Page 94 of Cain

“You all go to church together?” I asked the day after the break-in at my room at the motel.

That was surprisingly… wholesome for a bunch of bikers. But, I guess, if anyone needed to confess their sins, it was these guys, who seemed to party and take different—very enthusiastic and loud—girls to bed every night.

But the question had a towel-clad Cain chuckling as he walked into the bedroom.

“What?”

“No, babe, not church-church. It’s what bikers call a meeting. The kind of meeting where all members have to come in and get updates from the president.”

“Why don’t they just call it a meeting?”

“That, I don’t have an answer to. It’s been called that since the beginning of bike clubs, I believe.”

“And I have to stay in the room for the whole thing?”

“There’s a rule in the club about women being left out of club business as much as possible. It gives you plausible deniability if the cops ever come down on us.”

“Do they?”

“Not in a while. But you never know. But, yes, you need to stay in the room until I come back and tell you it’s over.”

“How long until it starts?” I asked.

“Half an hour, give or take. Why? You need to get a snack or something?”

“Or something,” I said, reaching out to snatch the towel off of him.

The look he shot me had my desire ratcheting up.

I’d been what I could only describe as ‘insatiable’ with him since the motel room.

It turns out, once you get a taste of how intimacy is supposed to be between partners, you want more and more of it.

After the craft store.

When we went to bed.

When I woke up in the middle of the night.

First thing in the morning.

I was pretty sure Cain wasn’t joking about chugging electrolytes and getting extra protein in.

The man was depleted.

Me?

I still couldn’t get enough.

“I have an idea for how we can spend that half an hour,” I said, pulling him closer as my hand slid up his thigh to curl around his cock.

A groan escaped him as he hardened in my hand.

I lowered down, sucking him into my mouth and working him hard and fast, loving the way his breathing went shallow and his hands gripped the back of my head.

It wasn’t long before his hips were rocking into my mouth, making me take him faster and deeper, and his desperation only had my own desire intensifying until I was pressing my thighs together to ease the ache.

Cain’s hand gathered my hair, yanking me back by it until he slipped from between my lips.