Cain (11 page)

“
Christ, but you’re
beautiful.”

His voice was silk and satin, his mouth
wet and hot as he lowered it to her breast. As soon as his tongue
flicked over her, Julie arched up to demand more. As he took her
nipple into his mouth, Julie nearly screamed out, her body on fire
with need.

“
Please, Cain. Please, I
need you.” His chuckle nearly had her scream at him. If she thought
she wouldn’t die of need, she’d get up and leave his laughing ass
to fend for himself. Running her fingers through his hair, she
jerked his head up from her nipple and nearly groaned again from
the loss. “If you aren’t inside of me very soon, I’m going to kick
your ass. You started this, now take me.”

Cain’s smile was sin. She knew in that
moment that he was going to make her suffer, make her wait for him,
and she would hurt before he finished. Her belly curled in
anticipation, even her pussy, wet and swollen, seemed to gush more
cream, swell more beneath his smile.

“
I won’t be rushed, love.
I want to taste you, every single inch of you. I want to savor your
nipples, lick your clit, and drink from you. I want to touch you
deep, stretch you for me while I fuck you with my tongue. Then when
I’ve made sure you’re ready, I’m going to slam my cock deep into
your hot, wet pussy and fuck you slow. I want to feel you tighten
around me, feel the slick, hot walls of you pull and milk me. Don’t
rush me, Julie, or I’ll slow down even more.”

As Cain lowered his head again to her
breast, she knew without a doubt he would do as he said. He would
drive her near the edge and not let her fall. When Cain bit her
nipple just this side of pain then licked the tiny hurt, Julie knew
she was in trouble.

“
Are you in any pain?”
Cain asked her. As if he only just realized that she had been
hurting before, not an hour ago. To be honest, she’d forgotten all
about the pain when he’d touched her.

“
No. Well, not really.
You...are you going to stop and not have sex with me?” Her voice
sounded like she felt—soft, sexy, hot. She also knew that she would
kill him if he said no.

“
No. I’m not having sex
with you, Julie. I want to make love to you, with you. But if you
tell me no for real, I will stop.”

Yeah
, she thought,
and I’ll die
too
. He was sure she was going to tell him
no, to turn him away. She also knew he would never force her, never
in a million years, but there was a need inside of her like a
living, breathing flame. He waited for her to speak, to tell him
she wanted him to take her. When she didn’t answer right away, he
sat up on his knees and looked down at her. She hadn’t answered him
so he ran his fingers gently up her thigh and toward the triangle
of tight curls just over her sex that she was very sure were
glistening wet.

Scooting back more, he ran his fingers
along them then gently pressed his fingers into her wet heat. When
her eyes fluttered close, he pulled out then back into her again
and again.

“
You’re so wet,” he
moaned. “My fingers slide into your heat so easily. I’m going to
taste you, fuck you with my tongue and fingers until you come in my
mouth.”

Moving down her body so that he was
inches from doing just what he’d said he would she sat up just
enough to watch him through hooded eyes. She looked down her body
at him, watched as he lowered his head. When he spread her open
enough with his fingers, Cain licked her from gate to
clit.

Even as he tasted her, Julie fought
against her need for him. Cain’s tongue moved along her clit and
then he suckled it into his mouth as his fingers moved into her
again and again. She could feel her pussy tighten around him,
gushing cream, her need into his waiting mouth. Without her
realizing it, Julie wrapped her leg over his shoulder, first one
then the other, until she was riding his mouth and fingers with
wild abandonment.

“
Come, Julie,” he told her
huskily. “Come in my mouth. Let me taste you, all of
you.”

She tried to fight against the
overwhelming need to do just what he’d commanded. She tried pulling
back, pulling away from him, tried thinking about anything but the
delicious things he was doing to her body. When he hit the spot
inside of her, the sweet spot that she craved him to stroke, she
bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. When he began to slow his
movements, his tongue and his fingers, she was nearly crying with
relief until he pulled her clit into his mouth and pressed his
fingers around her tight rosette.

Julie tried to pull away, her body
fighting her all the way, knowing that if he did what she thought
he was going to do, she’d never be able to hang on. Just as that
thought entered her head, he pressed his finger deep into
her.

She screamed as her climax ripped
through her. Every time he pressed deeper into her, her body surged
again up and over the edge. Climax after climax slammed into her
until she had no idea when one was ending and another was
starting.

Cain moved then. His body moved up hers
and she could feel his cock, hard and thick along her thigh as he
reached above her head. Reaching out, she grabbed onto him, trying
to pull his body to her, into hers. Need for him inside of her was
paramount over everything else. When Cain pulled away, his body
leaving hers, Julie felt it to her very core. The overwhelming
stark loneliness made her whimper.

The sound of foil ripping had her
looking up at him and her body responded again to see his hard cock
as he rolled the condom over him. Moving back up her body, nipping
and tasting her as he went, she felt every touch like he was
marking her with a branding iron. When he took her mouth, marking
it, claiming it at the same time his body did, entering her hard
and fast, he stilled immediately. Her heart thundered in her
chest.

“
Please...please, I
need...fuck me, Cain. Please, fuck me,” she begged.

“
You’ll come to me. Every
night as long as you live next door to me, you’ll let me fill you,
fuck you, Julie. Every night.”

Cain slimmed deep into her, stretching
her, filling her, stroke after stroke until he exploded into her,
bringing her with him into an earth-shattering climax.

He dropped heavily onto her. Julie may
have thought him too heavy, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.
When Cain rolled to his back, taking her with him, she laid her
head on his pounding heart and closed her eyes against the
pain.

He wanted her in his bed, but not his
home. Not only that, but she would do so willingly. Julie dared not
move as she laid there, her heart broken at what she’d done. She’d
just become Cain’s whore.

When his breathing evened out and his
heartbeat gentled under her cheek, Julie waited until the hall
clock chimed once for the four o’clock hour then again for the five
o’clock hour before she moved. When he simply rolled to his side,
she slipped out of the bed.

For long moments, she stared down at
him. His face was so relaxed in slumber. He looked so young and
carefree. Julie found herself wanting to brush the hair from his
forehead, the curls that fought for control, but she didn’t dare
wake him. He’d been clear on her boundaries. Pulling her tattered
shirt around her, she went to his door, opened it slightly, and
slipped into the empty hall. Moving down the stairs, Julie picked
up her shirt and other clothing she’d brought to wash into her arms
and went blindly into the night, tears flooding her
eyes.

Once in the small cottage, Julie washed
her shirt and the two pair of panties in the sink in the bathroom,
wringing them out as best she could. She hung them over the shower
curtain. Finding a fan in the closet, she took it into the
bathroom, set it to blow over her clothes, and went back to the
window seat. Staring out into the dark night sky, Julie thought
about what had brought her to his point. The reason she had run,
had become nothing in the first place. Her family.

Julie’s father and her very best friend
had died of a sudden heat attack two weeks before. Still reeling
and in so much pain and shock, she had gone to dinner with her
mother, Uncle Samuel, her father’s brother, and her two brothers.
They had just left the attorney’s office after the reading of the
will, leaving Julie the youngest and the richest woman in the
world.

“
I still can’t believe he
left you everything, Alyssa. And would you please stop looking like
someone just took your last piece of cake? It’s been a month. Get
over it and move on,” her mother snarled at her.

“
It’s been two weeks, not
a month. And I will mourn how I please for as long as I please. If
this is why you wanted me to meet you, then I have more important
things to see to.” She stood to leave.

Although Alyssa was only seventeen at
the time, she’d not lived at home for more than three years. She’d
been set up first in an apartment in the city with maids to “care”
for her then as recently as six months ago, alone. Her father had
seen how she and her mother had fought constantly and had made
these arrangements to please them both, but mostly Alyssa. Shannon
Howard did not like having her daughter around to remind her of her
fading beauty and Alyssa didn’t—no, wouldn’t be the little girl her
mother wanted. Alyssa didn’t want to be in pageants like the other
little girls; she wanted to go to school. Alyssa was top in her
class everywhere she went, yet she forbade the papers from telling
her story. Things like pink rooms and frilly dresses made her ill;
her hair and nails being done was not something she could sit still
for, and meeting her mother for luncheons and teas with her friends
was completely out of the question.

“
Sit down,” Shannon hissed
at Alyssa, looking around the restaurant. “My God, is everything a
battle with you? Sit down, Alyssa, or so help me, I will never
speak to you again.”

Alyssa smiled. She knew it was an empty
threat. According to the will, Shannon would need to speak to her
daughter if she wanted to continue to live in the manner her father
had decreed in his will. Alyssa even owned the house she was
staying in, lock, stock, and barrel, as her daddy used to say.
Apparently, her daddy had known about the affairs his wife had been
having right under his nose. And he had gone to great lengths to
ensure that Shannon knew it as well. Julie could almost hear her
daddy laughing at what he’d done.

Alyssa sat. Not because she had to, but
because she wanted to hear what she had to say to her.

“
You have five minutes.
Then I’m going home. Spill it or not, Mother. I could care less
what you think you might have to say to me that I might find
important.”

“
All right.” Shannon
looked around the table. “I’m not going to let you ruin my life
again, Alyssa. I’ve had enough of your—”

“
Me ruin yours?” Alyssa
asked incredulously. “How on earth do you figure I had anything to
do with the way you fucked up your life? Could it be one of the
tens of dozens of men you fucked in Daddy’s bed, or maybe the fact
that these two”—she pointed at her brothers—“aren’t even
his?”

That was another revelation that came
out at the reading. Just Alyssa was her father’s child. The boys,
Nathan and Robert, were from two different men before Alyssa had
even been born.

“
You’ll be married soon
enough and you’ll see how hard it is to remain faithful to just one
man. But that’s your problem, not mine.” Shannon glanced at her
brother-in-law, Samuel. “The reason I’ve asked you here it to tell
you that you’ll be marrying your uncle sometime next week. He needs
a child because of your father’s idiotic will and you
are...breedable. Samuel will let you have his child.”

Alyssa looked at her mother in
amazement. Then at her uncle Samuel, who was licking his lips and
leering at her. Alyssa couldn’t stop the sudden disgust that went
through her body.

“
No and hell no. Have
his...you do realize that he’s my uncle, right? And that beyond
that being the sickest thing that I’ve ever heard, it’s also very
dangerous. It’s not going to happen anyway.” Alyssa felt her belly
roll and then her head start to swim. She looked down at the tea
glass that had been there when she sat down. Then at her mother.
Alyssa thought she had only had one sip, but she’d been so mad she
couldn’t remember.

“
Yes, Alyssa, I drugged
you. I can see that it’s starting to take its affect on you. I knew
you wouldn’t cooperate so I had to take matters into my own
hands.”

Alyssa stood and staggered.

“
It won’t matter if you
try to get away. You’ll be down before you know it and he’ll have
you tonight or tomorrow.” Her mother stood too.

“
Stay away...stay...” The
room began to spiral and she knew that if she fell, they’d be on
her like a pack of hungry wolves. Moving toward the bathroom,
Alyssa fell into a waitress and asked where a bathroom was. When
she pointed in the opposite direction, Alyssa stuck her finger down
her throat and threw up. She felt bad for the poor waitress who had
gotten most of it, but it did give Alyssa what she needed. A
diversion and a semi-empty belly. She slipped out the kitchen door
and to a man in a box that would protect her for years.