let them know what was up. Again, that’s on me, and I’m sorry, hellcat,” Cain says sincerely as he rubs up to my ankle.

“No, it’s okay. I get it. They’re protective of you, and they should be.” I moan as he rubs just the right spot. “I like that you have that.”

God, I can’t get enough of this man's hands on my body. I turn my body so I’m facing him, allowing him to have more access to both of my legs.

“You have it too, babe. I don’t want you to think that we all wouldn’t have your back like that. We just need to set a couple things straight. Everyone is on edge with what’s been going on.”

I know he’s trying to make me feel better about everything that just happened, but all I can think about is him sucking on my toes the other night. I’m getting turned on just from picturing him bending down right now and lightly sucking on them.

I wonder… I start to move the foot that he isn’t massaging over the outline of his cock, which is tucked slightly down the side of his left thigh, before I continue, “I know. Zeke would do anything for me, and he has in the past. But you and I are still seeing where this goes, so please don’t chew them out. Their loyalty should be with you.”

“What are yo—” he starts to ask just as I rub my foot over the head of his cock, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Oh, fuck.”

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