Page 61 of Alive and Kicking
Cain looks at the open laptop and frowns. “I don’t know what she’s capable of. But I can say I leave my laptop in my office all day. If someone was able to access it they could have accessedmy grade book.” His jaw clenches. “Nox has been on my ass for years about setting a password, but I never saw the point. I don’t have anything criminal on my computer. It’s just for work.”
I stare at him like he’s an idiot because in this moment, he is. “So, what your saying is that you’ve made yourself an impossibly easy target?”
His glare is fleeting because he can’t really deny that he has. He shakes his head though, dismissing my question. “It’s going to be okay.”
His hold on me is firm as he sits down in my desk chair, pulling me onto his lap. I go willingly because I never really get to cuddle with Cain, and I don’t fight him as he positions me on his lap. My legs dangle over his thighs and he presses my head against his chest as he leans his chin against the top of my head. He reaches over and picks my phone up.
I’m not telling him my password. I would die before admitting that it’s his birthday after what I just said to him. But he holds it out to me. “Unlock it. I left mine downstairs.”
I hold the phone close to my chest and lean over so he doesn’t see me type the numbers.
zero-nine-two-eight.
The screen opens and I hand the phone over to him. He doesn’t say anything about me being secretive, so I don’t mention it either. There’s no way I will ever admit that his birthday is the code for my phone. He presses something and the phone starts to ring through the speaker.
“Why the hell did you leave me on the couch cuddling with Sloane?” Nox says as he answers after a few rings.
I can hear Sloane scoff in the background. “At least you’re not the one who woke up with some guy’s head in your lap.”
Nox’s voice is muffled when he responds to him. “I will be scarred for life after using your morning wood as a fuckingpillow. And you’re the one who was playing with my fucking hair.”
“I thought you were Viv! She likes it when I play with her hair,” Sloane counters.
“Enough!” Cain shouts, ending their argument.
I look up at him as the line goes completely silent for a moment. “Why are you calling from Viv’s phone?” Nox asks.
“Who?” Sloane asks.
There’s a scuffling sound. “It’s Cain. Is something wrong with Viv?” Nox’s voice takes on a harsher tone.
Cain’s fingers start to run through my hair, and I relax into his chest. “She’s fine. I’ve got her with me right now. I need you to do something though.”
“What? What’s going on?” The pitch in Nox’s voice goes slightly higher than usual, though I’m sure if I didn’t spend so much time with him I wouldn’t be able to tell.
Cain explains that my grade for his class has been falsified and that it’s not possible for it to be an error he made. “Can you look through the security footage around my office? We’re thinking this might be Carol taking revenge for the whole Chlamydia thing.”
“I’m on it,” Nox says, and I can hear the clicking of keys in the background. “I’ll let you know when I find something. Don’t worry, Viv. I’ll figure this out.” The line disconnects and I don’t move.
I don’t feel stressed anymore. With Cain’s fingers still threading through my hair and Nox working on figuring things out, I don’t feel the need to worry. They have my back. I never really thought I would have that outside of Enzo. It’s different with the guys though. Enzo is family. These men have no reason to help me or be loyal to me other than the fact that they want to.
I move before Cain has a chance to even prepare for a change in position. One moment I’m draped across his lap like theprincess he’s dubbed me as, then I’m straddling his lap with my knees planted on the seat on either side of his hips. My arms loop around his neck and I look into his eyes as the tip of my nose brushes against his. “Sir, please kiss me.”
His eyes shutter before they open and latch onto mine. His hands land on my hips before they slowly slide up along my back, one hand making its way to the back on my neck. His nose trails along my cheek until his breath brushes against my ear with every exhale. “Close your eyes. Don’t move.” I go lax in his arms and close my eyes immediately.
He pulls away, and I’m left wondering what he’ll do next. His breath fans across my lips before a kiss lands on the corner of my mouth, and I struggle not to move. Not to turn into the kiss. He’s a stubborn shit, and won’t give me what I want until he wants to. His lips trail slowly from my chin across my jaw before moving lower. A shiver goes through me as his mouth meets my jugular, his lips following the vein down to my collarbone where he gently nips at the sensitive skin.
The hand not holding the back of my neck slips into the hem of my sleep shirt, his fingers trailing up my ribs until he holds my breast in his hand. I jump in surprise when he pinches my nipple between two fingers, and he freezes until I force myself to be still again.
He hums in approval before his mouth pulls away from my clavicle. There’s a moment of nothing before I feel a sharp sting on my other nipple and I force myself to stay still as he pulls his teeth away from my punished bud. “Such a good girl,” he whispers as his lips start to trail up the opposite side of my neck.
When they find the corner of my mouth again, I can’t help the whimper that escapes me. I can feel his lips stretch into a smile at my desperation as they softly feather across my own. The effort it takes not to deepen the kiss is astronomical.
Without warning, his lips press to mine harder, and I sigh at finally having what I wanted. He nips at my bottom lip until I gasp, and then takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. It’s not a fight, like my kisses with Zane usually are. It’s like a dance where he leads and I follow.
His hand leaves my chest to trail up my thigh, higher and higher until his hand slips under the hem of my loose sleep shorts. I gasp as his lips pull away from mine. His fingers reach my core and he finds me not only bare under my bottoms, but drenched for him.
Two fingers rub circles on my clit and my whole body spasms. I have to work hard to not move, though my thighs still tremble as he increases the pressure. As quickly as his fingers appear, they disappear. And I’m about to beg for more when I feel the pressure of his fingers at my entrance. Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside of me and I clench around them, barely holding back from rocking my hips. His lips meet mine once more in a quick kiss before his lips brush against my ear. “Open your eyes.” My eyes flutter open to meet his piercing blue ones. “Good girl,” he praises.
