Page 24 of Alive and Kicking
His fingers curl inside me and my eyes cross. My breath stops in my chest as I hold back as long as I can. I can hardly contain it as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. But then his mouth pulls away from my core and he mutters, “Yes, you c…”
Before he even gets a chance to finish his sentence, I finally explode. The pent-up sexual frustration that has driven me crazy for hours breaks and I finally get what I wanted. My vision whites out and I loose all track of time as my soul finds a way to settle back into my body. I’m not sure where it went, but it definitely left this plane of existence for a moment.
The next thing that I notice is that I’m boneless on the bed and my breathing is heavy. At some point while I was literally struggling to figure out if I was dying, Cain managed to untie mywrists. His hand pets soothingly down my thigh as my breathing starts to even out. “You were such a good girl,” he coos softly.
Without giving me any notice, he stands from the bed and walks out of my bedroom. I guess I never considered whether Cain was the soft cuddly type after sex, but after the others I’d just come to expect it. I’m considering how I’ll manage to grow my bones back so I can get up and go get washed off, because this bed is gross and there’s no way I can sleep in a puddle of my own sweat and arousal.
But I don’t get too far in my planning before the door opens again and Cain walks back in. He walks right over to me without a word before scooping me up into his arms. I don’t have the strength to fight him on it, and even if I did there are a lot worse places to be than pressed against Cain’s chest.
I’m not sure if I passed out for a moment or if Cain just walks really fast, because one moment we’re in my bedroom and the next he’s holding me in the bathroom where there is a bubble bath filling up the tub. “Can you stand, princess?”
I shake my head, not even trying to use my words. A soft snort leaves Cain but he doesn’t say anything. He just carefully lowers me into the waist high warm water, not caring that the cuffs of his shirt are getting wet. After I’m settled into the water, he stays crouched down next to the tub with his forearms resting against the edge, water droplets falling from his fingertips as he watches me. “Will you be okay in here if I leave you alone for a moment?”
I nod my head slowly but don’t say anything. I’ll be fine if he leaves, but I really don’t want him to. I’d rather he stay here with me. He watches my face and his eyes narrow before he grips my chin and turns my face toward his. “If you need something princess, you have to ask.”
My eyes close on a long blink. “I don’t want to be alone,” I admit.
The grip he has on my chin softens and his thumb brushes against my cheek softly. “That’s all you needed to say. I won’t go anywhere.”
He leans in and presses a kiss to the top of my head. Standing abruptly, he pulls his cellphone from his pocket and types into it for a few moments before setting it on the counter. When he starts to unbutton his shirt, my breath hitches in my throat. Slowly, he reveals each inch of his chest. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on and I’m riveted, determined to have the sight permanently burned into my memory.
The muscles of his chest are flawless. The freckles that spatter the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks are spotted over his chest as well and his abs are defined, though not as much as Sloane’s. When he pulls the open shirt off his shoulders, I see the small circular scar on his left one and a gasp must leave me because his eyes find mine, and I realize where I’m looking.
He looks down at the scar that could only have been left from a bullet and grins at it fondly, “Yeah, after six years in the FBI without ever being shot, I get shot protecting Zane from some thug who tried to hire us to kill his pregnant mistress.”
“What a figlio di puttana?1. Tell me the bastardo?2 is dead,” I demand, somehow finding the energy to get worked up.
Cain grins at me, he fucking grins. The man that usually has a permanent scowl on his face is grinning at me. This man has no right to get even more attractive, yet he has the audacity to light up his entire face with a smile. “Calm down principessa?3, he’s been dead for two years. You can get rid of the murderous expression on your face.”
I wipe the expression off my face. I used to be a lot better about hiding my thoughts, but these men make it so easy to feel normal that I haven’t been watching my reactions like I used to. Somehow, I miss Cain unbuttoning and slipping out of his pants, because when he walks toward the tub he’s in nothing but a pairof boxers. I’m so surprised by the sight that I don’t even object when he helps me slide forward in the tub and slips in behind me.
I might literally faint again. Cain Price is in the bath with me. What my heartsick thirteen-year-old self would say to me now… I can’t even imagine.
I’m boneless against his chest and all I can say is that bathing with Cain Price was not on my bingo card for this year. When he reaches over to grab my loofa and the body wash on the edge of the tub, I expect him to hand them to me. But no, this man squeezes out a dollop of soap onto the fluffy pink loofa and starts to wash me.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. How I managed to get tickets to see past the pearly gates, I have no idea. But I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Cain carefully washes me, and I let him. It’s not like I have the strength to even try to stop him, even if I wanted to. I just lay there as I let him do whatever he wants. When I’m all clean, he supports my weight and helps me stand. My legs are not in the mood to hold my body up, but somehow I manage to step out of the tub and onto the bathmat. Cain is quick to dry me off and wrap the towel around me, and his boxers are dripping water so he grabs another towel to wrap around his waist.
My steps are slow as he tries to lead me out of the bathroom, and we only get halfway to the door before he scoops me up and carries me back into my bedroom. I’m surprised to find that the bed has been changed and there’s a stack of clothes on one corner for the both of us.
Apparently my face isn’t hiding my confusion because Cain answers my unasked question. “I had Nox change the bed and bring me some clothes. I guess he pulled you some out too.”
I think back to when Cain was going to leave me in the tub. I’d been afraid he wouldn’t come back, but now I realize he wasgoing to do this himself. I can’t help the slow smile that forms over my lips. “Nox is definitely a mother hen.”
Cain just responds by giving me that damn smirk again.
Lennox
I’m laying on Viv’s bed watching her pack her books into her backpack. It’s been driving me crazy knowing that she is going to be at school and I’ll be stuck at home doing surveillance full time now. The guys will be there to protect her if anything happens, but I hate that I won’t be there to protect her too. When she’s satisfied with everything tucked into her bag, her eyes find me. Her bag hits the floor and she gives me a devilish little grin that just tells me I’m in trouble.
Her hips sway as she approaches me, and I’m not even sure what I expect her to do, but somehow I’m still surprised when she throws one leg over me and straddles my hips. Sitting back with her weight resting in my lap, I just know she can feel my cock hardening at the contact.
She leans forward, shielding us in a curtain of her hair, and my hand lifts automatically to tuck some of the strands behind her ear. We both lean toward each other until our lips are pressed together in a soft kiss. Or it is a soft kiss before she nips at my lips and deepens it. I gasp as her hips roll against mine, my eyes practically rolling back into my head as she repeats the action.
She has been getting increasingly forward with me lately, and I’m pretty sure it’s her way of telling me she’s getting tired of waiting. Her door bursts open as she rolls her hips against me once more and my brain short-circuits, not sure whether I should throw all the fluffy pillows on Viv’s bed at the intruder or moan at what she’s doing to me.
“Make Nox come in his pants later. We’re going to be too late for coffee and breakfast if you don’t hurry up,” Sloane tells her casually.
