Evil, evil bitch and her actions were a big part of the reason I could never gain purchase with Cain after my betrayal.
The attic stairs creak and I can hear my mom climbing them. Her head pops up through the rectangular entrance in the floor, and she smiles at me. "What in the world are you doing?"
"Just going through some of my old college boxes," I tell her as I pull out a stack of old notebooks filled with scribbles commemorating boring lectures.
She climbs the rest of the way through, turns, and sits her butt on the wooden floor, legs dangling over the edge. My mom is a beautiful woman, and I'm not sure why my dad felt the need to go younger with bigger boobs. Maybe it was Fernanda's exotic accent or the fact she wears a belly button piercing, or maybe she just gives great head... who knows, but as much as I will admit my stepmom--and I gag when I think of her in that context--is a stunning woman, she just can't compare to my mother's graceful beauty. She's like a southern belle Grace Kelly with fine bone structure, luminescent blue eyes that I inherited, and a magnetism that always seemed to draw every person's gaze when she's in a crowded room. On the outside, she's funny, witty, charming, and bright. She can hold a conversation with any stranger, and her kindness and generosity knows no bounds.
On the inside, sure, she may be an emotional wreck, but unless she gets to her very dark place, you'd never know she has demons that randomly torture her. There's not a doubt in my mind that she was successful for the most part in keeping those demons at bay, but with the combination of the prescription pain pills, which she was using to self-medicate her emotional weaknesses, and my father's very public betrayal and subsequent scandal, she simply couldn't keep it together anymore. Now she has her good days and her bad, and I'm happy to say that since my return yesterday afternoon, her smile seems genuinely joyous and content.
Maybe I should just stay here and give life in a small, southern town a shot again.
"Feeling the need for a trip down memory lane?" she asks, leaning back on one arm and turning her body slightly to watch me. My mom is still in great shape, petite and luminescent. Maybe she'll find love again one day. Although, I hope she doesn't settle for it, hoping it will make her whole. That's no reason to be with someone.
I shrug. "Maybe just a few things that will help me remember a more peaceful time in my life."
"Ain't that the fucking truth?" she says with a grimace, and my eyes snap up from my notebook for a class I took called Crafting a Story in the Digital Market.
"Mom," I say in a drawled-out, admonishing tone.
She raises her eyebrows and looks at me innocently. "What?"
"You said the 'F' word."
"Fucking right I did," she says with a grin. "I'm an adult. I'm allowed to."
"But not to your daughter," I point out. "There are some things you just don't do as a mother."
"Oh, seriously, Sloane. Quit thinking of your mom as a prude," she says with a laugh. "Now... I'm going to go take a walk with Chester Cheetah. Want to come?"
Chester Cheetah is her three-pound Chihuahua. No clue where that name came from, but she loves that dog more than anything and spoils him just as much.
"I'm good," I tell her as I put the notebooks back in the box, not finding anything that provides me with company. Just some now-wonky feelings about getting a degree that may be quite useless to me. "I think I'm going to go get a shower and maybe fix some eggs and bacon. Want some?"
She shakes her head. "I ate breakfast about seven hours ago. It will be dinner time soon."
"Yeah, well, I slept through that obviously," I say with a grin and push the box aside. "I had some catching up to do."
It's true. I slept until about three o'clock this afternoon. When I rolled out of bed, I felt a pressing need to hide myself away in the attic, searching for something to make me feel better.
I follow my mom back down the stairs, and she helps me fold the attic ladder back into place. She gives me a kiss on my dusty, sweat-covered cheek and heads back downstairs to take Chester for a walk. I head back into my bedroom, gather my clothes and toiletries out of my still-packed suitcase, and then take a much-needed shower.
My stomach rumbles as I take the effort and time to polish myself after my shower. That means drying my hair and even swiping on a bit of mascara, because no matter how crappy I feel on the outside, I always feel infinitely better if I can make myself slightly pretty on the outside.
Gathering up my clothes, I exit the bathroom and pad down the short hallway to the spare bedroom I'm occupying. While this house is nice, it's a lot smaller than our upscale house in Nashville that we lived in when my father wasn't in session. It definitely doesn't have the fine appointments of the townhome they had in Washington when he was in session. But still, it's perfect for my mom right now and she enjoys being back in her hometown.
Perhaps this is where I should be too. Maybe. It feels a little right, but that's probably the comfort of being with my mom. As I enter into my room, I think maybe it would help to even decorate this more to my tastes--
I give a piercing shriek as I realize there's someone sitting on my bed when I walk in. A hulking figure so large it depresses the mattress in at steep angles.
"Hello, Sloane," the deep voice says, and my heart refuses to stop its mad gallop when I realize it's Cain in my room. Blood racing like mad not only because he scared the shit out of me, but also because Cain is sitting in my room.
Cain.
Gorgeous, scarred, sexy Cain who, although he says he's forgiven me, still has no regard for what we had.
"What are you doing here?" I ask as I press a hand holding my panties to my breastbone, giving a rub to try to calm the unsteady beat underneath.
His eyes pierce into me as he sits hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped between. Face so serious... somber, and quite possibly even apologetic. "You left without saying goodbye."
I turn from him, walk over to the closet, and throw my dirty clothes on the floor. I'll need to go out and buy a laundry basket at some point. Keeping my back to him, I say, "I thought we said our goodbyes the night before last."
"No, I said goodbye," he points out. "You didn't seem quite willing to accept it, last I recall."
Spinning to face him, I let a little anger come through. Whoa... didn't know I was really all that angry until right this moment. "You fucked me against the wall of a sex club and told me quite clearly that I wasn't enough for you. Then you left. Why would I ever bother saying goodbye to you at that point?"
"I was wrong," he says ever so simply. Like that is the answer to all of our problems.
Is it?
"How do you figure?" I ask skeptically, because the one thing I've learned about Cain in our time together... he is brutally honest. He doesn't hold with punches, even when he knows they're going to hurt like a son of a bitch.
"Your mom seems really nice," he says, completely ignoring my question. "Granted... she was apparently on her way out to take some little rat-looking dog for a walk, but in the five minutes we spoke, I totally understand now."
"Understand what?" I'm thoroughly confused.
"That you were trying to protect her. Why the blackmail your editor held over your head was so powerful. I think about if that was my mom, and I would have done the same damn thing." He looks at me without judgment, his eyes sympathetic. He stands from the bed, towering tall, and walks to me. His hand comes out and he strokes his knuckles across my cheek, murmuring when he says, "You should have told me."
I close my eyes briefly, relishing his touch. When I open them back up, I tell him with naked honesty, "I didn't want you to think there was a valid excuse for my actions. That blackmail wasn't over my head at first. I came here and started things with you under very a dishonest and wrong purpose. The blackmail came later."
"True," he says, dropping his hand. I have to restrain myself from snatching it back to my face. He turns away from me and walks to the window that overlooks the street. "Yet you t
ried to make it right. Maybe you didn't go about it all in the correct order, but you were doing what you thought was best without intent to hurt. You were trying to save everyone in the end, and I have to respect that."
I hold my breath, afraid to even try to hope what this all means. He flew here... to see me.
To accept my apology.
Give me understanding.
"I was wrong in not giving you the benefit of the doubt," he says quietly as he looks out the window.
To apologize? He's apologizing to me?
"No, that's not true," I say quickly, clasping my hands in front of me. "You had a terrible experience in your past that was guiding you. The woman you loved betrayed you in a terrible way. I get why you couldn't so easily give me the benefit of the doubt."
Cain's head snaps to me, and his eyes narrow a bit. "I never loved Rachel."
"You didn't?"
How is that possible?
He turns his head back and looks out the window, pulling down on the wooden blind slat to get a better look. "I never felt for her what I feel for you."
My head spins. A kernel of hope-filled yearning forms, and then bursts open in my chest.
He tilts his head, his eyes scanning the street. "This is a nice neighborhood," he says casually, perplexing me greatly. "I could see us living here."
"What?" I ask, my voice clogged with confusion.
"If you won't come back to Jackson with me, I could move here." He turns from the window and looks at me, eyes naked with an honest offer.
"I don't understand," I squeak out.
I so don't fucking understand what's going on here.
Cain takes two long steps, and he's back in front of me. His hands come to my face and he pulls me in a few inches, bending his head closer to me. "Sloane... I don't know if I really understand what love is... but I'm feeling something inside of me for you that has to be something close to it. Maybe it is it. All I know is that I've been a fucking moron, according to Bridger, and I've come to the very late realization that I have to have you in my life. I seriously can't go another day without you, and I'm really sorry I didn't come to this brutal conclusion earlier. So I flew here with the hopes of talking you into coming back to Wyoming with me, but if you won't, I can relocate here. If you'll have me, that is. If you'll forgive me for being such a monumental prick to you, and give me another chance."
"Oh, wow," I breathe out, letting every bit of hopelessness and misery seep out. "Just... wow."
"Do you?" he gently asks. "Forgive me?"
"Yes," I whisper as I start to melt. My hands come to his chest to rest against the steady beat of his heart.
"Can you?" His head bends, brushing his lips against mine.
"Can I what?" My hands curl into his shirt, gripping hard as I feel my legs start to go weak.
"Can you love me?" Another whisper of his lips against mine.
"Yes," I say with a smile. "I can totally do that."
Then he kisses me deeply, holding my face so I don't think to pull away.
But I would never think to do that.
"Will you?" he says against my mouth, lips brushing back and forth. He leans his head away from me so he can look into my eyes.
"Will I what?"
His eyes are almost pleading. "Come back to Wyoming with me? Make a new life with me there?"
Chapter 33
Cain
"I'm so fucking horny right now, I'm pretty much guaranteed to attack you the minute we get in the house," I tell Sloane with all honesty.
"Why ever would that be?" she asks sarcastically as I pull into my driveway and shut off the engine to my truck.
"Because you've been squirming in that seat the entire ride from the airport. The way you're shifting around... little tiny groans that you're trying to suppress but I can hear all too clearly. My dick feels like it's going to break."
"Well, that's what you get when you insisted I wear this ass plug," she gripes at me, but she has a tiny smile on her face so I know she's not hating it all that much.
It's true... I'm horny as fuck because I know she's a hot, squirming mess with that plug wedged in deep. But that's what she gets for denying me the last two days we've been at her mom's house in Tennessee. While Sloane had no qualms about returning to Wyoming with me, and her mom was happy to see her happy, we stayed a few days so that Sloane could spend some time with her. It was my absolute pleasure to tell both women they didn't have to worry about an article from Revealed magazine, telling them all about Bridger's little talk with Sloane's editor.
So yeah... absolute torture the last two days sleeping in a bed with Sloane but not being able to fuck her. She said it was out of respect for her mom, and I got that, sure. But damn... my balls ache with need for her, especially after knowing that plug is getting her ready for me.
As soon as we got off the plane in Jackson, I pulled her over to the restrooms, reached into my carry-on suitcase, and pulled out the plug and a bottle of lube. I shoved it into her hand, and she almost dropped the items. She looked absolutely so stunned to see them in her palm. Glancing around like a crazy woman, she desperately closed both hands over the offending items, hoping no one was looking.
"Go in the bathroom and put that in," I told her gruffly, my cock already swollen and making an embarrassing bulge in my jeans. "We're going to seal this deal by you giving me your cherry when we get to our house."
For a brief moment, there were all kinds of fight and denial in her eyes, but apparently, she was so touched by the words "our house" that she gave me a red-cheeked nod and scrambled off into the bathroom. I had to restrain myself from rubbing my crotch as I imagined her getting that thing in all by herself in the bathroom, which I know isn't easy but can definitely be done with enough determination.
The absolute persistence she must have had, because I did go up one size larger.
She came out of the bathroom with a flushed face and an awkward walk. I asked her how it felt, and she growled at me. My dick got harder.
I pull the key out of the ignition, and Sloane turns her head to look at me. I know she's feeling all kinds of uncomfortable right this minute, but she looks at me with pure adoration. "I'm glad you came after me."
"Welcome home," I murmur, leaning over to kiss her softly.
She sighs into me but I pull away, sweet romance done with for right now.
I pull Sloane into the house. We leave her bags in the back of my truck, and I'm not even sure I close the front door behind us. Drag her down the hall and into "our" bedroom, using rough hands to jerk her clothes off.
"Get on the bed," I tell her gruffly, pulling at my own shirt. Not very seductive but I've got a lifetime to show her all the ways I can be with her.
Sloane crawls onto the bed while I pull my shoes and pants off. I hastily dig through the drawer of my bedside table, standing up straight with a bottle of lube in my hand. When I turn to look at her, I groan and almost shoot my load right there.
She's on her knees, elbows to the mattress, and ass tipped up high in the air. Grinning at me with her cheek pressed to the pillow and a lock of hair over one of her brilliant blue eyes, she says. "Your ass awaits, sir."
I walk up to the bed and smooth a hand down her back, over the swell of her ass, where I give it a squeeze. "As much as I like you in that position, turn over on your back, baby. We're doing this face to face so I can watch your face when I pop that virgin ass."
She groans over my crudity but flips over on her back, her legs pressed primly together.
I walk to the end of the bed, throw the lube down by her hip, and pull her apart by the ankles. She has one hand lightly resting on her flat tummy, the other arm crooked by her head with her index finger trapped between her white teeth. She looks at me coyly, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
It causes me to hesitate, just basking in the stunning creature before me that is all mine.
Forever.
Yup... forever.
I crawl o
nto the mattress between her legs and lower my weight onto her, causing her to pull her hand away from her stomach. Dipping my head, I bring my mouth to hers and give her a searing kiss. Her hands come to the back of my neck, and she arches up into me as she accepts my tongue.
Slipping one hand between her legs, I brush my fingers through her folds, not surprised in the least that they are dripping wet. I know the plug may have been a tad uncomfortable during the car ride home, but I also know it was causing skitters of pleasure within her the entire time. The fact that she's so wet tells me that I'm not just taking her gift, but she's also giving it to me with relish.
And while my ultimate goal is to take Sloane's last remaining virginal element, my cock wants inside her too desperately at the moment. I rotate my hips, she spreads her legs a little further, and I start to push my way inside her slick pussy.
"Mmmmm," Sloane murmurs against my tongue. "More."
I give her and myself more, because it feels so fucking good having that wet heat pull me in toward nirvana. I slide inch after inch of my cock in, deeper until I'm bottomed out and grinding against her. Every press of my pelvis against hers pushes her ass into the mattress and the plug gets jostled within her.
I have no game plan other than to make Sloane feel good. That will naturally make me feel good.
My hips start pumping, wet flesh smacking, moans filling the air. I slip a hand in between our bodies, find Sloane's clit, and start to rub against it while I fuck her harder. She pants into my mouth as I continue to kiss her, and I can feel her heart slamming against mine through the skin and bone separating them as our chests are mashed together.
"I'm... Cain... I'm going to come," she manages to mutter against my lips, and I slam into her harder.
Sloane's hips punch upward as her back arches off the bed. She gives a cry of ecstasy, a sob of relief, and her body starts to shudder. I pull my head up and watch as her eyes roll back under her lids as she orgasms. Pressing my knees into the mattress, I put a hand under her ass and raise it off the mattress. With my other hand, I reach behind her and grasp onto the plug, pulling it out slowly as her body shakes and trembles. Her eyes fly open as the plug is removed, and she lets out another hoarse cry, bucking against the sensation.