Cain

by Lane Hart

  “What you seem to have forgotten is that I own her too,” Mario says to Cain. “And if you walk into my club and hurt one of my customers again, it will be the last time you walk anywhere. Gabby, get your ass back inside!”

  Startling at my boss’s tone, I tug my dress back down over my bare bottom and hurry past him and his two hulking guards, opening the back door and rushing to the bar to serve drinks on my now wobbly legs.

  …

  Cain

  “I think I might jerk off in her panties, then make her wear them the rest of the night,” Mario says, trying to piss me off as soon as Gabby is back inside

  “They’re so wet she probably wouldn’t even notice,” I remark rather than punch him in his face like I want for just thinking about his cum touching her pussy.

  “That they are,” he agrees. “I’m curious. Why didn’t you just fuck her?”

  Goddamn it. There’s no way I’ll admit to him that’s she’s a virgin.

  “I can’t come until after I win my next fight,” I tell him, thinking fast.

  “Glad you’re keeping to the rules,” he says with a smirk that’s evident even in the darkness. “But if you don’t pop her cherry soon, someone else will. And if she keeps taking breaks like this when she’s on the clock, I’ll have to…encourage her to pay me back some other way.”

  “It won’t happen again,” I tell him through clenched teeth, angry that Mario knows that Gabby’s never been with anyone else which probably makes her an even bigger target on his radar.

  “I know it won’t,” he says. “Because the next time you touch her here on my property, me, Joe and Baz will each get a turn with her. Your fingers, our fingers. Your tongue, our tongues. Your cock, well, you get the point. Break my rules again, and I’ll have to break her for repayment.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got it,” I grumble before walking away down the alley, knowing a losing fight when I see one, but hating to concede to that asshole all the same.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Gabby

  What a fucking night!

  I’m certain that I’ll never forget my eighteenth birthday. It was my first night working at Escapades or anywhere, for that matter; Cain gave me my first orgasm outside in front of several men; and now I’ve been put in charge of serving drinks in one of the private rooms to none other than the woman I found in Cain’s bed.

  While she’s topless.

  I can’t stand the sight of her or her stupid, perfect breasts that are twice the size of mine.

  “Thanks, hon,” Cassandra says with a smile when I place the glass of bubbly on the small cocktail table in front of her and the senior citizen businessman she’s draped over.

  What a downer after the high I experienced outside with Cain.

  Even if Cass wasn’t beautiful with a great rack, I would be jealous of her for the simple fact that the man I love was inside of her but not me.

  For years, Cain slept in my bed and never made a single move to get into my panties. And, God, did I want him to. Fear is the only reason I didn’t initiate anything more than sleeping with him. I was scared that by making a move, showing him that my feelings for him were of the romantic variety, he would freak out and put distance between us.

  After Robbie left me alone at the house with the guys, I was scared of being abandoned again. Cain was my best friend, and I couldn’t bear to lose him.

  Based on what happened tonight in the alley, maybe things are finally starting to change between us. I was frustrated when Cain didn’t even cuddle with me last night when he came to bed late. But with the new and hot physical contact from earlier, at least I know he’s finally willing to cross that line with me.

  I make my rounds to the group of men in the main room for half an hour before it’s time for me to do the required check in on the “big spender” guest in the champagne room. My knuckles rap on the door. The rock music is so loud they probably can’t hear, so I turn the knob and crack open the door…

  Oh, jeez!

  The pretty little slut is now on her knees in nothing but her thong between the old man’s legs, her head bobbing rapidly. Even after I hear his grunts and groans, it takes my innocent mind a second to realize exactly what she’s doing.

  And then my next thought is, did she get on her knees and suck Cain’s dick for him like that? If so, did he like it?

  That’s probably a stupid question based on the way the white-haired man’s balding head is thrown back and the frantic sounds coming out of his mouth. I may not have much experience with sex, but I’m pretty sure he’s really enjoying himself.

  I wonder what Cain would say if I kneeled down in front of him and unzipped his pants…

  “Fuck yes! I’m coming!” the man shouts before he grabs the back of Cass’s hair and pulls her head roughly toward his body. “That’s it, sugar. Mmm, yeah. Swallow every drop of Daddy’s cum.”

  Eww, gross.

  I quietly back out of the room when I hear slurping sounds, certain that neither of them needs refills on their drinks right now.

  Instead, I leave my serving tray behind the bar and run to the restroom for a quick break.

  At the sink, I wash up and then turn in front of the full-length mirror to make sure my ass isn’t hanging out of my short dress. I feel so exposed running around without any panties on underneath. If I bend over, anyone behind me will be able to see everything.

  And after having Cain’s fingers between my legs, I feel so hot and swollen down there. There’s this…need to be touched that way again to ease the growing ache in my lower belly. But I don’t just want his fingers, I want all of him, every inch of his thick cock…

  I startle when the restroom door opens and then in walks the dick sucker herself.

  “Oh, hey,” she says when she glances up and sees me standing there frozen in front of the mirror. “You look familiar,” Cass remarks before she struts over to the sink in her high heels and now a teddy that matches her black thong.

  “I’m a waitress here,” I remark to be a smartass. “For the champagne room tonight,” I add, hoping to embarrass her by reminding her that I just saw her giving a random guy a blowjob.

  “No, I’ve seen you before,” she replies. Cupping the running water in her hands, she brings it up to her mouth and drinks it, then reaches for the soap dispenser. I stare in disbelief as she squirts a glob in her palm and then rubs it on her tongue.

  “Not a fan of the taste of cum?” I ask snidely.

  She spits out a mouthful and shakes her head. “Not when it’s from a creepy bastard old enough to be my grandfather.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I ask what I really want to know, even if I would rather not. “What about Cain’s? Did you like how he tasted, or did you scrub your mouth afterward too?”

  Straightening from the sink, Cass grabs some paper towels and pats dry her face and hands before she faces me.

  “That’s where I recognize you from,” she says with a smile and a nod. “Cain’s a sweetheart, and I’m his go-to girl after he wins a fight. He’s always been good to me.”

  I nearly double over from the jolt of pain that slams into my stomach hearing those words from her dirty mouth.

  But that was before. Things are changing between Cain and me. He won’t be with her again. He wouldn’t hurt me like that.

  Pulling myself together, I grit my teeth and tell her, “Not anymore.”

  She studies my face for a moment before she strolls over to me. I stand my ground even if I begin to worry she might raise her fist to slug me.

  “Not anymore,” she repeats with a wink. “Take care of him for me.”

  “Oh, I will,” I reply.

  With the click-clack of heels hitting the bathroom tiles, I eventually hear the door open and close before I let out the breath I was holding.

  Now I just have to figure out how to convince Cain to let me take care of him the way I’m dying to.

  …

  Cain

  I’m in my be
d, still wide-awake stewing over earlier tonight when Gabby gets home. After the shit that happened, I’m so damn angry at myself that I figured she was mortified and wouldn’t want me in her bed tonight.

  I listen to her moving around the silent apartment for a while, and then my bedroom door opens. She creeps in, slips into my bed and doesn’t waste any time grabbing my hand to put it under her sleep shirt.

  “Thank you for the roses. They’re beautiful,” Gabby whispers, having apparently found the vase I left for her on the nightstand in her bedroom.

  It’s too hard to concentrate on her words though because my fingers discover that she’s not wearing any panties, which reminds me of what the asshole did earlier tonight, taking what was mine. I made her panties wet while he watched to show him who she belongs to, only to be undermined when he reminded me how wrong I was to think that.

  “Did he touch you?” I ask, jerking my hand out of Gabby’s grip and placing it on her hip.

  “No, of course not,” Gabby says.

  “Did he give you your panties back?”

  I hold my breath while I wait for her to answer.

  “No.”

  “Good,” I exhale in relief. I know the asshole can be all talk, but I never know when he might actually do some of the shit he threatens. He’s a shady motherfucker who gets off on making others fear his words.

  “You said anytime,” Gabby reminds me, throwing her leg over top of mine so that’s she’s spread open. “This is the only birthday present I want.”

  “Again so soon?” I ask her. “After what happened, I thought…”

  “Thought what? That I wouldn’t want you to get me off again?” she whispers, taking my hand and slipping it between her legs. This time I’m too weak to pull away, because, fuck, she’s so damn wet and ready when my fingertips brush over her pussy lips. “Come on, Cain. Make me feel good.”

  “Yeah, Cain, make her feel good,” Knox mumbles sleepily from his bed across the room.

  “Whoops. I thought you would…would be asleep. Go back to…to dreamland, Knox,” Gabby tells him between panting breaths as I continue to play with her.

  “How do you expect me to sleep after that conversation?” he asks.

  “Fine, you can…can go sleep in my bed,” she says as I ease one finger inside of her, then add another, making her gasp loudly.

  “Nah, now I want to stay here. Carry on. Pretend I’m sleeping.”

  “I’m done with fucking bystanders tonight,” I snap. “Get the fuck out!”

  “Oooh, did someone watch you two earlier?” he asks. “Why couldn’t I have been there?”

  “Leave,” I tell him as Gabby’s breath staggers even more. She’s too far gone for me to have to stop and then haul her over into her bedroom. Besides, I don’t want to quit touching her even for an instant.

  “Fine. But now I’ve got to go jerk off in Gabby’s bed,” Knox says as he gets up and shuffles out of the room.

  “You…you better not…oh God!” she calls out.

  “He’ll do it. He doesn’t care about Vaughan’s rules,” I tell her against her ear as I keep fingering her. Unlike me and Ivan, Knox will screw girls and fuck his own hand several times a week. I won’t even consider masturbation no matter how hard I get. I’m afraid that if I do, coach will be right. Without all my pent-up aggression, I’ll lose my next fight; and Gabby will pay for my weakness.

  “Ugh, I’ll wash the sheets tomorrow,” Gabby huffs before her hand cups my hard dick and gives it a squeeze. “Now take care of me. I’m so close and…so fucking horny.”

  Groaning, I tell her, “Roll over and face the wall.”

  “Why? I want to kiss you and touch you too.”

  “No,” I reply without hesitation. If I kiss her, we’ll have to be facing; and she’ll try to touch my cock again. By that point, I won’t have the willpower to stop her from making me come. “Nobody said anything about kissing, and I can’t get off.”

  “Seriously?” she asks.

  “Roll over, angel, if you want my fingers to stay inside of you.”

  With another huff, she finally rolls over, nesting her fine ass against my crotch and wiggling against my dick until I pull my hips back to avoid contact. My fingers continue to strum at her clit and play with her pussy, making her squirm and pant with need. Gabby finally moans, and her body convulses when her walls clench around my fingers and she comes the first time, but I’m not ready to stop. She comes two more times before she eventually falls asleep. Then, I lay there for hours, my dick hard and throbbing in need of a release while I refuse to touch it.

  Chapter Twenty

  Gabby

  I wake up warm and happy in bed Saturday morning. The sun is shining through the blinds, illuminating the room and the sexy man I’m draped on top of. When I got home and Cain wasn’t in my bed, I thought he had changed his mind after what we did together. Thankfully, it didn’t take much convincing to get him to touch me again.

  Cain’s sleeping shirtless, so this is the closest I’ve been to his new tattoos in the light.

  Unable to resist, I reach out and run my fingertips over his left bicep first, tracing the lines of what I now know is a dark, scary scene with a skull and a spooky, barren tree in a graveyard. These tattoos are depressing, so I lean over to examine Cain’s right arm. I smile as my fingertips glide over several big, blooming roses, including the leaves and thorny stems connecting all of them. This sleeve is incredibly detailed, and beautiful even in black and gray, but I can’t help thinking it would be even more stunning in color.

  “Morning,” Cain mutters when my touch must stir him awake.

  “I love your tattoos,” I tell him as I continue to trace them.

  Cain’s chest stops moving underneath me for a second before he says, “My mom liked roses too.” He sounds defensive like he’s afraid I’ll think they were for me. Of course, I'd hoped they were, but we haven’t exactly been close the last few months.

  “Did she like red roses?” I ask since they’re my favorite.

  “Yeah,” he answers. “She had a tattoo of a long-stemmed red rose on her back shoulder.”

  “So why didn’t you color your tattoo in?” I ask him, assuming he thought it would be more masculine to keep them dark.

  “Because my world has been nothing but black and gray without her in it,” he answers, splintering my heart into a million pieces.

  That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard, and it makes me want to hold him and kiss him, comfort him to make everything better.

  Instead of letting me do any of those things, Cain moves me off of him and climbs out of bed without another word.

  …

  Cain

  “Yo, fucker. We need to talk.”

  Hearing Robbie’s annoying voice is like nails scraping down a chalkboard. I really don’t want to hear his shit right now. Somehow, I’ve let Gabby talk me into sleeping in her room the last three nights in a row. Which means my hand has been in her panties at least once a night, and my dick is hurting so bad I’m scared I may spontaneously come at any second before I get some relief.

  The upside is, abstaining is doing wonders for my aggression.

  Oh, shit!

  Did Mario tell Robbie about seeing me and Gabby in the alley Friday night? Either way, I decide not to cower to him.

  “What the fuck do you want now?” I snap when I turn around from the water station.

  “What’s this I hear about Gabby fucking living with you?” he asks, going toe to toe with me so he’s up in my face.

  With a bark of laughter, I say, “You’re just now worried about where Gabby’s living when her birthday was Friday? You’re a sorry fucking brother. Did you even tell her happy birthday?”

  Taking a small step back, he lowers his eyes and says, “I forgot.”

  “How do you forget your only sister’s birthday? She worships the ground you walk on, and you can’t even remember one fucking day for her?” I ask.

  “I’ll go see
her tonight,” he says through gritted teeth. “At your place. And the shit going down there better be all kosher.”

  “It is,” I mutter. “She has her own bedroom.” That I’ve spent several nights in.

  “Knox and Ivan will tell me if you’ve been sleeping with her.”

  “Ask them,” I say, because he’s wrong. My boys would never rat me out to him. That’s always been the unspoken code between the three of us.

  “I will.”

  “And then you can thank me for taking care of your sister because you’re too worthless to do it yourself.”

  That earns me a shove against the table, sending cups flying everywhere.

  “Have you forgotten that I could end you?” he gets in my face again and growls.

  “Why haven’t you?” I ask, curious as to why he wouldn’t just have me thrown in jail.

  “Because if Gabby found out, she would hate me,” he answers. “But I’ll do it if you try anything. I would rather she hate me than be with you. So you remember that shit the next time you think about touching her.”

  With another shove, he lets me go and swaggers across the gym. Fucking asshole.

  …

  Gabby

  “What are you smiling about?” Maylin asks when she brings her lunch tray to the table and sits next to me in the cafeteria.

  “Nothing,” I say quickly. But despite how hard I try, I can’t make the grin that’s been there since waking up with Cain the last four mornings disappear. Not to mention the way he sends me soaring at night…

  “I don’t buy it, so spill,” she says, popping a French fry in her mouth. “Is it a guy?”

  “Maybe,” I answer, sipping my lemonade.

  “New guy?”

  “Nope.”

  “So, Cain?” she asks.

  “Maybe.”

  “Gabby! I thought you gave up on him months ago after he slept with that slut!”

  “Shh,” I hush her, glancing around at the cafeteria full of our peers now staring at us. “That was months ago, and I’m the one who wanted us to be more than we were back then when we were just friends. This is progress now.”