“Like what?” Mya snapped. She had been a little snappy with Cain since the moment I had introduced them. I think she was a touch jealous, and as much as it upset me to upset Mya, she needed to know I was most definitely off the menu where she was concerned.
“Don’t know,” Cain sighed, “but I will when I see it.”
Mya rolled her eyes none to subtly. “I can’t handle all this excitement. If his channel surfing doesn’t blow up the TV, it will blow up my occipital lobe.” Mya left in a huff that made me smile. She wasn’t really pissed at Cain, I could tell she actually liked him, jealousy aside. She tried not to laugh at his ridiculous jokes and teasing humor, but I spied her, more than once, giggling uncontrollably as she left the room.
“What the hell is an occipital lobe?” Cain wondered out loud. I shrugged, because I really had no idea. Something in the head I assumed.
“You hungry?” I asked as I finished wiping down the counter and wandered over to stand behind the couch. Cain flicked off the TV and looked up at me with a mischievous grin.
“Starving,” he said in a low voice that implied he was, in fact, starving, though not at all for food. I raised a brow while my eyes developed a life of their own and began an appreciating evaluation of his body. He was looking messy and tattered and, as usual, spectacular. His jeans were well worn with a hole beginning in one knee. His feet were bare, his hair loose, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. He was clean shaven for a change. His full lips tilted up in an easy smile that also suggested his hunger wasn’t for food.
“Maybe you can cook then, cause I’m hungry too,” I said teasingly. Cain’s hand reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me over the back of the couch. I squealed loudly and Cain made an ‘uff’ sound as my full weight landed heavily on him.
“Damn girl, you’re heavier than you look,” he groaned, trying to reposition me somewhere more comfortable.
I slapped at his chest. “That will teach you for dragging me over furniture like some Neanderthal.” Cain gently brushed my hair back from my face, and the intimacy of the position we were in became abundantly clear. I was sprawled over his warm, strong body, his knees parted to allow my hips to press against his groin, which apparently had also noticed the closeness of this position.
“So,” Cain whispered.
“So,” I echoed.
“Let’s make out.” Cain smiled and my lips parted for a retort which was hastily silenced under Cain’s masterful mouth.
We had found ourselves sneaking many kisses over the last week. Sometimes they were quick and chaste, other times they were long and passionate. This kiss was filled with hunger and need. Cain’s hands held my hair back, and from his prone position, he led the kiss. His tongue lapped at mine, tasting, testing. With a final nip to my lower lip, his kisses left my mouth and trailed a path down my jaw and to my neck. Warm hands caressed my shoulders and back until they finally found a home on my ass, where he pulled me against the hardness between us. We both sighed simultaneously at the contact. Eager to feel the softness of Cain’s skin, I tugged at his shirt, but in this position I wasn’t going to get far at removing his clothes.
“Violet,” Cain whispered in my ear. “I wanted to do this right. I wanted to take you somewhere special.” He kissed my neck again. “I wanted to feed you; I wanted to show you romance; I wanted to seduce you like you were born to be seduced.” Soft lips nibbled at my ear once more. “Then I wanted to make love to you until neither of us could move anymore.” As if guided by a force outside of my control, I ground my hips against Cain, the friction causing a shiver to possess my body. With a strong tug at my hair, Cain pulled me away to look in my eyes. “I’ve never wanted anything so bad,” he whispered.
“I don’t need you to seduce me, Cain, I’m already there.” That was all it took, a sentence spoken from the heart. Cain rolled, and with the movement, I found myself falling into a heap on the floor.
“Owww,” I groaned.
“Shit, sorry, Violet,” Cain said, though the chuckling suggested he was far from sorry. When he reached out his hand, I grudgingly took it, giving him my best stink eye which only made him laugh harder. Rather than pulling me to my feet, I was promptly settled over Cain’s strong shoulder.
“Damn it, Cain, you’re going all Neanderthal on me again,” I screamed.
He strolled easily to my bedroom, kicking the door shut as he entered. “I can’t have Mya seeing you naked; it would ruin the poor girl.” He carefully slid me down his body until my feet were once again on the floor. We paused for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, and obviously finding what we needed to proceed. I reached for Cain’s shirt at the same time he reached for mine.
“Me first,” I demanded.
“Tit for tat, baby, and I’m a gentleman, so ladies first.” Cain dropped his hands and stood perfectly still before me. Unable to wait a moment longer, I removed his button down shirt. When I went to grab the hem of his undershirt, his strong hands circled my wrists, stopping me. Cain tsked me softly and shook his head.
“You aren’t playing by the rules, Miss Trivoli.” Pushing my hands to my sides, he finally let them go. “My turn, and if you break the rules again, I’m going to punish you.” He ended his words with a playful nip to my bottom lip.
I had seen Cain playful, but never in the bedroom, never like this. This was new and exciting; it was also a little bit scary. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if he became bored with me? What if he changed his mind about Annabelle?
“Whatever’s going on in here to make that smile disappear, stop it,” he commanded with a kiss to my temple. “I’ve been waiting a long time to make you happy, Violet. It’s about time you let me.” With a gentle tug, he pulled my frumpy sweater over my head, leaving me in a cami and sweat pants. The lust in his eyes flared as he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. It was Cain’s turn to break the rules as he reached for my breasts. I took a step back, a teasing smile on my lips.
“Uh, uh, uh. I do believe that is breaking the rules, Mr. Everett. Do you want to be punished?” Cain’s smile was far too wicked and sexy.
“Strangely enough, I do.” He reluctantly dropped his hands though, and I stepped back into his personal space.
My fingers gripped the bottom of his shirt, and I lifted it over his head. Cain wasn’t what one would call heavy with muscle, more lean and athletic. With wide shoulders, smooth skin and maybe not quite a six pack, more like a three pack. I was going to have to count them…later. My hands ran down the course of his stomach, those muscles clenching under my touch.
Gently brushing my hands aside, he reached for my cami. “My turn,” he breathed as he quickly lifted it over my head.
Cain had helped my drunken and stoned ass into the shower enough to have seen me naked, but the way he looked at me now was as if he was seeing me for the first time. His hands imitated the path my own had taken on him. With a featherlight touch, his fingertips ran down my chest, over my breasts, and finished at the top of my sweats. I reached for the button of his jeans, and one by one, popped them open. I was too greedy and impatient to go slow though. Pushing his jeans off his hips, I helped Cain step out of the offending clothes, leaving him in a pair of blue boxer briefs that matched the color of his eyes. His erection was tenting proudly, and Cain made no effort to hide his desire for me. With equal impatience, he slid his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and pushed them down my legs, taking my underwear with them.
“You cheated,” I gasped.
“Feel free to punish me,” he groaned from his position kneeling in front of me. Cain kissed my hip, his hands holding the sides of my thighs as if he let go he might fall. When he gave me a little shove, I didn’t have time to be surprised or offended. I landed on the edge of my bed with a small huff, and Cain’s hand followed me down, pushing me to my back. “You’ll have to punish me later though, I’m starving.” Hooking my leg over his shoulder, Cain leaned forward and licked my most tender parts. I should have bee
n embarrassed, it should have been awkward, but it wasn’t. His mouth teased my inner lips, nipping and lapping at my body as if it was a delicacy laid out for feasting upon, and my heart pounded harder. I tried to keep my eyes open and watch Cain, after all, it was the most erotic moment I had ever experienced, but the surge of desire that engulfed my body was like a tsunami of pleasure, an unstoppable force of nature that forced my eyelids closed. When two fingers slipped inside me, I almost launched us both off the bed. “Fuck it,” groaned Cain. “I can’t wait.” He pulled away from me, pushing his boxer briefs off as he did. “Please tell me you have condoms somewhere close by.” With my head still floating in an abyss of desire and carnal pleasure, I pointed to my bedside table. Scrambling further onto the bed, I laid back down, ready for Cain to finally make love to me. My body thrummed with urgent need and I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to soothe that ache. When I realized I had been lying alone for a little too long, I glanced over at Cain, and what I saw caused my entire body to flush with embarrassment. In one hand he held my vibrator, in his opposite hand, lube. I groaned loudly and covered my face as mortification set in. “I’m just going to sit these here,” he whispered. I caught a glimpse of him placing the tools of every woman’s trade on the bedside table. Then he grinned, and it was wicked and naughty. “We are gonna play with those later, baby.” I didn’t attempt to come out from the protection of my hands until Cain’s weight settled over me, and he gently pried my hands away. “Do you have any idea how hard it makes me thinking about you using that?” He ground himself against me to prove his point.
“If you think I’m giving you a firsthand peep show, you are sorely mistaken.”
Cain laughed against my lips. “Oh no, baby, you are never using that on yourself again, but I have every intention of using it on you.” I didn’t get a chance to object, as Cain began rubbing the silky smooth hardness of his cock through my lower lips. My eyes rolled back in my head under the onslaught of feelings and emotions. We had definitely breached the friendship zone now, and it was more than I could have ever dreamed of. With a slow, gentle yet firm thrust, Cain entered me, one agonizing inch at a time. I wanted hard, I wanted fast, but I also wanted this moment to last forever. When he was finally fully seated inside me, all movement stopped. Cain’s soft lips teased at mine, gentle kisses, so loving and slow. Cain encouraged me to wrap my leg around his hip, and while stealing long, wistful kisses, he began to move once more. It was unhurried at first, a constant rhythm that never faltered, sure and strong thrusts which pushed my orgasm higher and higher. While one arm was braced beside my head, holding himself steady above me, his other hand traveled the curves and valleys of my body, starting at my neck, stopping to tease my nipple then dipping lower until he was able to smooth his expert fingers over my sensitive clit. “Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about you beneath me?” he whispered, so close his breath mingled with mine. “All I ever wanted was for you to be mine, Violet.” With his confessions, his tempo increased. “I’m not letting you push me away anymore.” I moaned loudly as he used his thighs to raise my buttocks, forcing himself deeper. “I’ve tasted you,” he said breathlessly. “I’ve been inside you,” his next kiss was hard and demanding, “and I’m not letting you go,” he snarled fiercely. When he pulled away to breathe, I pushed at his shoulders and Cain rolled us until I was straddling him. I leaned back and rested my hands on his thighs, and Cain’s hips rose to meet my downward thrusts. His hands, which had been holding my hips in a tight, viselike grip, moved to my breasts which he cupped and pinched with just the right amount of pressure. Watching Cain watch me was so intense and erotic that I felt my inner walls around his cock begin to flutter. Whether feeling the rippling sensation or seeing the growing moment of free-fall in my face, Cain’s hand lowered to my sensitive clit. It took no more than a few gentle stokes before my orgasm fell over the precipice it had been perched on. Cain’s following orgasm was ripped from his body with a satisfied growl. Breathing heavy, Cain pulled me forward, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck. My body felt like a wet noodle. My legs trembled around his hips as my heart pounded so hard it echoed in my ears. “My Violet,” Cain whispered, his voice once again low and gentle.
“I think I like this Neanderthal side of you,” I admitted, and Cain’s body shook with laughter. With my body still blanketing his, he reached for the bedside table.
“It only seems to come out around you; you bring out the beast in me. Now, introduce me to your friend,” he said with a wicked smirk and my vibrator in hand.
Cain and I spent the entire weekend wrapped up in each other, literally and metaphorically. We were cocooned in a world where nothing could touch us, enjoying an affection we had never allowed ourselves to express before. Like all bubbles though, ours finally burst in the form of a phone call from Annabelle. She had scheduled a prenatal scan and wanted to let Cain know so he could book a flight home. Just the thought made me feel ill, and I had no intention of accompanying Cain on this one. Cain, however, had other ideas, and his Neanderthal side came out to play when he went ahead and booked a flight for me too, without asking! I refused to be a third wheel on an event as special as seeing your child in the womb for the first time. Awkward much? So Cain arranged for me to spend my first night with my father. He would spend it with his own family and accompany Annabelle to the appointment the following day, then spend that night with me and Dad.
Now, I once again stood outside my father’s door, the third time in a year. I hadn’t been home this much since I had left. Before I had a chance to knock, the door was flung open, and I was dragged into my father’s warm hug. His body was so much softer than it had ever been before; he’d managed to put on even more weight.
“I missed you, pumpkin,” he said a little gruffly before drawing away.
Dad looked good, but I could still see the sadness in his eyes. He missed Mom. For all her faults, he loved her and that was something I could finally understand. Being apart from Cain had felt like my heart was being constantly shredded with sharp, cold knives; the only reprieve coming in the form of sleep and the gentle distraction of a stranger. Even though my mother had been a destructive force in our house, I understood my father’s love for her. You can’t help who you fall in love with, and now he was alone.
“Who’s been feeding you, old man? You keep growing like this, and I’m going to stuff you in a Santa suit next month and make you crawl down the chimney.”
Dad chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t fit.” He dragged my suitcase inside, closing the door on the winter chill.
“You painted,” I said with more than a little surprise. The usually drab grey walls were a pale shade of blue and new carpet finished the makeover. The furniture was the same, but it was neat and tidy. Running my finger as inconspicuously as possible over a shelf to my side, I noticed there wasn’t a speck of dust.
“I did, thought the place needed freshening up. I went with blue. It’s your mother’s favorite color.” His eyes welled with unshed tears as he looked my way. “Was her favorite color. You hungry?” He blinked away the tears and hurried to the kitchen.
“Not really,” I murmured. My stomach was still in knots over Cain’s appointment with Annabelle tomorrow. I wasn’t exactly dealing with this whole baby business as gracefully as I would have liked.
“I’d offer you coffee, but if you’re anything like me, it will have you bouncing off the walls all night. You want some hot chocolate? I’ve got marshmallows.”
“How could I possibly turn down chocolate and marshmallows?”
Dad began making himself busy in the kitchen while I sat quietly and watched him. His grey hair was a mess, and his clothes were rumpled; even with the slight disarray, he seemed to be doing well, almost happy even.
“So, Cain knocked some bird up, and you’re along for the ride,” my father said, shocking the hell out of me.
“How do you know that?”
Dad gave me a wink. “
I work on Nancy’s Volvo.” I rolled my eyes. Nancy was the town gossip. Nothing got past the woman. I actually admired her skill at acquiring information and delivering it to the masses. “So, what’s the story? I heard they called off the wedding? Is it because of the baby? Are they going to wait until after it’s born?”
I pretended to inspect the pink polish on my nails and tried for as much nonchalance as possible. “Cain and Annabelle have come to a mutual decision to end their relationship, but they both want to do what’s right for the baby, so Cain is going to be as involved as possible. He’s going to make a wonderful father; he was always good with kids.”
Dad handed me a warm mug of hot chocolate and pushed an open bag of marshmallows into the center of the table. I took two and dunked them into the warm liquid.
“Huh.” I took a sip and eyed him from over the top of my mug. I could almost see the cogs turning in his mind. He pinned me with a hard stare. “Does this have something to do with you? I don’t want to upset you and cause any friction, but if there is something going on with you and Cain that is distracting him from his duties as a husband and father, maybe you guys should take a break.” Dad’s words shocked me, so much so it took a good few minutes before I could talk.
“I had nothing to do with their breakup. In fact, I only learned about it a little over two weeks ago.” Dad nodded, mollified by my answer, but I needed to tell him that Cain and I were embarking on a relationship. Cain was coming to stay tomorrow night before we flew back to New York, and I didn’t want to tip toe around our relationship with my father. “We are kind of seeing each other now though,” I added quietly. Dad carefully placed his hot chocolate down and those grey eyes that were once filled with a constant haze of alcohol were clear and astute. “Cain never really loved Annabelle, and when she got pregnant he was torn between doing the right thing and,” I shrugged, “I guess doing the right thing. He could have stayed with her, brought their baby into the world, got married, had an unsatisfying marriage that most likely would have ended in divorce, which would have done their child more harm than good. Instead, he and Annabelle decided the best course of action was to call off the engagement and maintain a friendship so they could welcome their child into the world with hearts full of honesty rather than lies.” Dad remained quiet and I became nervous under his still contemplation.
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