Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC Book 3)

by Joanna Blake

  Fuck the memory of yesterday out of my mind.

  “Yes. You can come.”

  She shuddered violently, instantly coming all over my fingers. I toyed with her as the convulsions slowed down, then replaced my fingers with my cock. The warm water flowed over us as I slid into her with a curse. It felt like coming home.

  Because this tiny, sweet, sexy, slightly crazy girl was home.

  Kelly is my home.

  She came again almost instantly, and I nearly came with her, she was hugging my cock so tight. I held still while she gave me the best damn cock massage anyone ever got. She deserved her orgasms. She’d earned them by being a good girl for me. I wanted her to have as many as she wanted. I was going to pamper her all day. I was going to fuck her as much as possible, too.

  This was just the beginning.

  Yes, I’d had to punish her. But she’d been good. Now it was time to reward her.

  I started to drive into her at a steady pace, clocking her orgasms as they came, fast and furious. Her slick pussy squeezed my cock deliciously. She convulsed helplessly on my rod as she came over and over again. Twice . . . three times. I reached around to play with her nipples and she came a fourth time.

  I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I was going to come inside her. I knew it was going to be big. Pulling out the way I had during her punishment had been torture. I wanted my seed inside her, where it belonged.

  I made a vow never to pull out again.

  My hand slid down to strum against her clit. She screamed as the orgasm took her. The biggest one yet. It was too much. My body reacted instantly, the seed blasting from the tip of my cock with such force I thought I might fall over.

  “Fuck,” I hissed between my teeth as my balls pumped a massive load straight into her womb. Her pussy grabbed on tight and milked me, pulling every drop deep inside her, where it could do its job.

  Where we could make a baby.

  A baby would keep her from running around and getting herself into trouble.

  It was time to breed her, if I hadn’t already.

  “Ah!”

  Kelly was still coming as I held her hips steady. I was determined to get my come up inside her and keep it there. She bounced on my cock as she continued to come, longer and harder than I’d ever seen her come before. I felt myself getting hard again, with my head still leaking the last few drops into her as her pussy pulled on me.

  Finally, she collapsed forward. I wanted to keep fucking her, and I would. But it was time to move it to the bed. I scooped her up and turned off the shower, wrapping her in an oversized towel.

  “Come on, sweetheart. I want to fuck you in the bed.”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Kelly

  “I want another one. Give me one more.”

  Cain’s gravelly voice was insistent as he tugged on my nipples. He kissed my lips, his handsome face moving above me as he slid in and out of me. I cried out, so close to coming again. Each orgasm was more intense than the last. I could barely speak anymore, I was so overwhelmed.

  “Just one more, baby girl. I’m going to come. Come with me.”

  He was fucking me, slow and steady. I felt the tingle I always got before he came. It did something crazy to me every time. His shaft expanded inside me, and I tipped over the edge just as the first jet of his seed exploded inside me.

  “I love you . . .” he gritted out as his hips bucked. “I love you so much, Kelly.”

  His words did something to me. My body clamped down on him, hard. I wanted him to fill me up with his seed the way his words filled up my heart. I realized those were the words I’d been waiting to hear all along. I realized how badly I had needed to hear them.

  It was a few more minutes before I could speak again.

  Cain had me cradled in his arms, the sweat cooling on our overheated bodies. He ran his hand over my skin, and I shivered, a faint echo of my last orgasm running through me.

  “Did you mean what you said?”

  His lips quirked in a slow smile.

  “I’m coming? Yeah, I meant that.”

  I slapped his chest.

  “No. The other thing.”

  “You mean when I said, ‘I love you’?”

  I nodded, looking up at him.

  “Of course I love you, woman. What the hell do you think I’ve been doing these past two years?”

  I giggled, satisfied.

  “You loved me this whole time?”

  He squeezed my side.

  “Yes.”

  I looked at him shyly. I had needed to hear the words. I was pretty sure he did too.

  “I love you too, Cain.”

  He squeezed me hard and kissed me again.

  “I know.”

  I watched as Cain tossed some salt into a pot and stirred it. We were hanging out while he cooked for me. It felt so natural, so normal, it made my heart sing.

  “So, do you cook at all?”

  I shook my head.

  “No. Not really.”

  “But you like cooking shows.”

  “Yes, I like learning about it.”

  “Explain.”

  I loved that he wanted to know about me. He studied me like a textbook, though he made it a lot more fun than school. I wanted to know all about him too, I realized. He’d already told me he learned to cook young because his mom was sick. I had a lump in my throat every time I thought about little Cain, helping his mom after his dad died in combat. No wonder he was so serious all the time.

  “Well, I’ve helped Mom. But she’s such a good cook. She’s like Top Chef amazing. It’s kind of intimidating. I mostly just watch and try to stay out of her way.”

  “Okay. That stops now.”

  “What?”

  “The sideline thing. You’re a big girl now. You’re going to cook.”

  “I am?” I sat up, feeling excited at the idea. “Really?”

  Cain nodded and strained the rice pasta.

  “Yes. Starting tomorrow. You have free reign in the kitchen. Just write down what you want and I’ll get it for you.” He gave me a sweet smile. “I’ll even do the dishes.”

  “Thank you.”

  I smiled, feeling surprisingly happy. Maybe the forty-seven orgasms he’d given me had something to do with that. Or maybe it was just . . . Cain.

  I was being so lazy, but he insisted on my resting while he cooked for us. I was wrapped in a thick robe, way too big for me, of course, watching Cain work from the couch while the cooking channel played on the TV. I’d always wanted to cook, it was true. But Mom was so good at it, it hadn’t really made sense. The woman wouldn’t even let me make myself a sandwich.

  It was how she showed me love. I knew that. One of the many, many ways. But maybe she hadn’t really done me a favor by doing all that stuff for me. Self-sufficiency was sexy. I wanted to be able to do things for myself.

  Cain seemed to sense that. He wanted to empower me. When I wasn’t wrapped around his cock, that is.

  He definitely wanted to be in charge in bed.

  “This smells delicious.”

  He set down two plates on the coffee table.

  “You like to watch TV when you eat, right?”

  I nodded.

  “It’s relaxing. Not all the time though.”

  “Cass told me.”

  “Just when I’m tired.”

  He just sat down next to me and kissed my cheek. I noticed he was having a Portobello burger with his pasta too.

  “You didn’t want steak?”

  “I do. And I will eat it again. But not tonight.”

  “Really?”

  “You said if everyone skipped meat a few times a week, it would slow down global warming, right?”

  “Right.” I stared at him in wonder. “You really listened to me.”

  “Of course I did. I love you, Princess.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He kissed me softly and I leaned into it. The kiss deepened and tongues got involved. I whimpere
d, already getting excited. I was ready to forget about dinner. But he was more restrained than me. He pulled back with a growl.

  “Behave yourself, young lady.”

  We ate and watched other people cook food for a few hours. I was so sleepy I barely noticed when Cain carried me back to bed. He made love to me once toward dawn and again when I woke up from his alarm.

  I drifted off again and woke up around 10:30. I looked around and found a note.

  The guys are outside so you’ll be safe. I’ll be back.

  Love you

  -Cain

  He was gone.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Cain

  “We tracked his movements here, and here.” Trace pointed at an interactive map of the blocks around the courthouse. “But then we lost him around here.”

  “Show me everything.”

  I was in the control room, where Trace managed all our tech. He had multiple monitors going all the time, with someone always in the room to monitor them, though no one else was allowed to touch anything.

  Except me, of course.

  A few things never changed. They were always on the screen. Kelly’s house. My house. A few other spots, including some clients’ places.

  We had eyes everywhere.

  And then there were the drones.

  Trace really loved his toys. He’d even named every single one of them. Mostly after WWF fighters from the 80s and 90s. He had a strange sense of humor.

  But we weren’t looking at drone surveillance this time. Our drones had not been anywhere near the area. This time, it was Connor who had hooked us up with the security footage. Most traffic lights had cameras now, and he had gotten us the footage from every side of the park.

  “Get in here, guys.”

  Hunter and Vice ambled in. Johnson too. He wasn’t a biker, but he was ex-military. Most of my guys were.

  I leaned forward. We all stared at the screen as the camera caught the fucker going in. Setting his trap for my woman, the POS. At least we thought it was him. Unfortunately, the cameras didn’t do closeups.

  It was impossible to tell who the fuck he was.

  Kelly’s character sketch would help, but it wasn’t a hundred percent reliable. She’d only seen him for a few moments. A minute or two, tops. And a sketch of a scraggly biker with facial hair was kind of pointless.

  Never mind that the fucker had been wearing sunglasses.

  So he was smart on top of being pure fucking evil.

  Just watching that ambling, shuffling strut was enough to send a chill down my spine. He was aggressive, but clearly unhinged. He walked with the assurance of a man who had seen the metal meet the road.

  He was covered up too. Hair in his face. Sunglasses and a jacket, without patches. No visible tats.

  Motherfucker.

  I watched every tape over and over, from every angle. We didn’t catch him getting on his ride, though we did scan the other security tapes we had access to. His bike at least would have been more recognizable. But he was smart, like I said. He’d parked it somewhere out of the way. Maybe an alleyway or a garage. It was a dead end.

  Nothing. We had nothing.

  The guy was a Goddamn ghost.

  “How the fuck are we supposed to catch smoke?”

  “We have to be ready. Watch his targets.”

  “He won’t go after her again so soon.”

  “Right, so not Kelly. Someone else.”

  “We need bait.”

  We all turned to look at Trace. I stared at him with raised brows. What he was saying was dangerous. Reckless. Brilliant.

  But would it work?

  “I have to think about this. We don’t know who he is after. Other than me.”

  They all nodded. Nobody wanted to say it. The killer seemed fixated on me, without a doubt.

  “It’s not a good time for me to die.”

  Vice and Trace laughed but Hunter nodded. He knew what I meant. I had a woman now.

  And Kelly would be mighty pissed if I went off and got myself killed.

  Especially because there was every chance she was carrying my baby.

  I realized something in that moment. I realized I needed to get married. Now.

  Just in case.

  I wanted her to be protected. I wanted her to get my money. The house. Everything. I wanted her to know that I loved her, even if I was gone.

  I pulled out my phone and called the club’s lawyer.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Kelly

  “So, you guys haven’t heard from him either?”

  I chewed on a piece of my hair as Michelle checked with Mason. No one seemed to know where Cain was. And guys like Hunter weren’t exactly in the phone book.

  Dammit, Cain. If you are giving me a taste of my own medicine on purpose . . .

  “No, sorry. Is everything okay?”

  “Just worried. He isn’t answering my texts.”

  “I’m sure he’s just busy. He does have that company to run. It’s one of the best in the state.”

  “Right.”

  I hadn’t realized Cain’s company was so fancy, but I knew I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain was a perfectionist. Of course, he was successful. He never seemed to be short on money and his house was really well-maintained, if unassuming. But it was hard to tell when the man wore leather and broken-in jeans most of the time.

  Most men showed their money off with fancy watches and cars. But maybe that was just men who had something to prove. And Cain had nothing to try and compensate for, especially if we were talking below the belt.

  I closed my eyes, remembering the time he had taken Mom and me out to dinner. He’d worn a jacket. It had been tailored perfectly to his body.

  Hmm . . .

  I was pretty sure you couldn’t find something off the rack with his proportions. Cain had incredibly unusual measurements. Most men did not look like he did. So he was more successful than I’d realized. Way more successful, apparently. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Though it was typical Cain that he didn’t mention a thing about it to me.

  Cain was one of a kind all right. And he was mine. But where in the hell was he? The guys outside wouldn’t say a damn thing to me, no matter how many times I asked them.

  I just want to know if he’s okay!

  I heard an engine outside and ran to the window. Cain was pulling his helmet off his head. I let out my breath in a whoosh. He was alive. He was okay.

  He was . . . standing there and shooting the shit with his buddies.

  I saw red. I’d been scared out of my mind and he was taking his sweet ass time getting up here to reassure me? Were they comparing their biceps or something?

  I threw open the door and shouted before I even thought about it.

  “Get your ass in here! Right freaking now!”

  He looked up at me, surprise written all over his face. All the bikers in the driveway looked up too. I was pretty sure I saw a couple of birds turn to stare at me as well.

  Uh-oh. Now you’ve done it, Kelly. Do you really want to get punished again already?

  But Cain just grinned and strode toward the front stoop.

  “Hi, baby girl.”

  “Hi. I’m mad at you.”

  “Okay.” His smile widened. “When’s the last time you ate?”

  “A couple of hours ago. Why?”

  I blinked and almost missed the speed at which he hoisted me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me inside.

  He set me down on my feet and shrugged out of his jacket.

  “Why do you care when I last ate, you Neanderthal!”

  “I wanted to make sure you didn’t hurl.”

  “Ugh! First you disappear for hours and then you . . . ugh!”

  He pulled me against him and kissed me hard and fast. I wanted to smack him. Well, almost as much as I wanted to climb him like a tree. The man was enormous!

  “Don’t do that! I’m mad at you!”

  He kissed me again, this time for
a lot longer. I tried to resist him, by but the end I was kissing him back. I squealed when his big hands reached down and squeezed my ass.

  “Cain!”

  “What?”

  He was smiling at me, not letting go.

  “You disappeared! I was worried!”

  “I had stuff to do.”

  “Stuff?”

  “Yes. Stuff.”

  He kissed me again but he didn’t let go.

  “That is not an acceptable answer! Not with . . . you-know-who out there doing God-knows-what!”

  “I know. I’m sorry.” He glanced around, looking surprised. “What is that delicious smell?”

  “Nothing.”

  He cocked an eyebrow at me.

  “Kelly . . .”

  “Fine! I cooked! I cooked my heart out.”

  He smiled, his hands rubbing my ass. I did my best not to purr like a cat. He was way too forward, just going for my butt like that. But somehow, I didn’t mind his fondling. There was something so possessive about the way he manhandled me. I kinda liked it.

  I kinda loved it.

  “What did you make?”

  “Everything.”

  “What?”

  “Whatever was in there, I cooked it.” I poked his chest. “I was stress cooking. Because someone went MIA for half the day!”

  He started laughing.

  “Show me.”

  I grumbled but led him into the kitchen. I had tried to clean but it was still kind of chaotic. There were at least five dishes of food covered in tin foil. Some of them were still steaming.

  I’d made rice pilaf. Pasta primavera. A veggie stew. A meat stew. Grilled veggies.

  But that wasn’t all.

  I’d also baked. There were the brownies. Two different kinds, one from a mix and another I’d tried to improvise.

  Cain looked at me in shock.

  “I guess I got carried away a little.” I chewed the inside of my cheek. “Are you mad?”

  He shook his head slowly.

  “I’m in awe. This is enough to feed my whole squad.”

  “Yeah . . . I sort of started and couldn’t stop. I have so many ideas, Cain.”