Page 47 of Up in Flames

What the hell?

This isnotyour typical bachelor pad.

I’m too busy staring and taking in everything around me to notice Cain steering me toward a room. We quickly walk in, and I realize it’s his bedroom as he flicks on the light. The hue from the filament lighting sends an amiable glow around the room as I take in the sheer size of his bedroom.It has to be at least twice the size of mine. As I look around, I stare at the opulent furniture, which is dark mahogany and black pieces.

Cain’s got to be loaded.

He shuts his door, turning me and pushing me back against the wall. My body awakens as he pins me to the drywall, his hard body pressing against mine, encasing me in every way.

I’ve missed this.

The sexual energy is igniting within me, awakening at his touch when his lips crash to mine.

Hard.

His hand moves to my wrists, and he pulls both my hands above my head, pinning them to the wall with one hand, and the other slides down my side to my breast. Heat pools as he squeezes my sensitive mound. Cain’s hand slides under my top, and he pinches my nipple through my lace bra hard, causing me to gasp. With skill, he rolls his hips into mine, pushing at just the right angle to make me quiver and squirm. This man knows how to push all the right buttons.

Cain pinches my nipple again as he grips the material of my bra and pulls it down, freeing my breast from its confines. He grinds his hips into me again as his kiss leaves my lips and trails down my jaw.

My chest heaves, my wrists still pinned tightly above my head in his dominant hold, as his lips make their way down to my exposed, tightened bud. When his warm lips reach my breast, my back arches forward, thrusting my chest into his face. Cain takes my nipple between his teeth, clamping down firmly, sending a shudder of excitement through me.

I throw my head back against the wall and close my eyes, chewing on my bottom lip as he sucks my nipple, sending a shock wave straight between my legs. I tilt my hips, seeking friction to try and dull the ache, but all it does is work me up even more. I’m practically panting and begging when suddenly, the door bursts open beside us.

“Hey, fucker! Oh… sorry dude…” He looks at me, smirks, and tilts his head in a greeting. “Hey there, cutie pie,” some guy utters while wearing an extremely tight pair of white briefs, which leavenothingto the imagination.

Cain breaks away from me, dropping my wrists from his tight grip. My muscles clench instinctively, and my shirt falls, covering my exposed breast. My arms wrap around my body to hide the embarrassment coursing through my veins as Cain turns, pushing the burly, tattooed man out of his room.

“Fuck! Knock next time, and stay the fuck out until I tell you to come in.” Cain gives the man one final shove, then slams his door shut. He turns back to face me, his brows furrowed, and his lips turned down in concern like he’s worried I’m going to fall apart at his friend seeing my naked breast. Instead, all I can do is bellow laughter, which rumbles up from the pit of my stomach and escapes through my mouth.

Cain’s forehead creases, and he tilts his head like he’s slightly confused and equally amused by my outburst as he steps back in front of me. “You okay?”

Raising my brow, I cock my head. “He’s… um… interesting.” I attempt to suppress my laughter from returning as I lift my top and pull my bra back into its rightful position.

Cain winces, whether from the memory of his friend seeing my flesh or the fact I’m covering myself up, I’m not sure. “He’s a douchebag.” He sneers, which causes me to snort out some more giggles.

Taking his hand, I gently kiss him, then lean over, opening the bedroom door.

Cain’s mouth drops open slightly. “Where are we going?”

“To meet your roommate.”

“Really? I think we should stay in here,” he rebuffs with a smirk as he wraps his arms around my waist and thrusts his hard cock into my side.

“C’mon, I have to be nice to your friend if I’m going to be your girl. So I may as well get the formalities out of the way.” I detach from him and walk out of his room and down the hall into the living room. Cain groans as his heavy footsteps trail behind me.

I notice his friend on the sofa watching sports, and as I make eye contact with him, he itches his crotch.

Charmer!

“Hey, want a bit of double action? Maybe some tag team with Cain and Iron Rod, cutie pie?” he asks.

Cain’s hard body presses into mine, his arm wrapping around my waist, protectively pulling me to him hard, so hard it almost knocks the wind from me.

“Fuck off, Rodberg. And I keep telling you just because you have Rod in your last name doesn’t mean you can keep calling yourself Iron Rod. It’s not like you’re anywhere near as cool asIron Man.Grow up!” Cain chides, making me want to giggle, but I don’t.

“Nah, man, you got it all wrong. It’s Iron Rod… as in, I have a rod made of iron. You know… as in my coc—”

“Okay, we get it,” Cain berates, shaking his head. “Remember, you were the one who wanted to come out here and talk to him,” Cain mentions quietly to me.

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