Page 55 of Full Throttle

This was a climax.

Cain was making me—

I cried out, my thighs tensing around his.

“Fuck, yeah,” Cain grunted, his hands moving me faster, adding to the pleasure. His lips met mine again, kissing me until I couldn’t comprehend anything.

Then, all too soon, I was released from him. He staggered back, chest heaving, eyes the darkest I’d ever seen them. Our harsh breaths were the only sound I could hear, aside from my racing heart. I watched as he looked around for the men, and when he did look back at me, I noticed how swollen his lips were. Slowly, I brought my fingers up to my own as warmth pooled between my legs, evidence of what he’d done to me.

Cain kissed me.

Cain…

We…I…

We stared at each other for some time, a heavy, scary silence between us.

Minutes later, I heard my name being shouted. Reality came crashing back.

I broke Cain’s gaze and looked over to find my car at the gas station, Macy running towards me. She cried out for me, and goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire. Cain and I would have to figure everything out later.

I pushed off the wall, running to her. “Macy?” I shouted, worry in my voice.

“Nikki!”

We collided in the middle of the street, arms going around each other.

She was shaking against me. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice shaking. She pushed me away, hands on my shoulders. “Are you hurt?”

I noticed the tears in her eyes, her new mascara running down her cheeks. “I’m fine, Macy. I’m okay. Are you okay? Why are you crying?”

She threw her hands out to her sides, screaming. “Because I couldn’t find you!”

A hand clamped around my arm, and I whirled to find Cain glaring at me. His eyes were normal once more, the blue brighter than the stars above. “Get out of the fucking street,” he ordered, dragging me to the gas station. I reached back for Macy’s hand. Once we were under the bright lights, surrounded by gas pumps, he looked at Macy. “Get in the car. I need a word with Dominique.”

Macy looked at me, and I gave her a nod. “I’ll be just a minute,” I promised, heat still in my cheeks.

Had she noticed my swollen lips? The blush in my cheeks?

When she was inside the car, Cain grabbed my wrist and led to away from the pumps, closer to the building. He let me go, turning to face me, his body half hidden in the shadows.

“You can’t come back here, Dominique,” he stated.

I flinched at his tone, confused. “Excuse me?”

He ran his hand through his hair, causing the sleeve of his hoodie to pull back, and I got of glimpse of the ink covering his wrist. “I didn’t stutter. You don’t belong in The Pit.”

“I didn’t come here for The Pit, Cain. I came here for you,” I shot back, pain beginning to form inside my chest. “I came here to make sure you were okay.”

He shook his head, laughing slightly. “Why the hell would you risk your life—not to mention your friend’s life—for that?”

“Because you’re my friend,” I told him, thinking about what just happened between us. “You’re more than that—

Then, he was in my space, snarling, “What did I tell you last year? Huh?”

I was taken aback. What the hell had changed between a few minutes ago and now?

We’d just shared something—something wonderful.

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