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Oliver comes down my throat with another thrust, and I swallow as much of it as I can, licking my lips to catch the rest. I must miss some, as Oliver swipes his thumb along the corner of my lips before pushing it into my mouth, and I suck the last of his cum off it while Cain reaches around to rub my clit.

“Come, Trouble,” Oliver murmurs in a voice so soft, it’s nothing like the way Cain usually barks out his orders. I stare deep into his bright blue eyes, glistening with lust as I come around Cain’s cock, feeling him reach his own release. “So beautiful.” He kisses me softly as I sag into a boneless heap, and when he lets me go, Cain pulls me back against him. I can feel his heart hammering in his chest, in tune with my own rapid heartbeat, as he reaches out to turn my head, capturing my lips with his.

It feels like some real progress has been made between us tonight, but I guess only tomorrow will tell if he’s back to his standoffish self or not. As I let him dominate our kiss, I truly hope he doesn’t. There’s only so much hot and cold I can take, and Cain is reaching his limit of what I’ll tolerate when it comes to my heart.

Chapter 16

I have a Reaper job the next day, so I’m up and out early, and it takes most of the day to check everything in place. It’s early evening before I’m changed and back at the clubhouse. Standing outside, I stare at the building while chewing on my lower lip. I need to walk in there and do something I absolutely suck at doing—ask for help.

Not only that, but I haven’t spoken to Cain since last night, so god only knows how this will go. However, I have no other choice—everything else is in place and I’d be foolish to try and do this job alone, especially when there’s an entire clubhouse of burly men who could easily back me up.

With one final deep sigh, I head inside. I’ve just crossed the threshold when I come to a stop, finding Cain and Oliver standing just inside the doorway. They both turn to look at me the second I enter, and my mouth goes bone dry under their combined gazes.

Both of them take in my revealing outfit choice for tonight, but it’s Cain—of course—who barks out, “What are you doing here… dressed like that?”

“I, uh, need your help with a job.”

“Really? The almighty Reaper needs our help?” he drawls sarcastically. “My, my. What is the world coming to?”

I purse my lips.Fuck me, nope, this was a stupid decision.Why the fuck did I ever think I needed their help. “You know what, forget about it,” I bite out. “I can handle it myself.”

“Nope.” Oliver reaches out to grab my wrist before I can storm off. “What do you need?”

I give him a long, suffering stare before sighing. “The job I’m working involves three guys. I figured it would just be easier if I had some backup. I can take Jon or one of the other kids, if you can spare them.”

“No, we’ll come with you,” Cain dictates, surprising me. Based on the tone he just used with me, I thought we were back to the bickering, hostile phase of our relationship, but maybe not? Who the fuck knows. The guy is a confusing fucking paradox. One second he looks like he wants to tear my head off, yelling in my face or making fun of me, and the next, he appears ready to go to fucking war for me—like he does right now. It’s giving me whiplash. “Just give us a sec to get geared up.”

I follow them toward the back of the building and hover in the doorway to the office as Oliver takes off down the hall toward his bedroom, and Cain moves behind his desk, pulling out a gun and checking the chamber before tucking it into the waistband of his pants. Another goes into an ankle strap and a third into a shoulder holster that he hides beneath a leather jacket.

When he turns to face me, standing at his full height, he’s the formidable leader of the Rejects, armed to the teeth and wearing this icily terrifying expression. I haven’t seen that look on him since our first few encounters, and I’m ashamed to admit it does very inappropriate things to me. Someone who looks so ruthless should not have the power to make my panties melt so quickly.

His gaze runs over my outfit, heating in a similar way to when I arrived. I’m wearing a black lace bralette that accentuates my ample breasts and has sexy little straps across the chest. I’ve paired it with a leather skirt that barely covers my ass and the thigh-high heels I wear when out on a job, so my trusty blades are always within easy reach. I’ve finished the outfit off with my shoulder holster, carrying my Glock 43—not that I expect to need it—that can easily be hidden beneath my leather jacket when I zip it up—which I conveniently decided to carry instead of wearing, because Iwantedto see the guys’ reactions.

Cain eliminates the space between us in two large strides, his fervent gaze holding me captive until his lips meet mine in a passionate, dirty kiss. His hands grab hold of my waist, and he pushes me hard against the doorframe as his leg slips between my thighs. “You look like the sexiest badass bitch I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he growls in a deep husk.

Reaching up, I use my thumb to wipe the remnants of my lipstick from his lips. “Well, maybe tonight will make you realize I am an actual badass bitch. Not just one dressed up for your pleasure.” I give him a smug smirk, patting the side of his cheek condescendingly before pushing his arm aside.

However, he doesn’t let me go far. Snatching my wrist, he tugs me back toward him. “You were gone when I woke up this morning.”

His words surprise me. “Yeah, I, uh, had a lot to organize for tonight.”

He frowns and his lips flatten. “Well, next time, leave a note or send a text or something.”

What the hell? I literally can’t do anything but gape at him. Where did the sarcastic asshole who was possessing Cain’s body when I walked in go? Seeing my shock, he brushes his thumb over my lip, swollen from his kiss. “This is me trying, Red.”

Right. He said he’d try, and apparently, he meant it. Well, fuck, if that doesn’t sucker-punch me. I guess I hadn’t been holding out much hope—or maybe I just didn’t want to get my hopes up—that he would actually follow through.

Swallowing roughly, I nod as Oliver darkens the doorway, snagging my attention. He gives me a once over before meeting my gaze. “Ready?”

I give him a savage grin, more than fucking ready to kill some deserving shitheads. “You have no idea.”

The three of us make our way out to one of the club’s Escalades in the parking lot, and I slip into the back seat, Oliver behind the wheel and Cain sitting up front, beside him. I fire off the address to Oliver, and he quickly maneuvers us out onto the street and across town.

“So, what’s the job?” Cain asks, turning in his seat to look at me.

“Three guys have been torturing and raping girls in a seedy brothel—Nasty Nelly’s?”

“Never heard of it.”

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