Page 51 of Cain

He’s never asked that before, and Zeke is almost always with me. So why is he asking now?

Me: Maybe. I’m not sure. Is that a problem?

Good. That’s good. There’s no way he’s on to me.

Storm: Yeah. I don’t want anyone I don’t know in my business.

Since when was that an issue? We’ve had this arrangement for years, and now he doesn’t want someone else in his business?

I hate that Cain’s right. Something is up with Storm.

Me: Alright, I get it. I’ll make sure that it’s just me here.

He doesn’t make me wait for a response.

Storm: Noon work?

Me: Yup. See you then.

I let out a sigh of relief as I pocket my phone. I’m glad that’s over with. The thought of being alone with him makes my skin crawl. It never used to be like this. I mean, yeah, I always thought he was a little scummy, but he was what you would expect from your basic line cook drug dealer. He could clean up if he wanted to, but for some reason, he likes looking like he showers once a week.

Time flies by as I work in the barn, and before I know it, it’s almost 5. I put everything away before heading up to the house, checking around for Levi and Hades as I head in, but they aren’t outside anymore. As I step onto the back deck, I hear rock music playing throughout the house, and I smile. Is this what home feels like?

“Hope you don’t mind we helped ourselves to your booze,” Cain says as I step inside. He’s at my side by the next time I blink, nabbing me around the waist and pulling me in for what I thought was going to be a quick kiss.

Instead, he’s nipping at my bottom lip, making me gasp in surprise before his tongue slips inside my mouth, roughly tangling with mine. I get lost in the kiss. My body has a mind of its own as my arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. I can feel every hard inch brushing against my body, making my nipples peak into hard points, begging to be played with. It isn’t until I hear the catcalls around us that I remember we aren’t alone. Cain chuckles against my mouth as he feels me tense against him.

“You can greet me like that anytime, hellcat,” he says against my lips before pulling away and smiling down at me.

I can feel how red my cheeks are as I look around at all the guys scattered across my kitchen and dining area.

“I’m ready for ya, darlin’.” Ink smirks from the bar stool he’s perched on, arms wide open in waiting.

“Ready for what?” I ask while furrowing my brow.

“My lovin’. It’ll be sweeter than what Prez just gave ya.”

I don’t even get a chance to respond before Cain smacks Ink on the back of the head.

With a roll of my eyes, I ask, “Are you guys hungry?”

I was answered with a bunch of grunts, which I assume means yes in biker talk. “Alright, I’m going to make some burgers. Does that sound okay?”

“Babe, you don’t need to feed us. We can just go to DD’s.”

“Absolutely not. If I can’t pay you in money, then I’m going to pay you in food.”

“A woman after my own heart,” Ink declares while dramatically throwing his hand over his chest where his heart is.

“Get your own girl,” Cain growls, placing a hand on my lower back, squeezing the side of my hip in a possessive move.

“Alright, Alright. I get it, Prez. Evan is yours,” Ink gives in.

Oh. “We’re just see—” I start before Cain cuts me off.

“You want to see your new living room?”

“You finished?” You can hear the excitement in my voice. I’ve been spending so much time finishing my kitchen that I didn’t realize how much the unfinished living room was bringing down my mood. It made the house feel so much less homey. Wait a second… “How did you know what shade of teal to go with? I never said which one I liked before I left.”

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