Wicked Lust

  "What were you doing?" Cain says in a loving but exasperated voice.

  "Seeing if I could tell if the pilot light is out," she says as she brushes dust off her jeans.

  "But you don't even know where--" Cain starts to point out, but then he's ignored as she turns to me.

  Cain's mom is small... maybe an inch shorter than me. She has his same dark hair and hazel eyes that she wears very short with wispy fringes around her face. If I had to guess her age, I'd say early fifties only because I know Cain is thirty, but she'd pass for way younger.

  "Oh, my word," his mom says as she steps forward, arms outstretched and to the side. Her eyes rake me up and down, and I'm wearing the same outfit that I wore to my very first and probably only gang bang. Luckily, it wasn't too rumpled and was at least stylish and chic. Her arms come to my shoulders and she beams at me. "You are just gorgeous."

  I blush prettily and watch as Cain's mom turns to him, still holding me firm in her grasp.

  "Isn't she gorgeous, Cain?" his mom asks him with the same sparkling smile of pure joy that her son has brought a woman to see her.

  Cain shakes his head in amusement and slides his eyes to me. His gaze pins me in place and my stomach flip-flops when he says, "Totally gorgeous."

  His mom's smile burns brighter, and she actually sighs. I hold my own sigh in, but it's hard because damn... that was swoon worthy.

  Turning to me, she gives a push and guides me back toward the door we just came through. She loops an arm through mine and starts to usher me that way. "I'm Molly Bonham, Cain's mother, but you probably already figured that out."

  "I'm Sloane Meyers," I tell her as we go through the door, leaving Cain behind. I've known Cain's mom for all of thirty seconds, and I've already lied to her the minute I told her my fake last name.

  Molly leads me over to her technician table, and the other women all look at me with avid interest. Molly indicates a chair on the opposite side, and I sit. She takes her own chair and then reaches her hands out, snapping her fingers in an indication she wants my hands.

  I hold them out to her uncertainly. She grasps them and studies, turning them left and right. "You have beautiful hands. You come back and I'll give you a manicure, but for now, I'll just give you a massage while we talk."

  Molly pumps some lotion in her hand from a bottle on her desk and starts rubbing it into one hand, her fingers digging down into the muscles of my palm, and damn... that feels good.

  "So, how long have you and Cain been dating?" Molly asks with a cheery smile. "And don't leave out any details. This is practically unheard of. Well, not since--"

  "Rachel?" I blurt out.

  Molly blinks at me in surprise, and then shakes her head with disgusted look on her face. "Lord, no. He never brought Rachel to meet me when they were dating. I was thinking of his high school sweetheart... oh, what was her name? At any rate, he was crazy about her, but she was a heartbreaker. Broke all the boys' hearts if I remember, but that was high school crush-type stuff. Well, and then, of course, he was gone in the Marines and hardly had time to come home and visit, and since Rachel, well... he's not had much interest..."

  Molly goes on and on about Cain, and my head spins trying to keep up with her. This little dynamo of a woman who is vigorously massaging my hands and laying out her son's entire dating history to me is absolutely charming. I listen... absorbing everything I can about this mysterious man.

  A man who takes his job seriously.

  Fucks women in parking lots.

  Has kinky group sex with his friends.

  Puts butt plugs up my ass at my workplace.

  Hell... Molly is so damn normal and "mom-like" that it starts to give me new perspective on Cain. It's almost as if I can envision him as a normal guy.

  "...and then he just works so hard between his job at The Wicked Horse, then working part time at the Double J, and for my Walt. I worry about him, and he needs a girl to keep him straight. He has to know there's more to life than working to pay off all that debt Rachel left him."

  "She sounded like a bad piece of work," I comment softly.

  "She was the worst," Molly says in a low voice as she leans in on me. "She cheated on Cain... ran around with all sorts of bad folks, high on drugs. Ran up all those credit cards. Honestly, while I hate for anyone to die, I couldn't help but be relieved she was out of his life. And now here you are... the first girl he's seemed interested in since her."

  I find it interesting Molly didn't mention the abortion Rachel had. It could be she just didn't think it was couth to mention it to me as a stranger, but I'm betting she doesn't know. Knowing what I do about Cain, I'd put money on the fact he didn't share with his mother because he didn't want to cause her pain.

  "So how did you two meet?" Molly asks as she pumps more lotion and starts to massage my other hand.

  "Um... actually at The Wicked Horse," I tell her with a mischievous grin. "I ended up kicking a guy in the balls who tried to touch me on the dance floor and Cain had to escort me out."

  "And you've been dating ever since," Molly says with a romantic sigh.

  Yeah, well... not dating.

  We're fucking, Molly. Just fucking.

  In fact, your son brought me to a strange house last night and fucked me with three of his buddies.

  It's hard for me to even reconcile that notion... that it just happened last night, and here I am having a conversation with Cain's mom. It's just surreal to me.

  The door to the back room opens, and I turn my head to see Cain coming out. He gives me a quick smile, rolling his eyes when he sees his mom rubbing my hands.

  "Okay, Mom... let Sloane go now. We've got to go," Cain says as he walks up to us. "Pilot light was out. I relit it for you."

  Molly pats the hand she was massaging and looks at me. "It was lovely to meet you, Sloane, and I hope to see you again."

  I give her hand a squeeze as I stand from the chair. "It was really nice to meet you too, Molly. Hope to see you again soon."

  "Well, let's make it this Sunday," Molly says with a devious smile leveled at her son. "Cain usually comes to eat Sunday lunch with us. His sister and her family will be there too. You come with Cain, okay?"

  My head swivels to Cain, who I imagine might be gritting his teeth over his mom's offer, but instead, he just leans over and kisses her cheek. "We'll be there around one."

  I'm stunned he wants me to go to a family dinner with him. We just had wild monkey group sex last night, and now he's taking me to the family homestead?

  But I recover quickly and turn to Molly. "Can I bring anything?"

  "Just yourself, dear," she says and then winks at Cain. "I like this girl, Cain. She's a keeper."

  This time, Cain doesn't humor his mom but instead gets a tight lock to his jaw. He just nods and says, "We'll see you Sunday, Mom."

  I follow Cain out of the shop, no doubt what I just saw on his face. He may have been sweet and doting in there just now in front of his mom, but Cain Bonham has no plans to keep me around for very long.

  That was very, very clear on his face.

  Chapter 19

  Cain

  Cain Bonham out on a date.

  A double date at that.

  Bet no one saw that coming.

  I have to say, it's not as awful as I thought it would be. I'm trying to remember the last date I went on, and I guess it was when Rachel and I first hooked up. We didn't start out with a date but with some wild sex in the back of my truck, and I think we eventually ended up going to dinner after. But with her, it was only sex and more sex, and I got sex and love confused back then.

  Not so now.

  I'm clear and levelheaded on what the stakes are, and I also know Sloane Meyers doesn't belong in my life long term. In fact, this time next week, I'll be fucking Amy Mason and Sloane will be a memory.

  My gut twists at the thought, but I ignore it. Instead, I look at Sloane and Callie talking.

  The women hit it off, and I mean hit it off. They hav
en't stopped fucking talking since we got to the restaurant, and Woolf and I have been stuck having to entertain each other.

  At least we always have sports to talk about.

  Sloane wasn't making light of her interest in politics. I was amazed at her knowledge and involvement at the state level back in Tennessee, and she worked on two campaigns, one of which was a US senator. Frankly, that shit was boring to me, but early on in the conversation, my interest was caught when Sloane told Callie more about her mother.

  "So why do you want to help with my father's campaign?" Callie had asked her as they sipped on glasses of wine and we all picked at the overpriced shrimp cocktails.

  "He's supporting House Bill 137," Sloane said.

  Callie nodded in recognition. "Requiring doctors to check a database before prescribing highly addictive drugs."

  "Among other things," Sloane said. "But yes... that's the most important part of the bill."

  "Cain said you're new to the area. Why the desire to get involved in local politics?"

  Sloane told Callie about her experience, going into some mind-numbing detail that caused Woolf and me to have a spirited discussion about baseball, but then my attention was dragged back when Sloane said, "It's personal to me. And since I'm making this my home for the immediate future, I'd love to get back involved in the political scene."

  "Why is it personal to you?" Callie softly asked.

  Sloane's voice was strong as she told a bit more detail than she gave me a few days ago. "My mom had some lower back surgery. Got prescribed some pretty addictive stuff. She couldn't give them up. That was compounded by the fact that she was severely depressed. She took too much... overdosed. I found her not long after she took them and was able to get help in time."

  "Oh, God," Callie said with her hand coming to cover her mouth in astonishment. She then just as quickly puts her other hand over Sloane's and squeezes it. "I'm so sorry. Is she okay now?"

  "That was a few years ago," Sloane said, running her finger around the edge of her wineglass and staring at the red liquid to avoid Callie's questioning gaze. "She's off the pain pills, but she still has issues."

  Luckily at that time, the waiter came up to take our order, so Sloane got a reprieve from further questions. The minute he left, I gently steered the conversation back to Sloane's request to volunteer, and the girls were off and running again.

  Woolf and I talked about football.

  Eventually, the talk turned away from politics and we all had a good time hanging out. That had never been a chore between Woolf, Callie, and me, seeing as how we all knew each other for years. But it really didn't surprise me that Sloane fit in so well. She's laid-back like us but sharp as a tack, with an amazing sense of humor. We all four lingered after dessert for over an hour, just talking and laughing, and it was almost 10:30 PM by the time we left.

  By the end of the evening, Callie and Sloane had made plans to get together the very next day to do some shopping and "talk politics". It seems as if Sloane is not only getting back into a hobby she enjoyed but has also made a new friend as well, and I'm glad. I suspected they would like each other, and honestly... that eases my conscience that she'll perhaps have a friend she can lean on when I have to cut her loose next week. Callie's going to give me so much shit about it, but at least she'll understand as she knows all about the sex club. And she'll also give Sloane some comfort as well.

  Ordinarily on a Saturday night around this time, either I'd be working at The Wicked Horse or I'd be fucking someone in The Silo or fantasy cabins. But tonight, after we say goodbye to Woolf and Callie in the restaurant parking lot, I ask Sloane what she wants to do.

  She shrugs. "I don't know. Go back to my place?"

  The last two nights, I worked, but it didn't keep me away from her. I drove all the way back to Jackson and let myself into her apartment, pleased to find her already naked and waiting for me. But tonight, I kind of want her in my bed.

  "Or my place," I throw out, inviting her to my home for a second time. This is stupid because it smacks of a strengthening relationship, which is fucked up since I have no intentions of keeping this going in the long term.

  "Okay," she says with a smile.

  I take her hand as we walk over to my truck, head already spinning with what I want to do to her when we get there.

  Sloane straddling me, riding my cock.

  My hands on her hips, helping her to bounce up and down.

  Fantastic tits jiggling.

  One of her hands between her legs, rubbing her clit.

  Sloane fracturing apart and crying out as she orgasms.

  That's all I need. I slam her down on me as I plant my feet firmly in the mattress and punch my hips upward. My cock goes so deep, she gives a startled yip even as she shakes and shudders. I unload viciously, gritting my teeth and riding out a pleasure so intense, it almost doesn't seem real to me.

  Sloane immediately collapses on top of me, her body as slick with sweat as mine. My arms come up and around her, my hand to her back where I feel it rising and falling as she gasps for breath.

  "Am I crazy?" she says between pants. "Or was that really, really good?"

  "You came three times," I say, equally out of breath. "I think I just blew the head off my dick. So yeah... that was really, really good."

  Sloane giggles and nuzzles her face into my neck.

  And I fucking love that sound and that feeling, and fuck... I'm going to miss that for sure.

  The sounds of Bullet with Butterfly Wings starts playing and Sloane jerks, sitting straight up on top of me, looking at her purse sitting on the floor. She scrambles off me, my cock sliding free and now feeling utterly cold and abandoned. Dragging the sheet off the bed with her, she hastily wraps it around her body before grabbing her purse and diving in for her phone.

  It comes up to her ear. She gives a slight cough to clear her throat and answers, "Mom? Are you okay?"

  Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as worry crosses Sloane's face and she listens intently on the other line. Her eyes rise to meet mine, and she gives an apologetic look while holding up one finger to me. I return an encouraging nod and she walks out of my room, taking the privacy she just wordlessly requested of me.

  With a sigh, I roll out of the bed, pulling the condom off as I go, dumping it unceremoniously in a garbage can on the other side of my nightstand. While I'm totally cool with walking around butt-ass naked, Sloane covering herself with the sheet to talk to her mom told me one thing.

  That this conversation was potentially upsetting or painful, and she needed some type of protective cloak, even if it was just shielding her nakedness from me. So in deference to her, I pull my jeans on without the underwear and sit back down on my bed.

  My house is so small that I can hear Sloane even though she's talking quietly. I don't think she's trying to hide what she's saying though, because while her words are soft, they are clear.

  I'm sorry you're having a bad night. Did you try to call Kent?

  Long pause as she listens.

  I know you don't like the way they make you feel, but you need to stay with it.

  A shorter pause.

  Yes, Mom... it's important.

  And then in a lower voice. I'll try to come home soon. Maybe in a week or so I should be able to.

  A really long pause, and then, finally... It will be okay, Mom. You know to call Dr. O'Loughlin if it gets bad, right?

  Short pause.

  All right. I have to go, but I love you. I'll call you tomorrow to check on you.

  I wait a few more minutes, assuming Sloane will walk back into my bedroom, but she doesn't come. Pushing myself off the bed, I pad down the short hall into the living room. She's sitting in my recliner, feet curled up under, tightly wrapped in the sheet. Holding her phone in front of her, she stares at the screen and gives a curse under her breath, then her thumbs are flying across it as she messages someone. Her face is livid with anger. The subtle whoosh sound of an outgoing text chimes even as
Sloane continues to glare at her phone.

  "You okay?" I ask her and she jerks, immediately shutting off her phone. I expect to see worry and exhaustion perhaps from the side of the conversation I just heard, but instead, she shoots me a slightly guilty look.

  I glance down at the phone and then back to her, wondering who she just texted and why it would cause her to look angry and then guilty, especially right after ending a call with her mother.

  Sloane's worried features smooth out, and she gives me a quick smile. "Yeah. Fine. That was just my mom. She's a little blue and wanted to talk to me."

  "Is anything wrong?" I push at her as I walk into the living room, coming to stand before the recliner.

  She looks up at me, thumb idly stroking the edge of her phone. Taking in a breath, she lets it out. "My mom just got out of the hospital about a month ago. A psychiatric hospital. She had a bit of a meltdown and voluntarily checked herself in."

  I kneel down in front of Sloane, bringing my eyes level to hers. Placing my hands on her thighs, I squeeze. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

  "Well, it's not something you just tell total strangers," Sloane says with a humorless laugh.

  "We're not strangers," I tell her.

  "We've known each other a week."

  "But look at the things we've done in that week," I counter argue with a smile and a pointed look. "And here you are, laying all your dark secrets on my doorstep."

  Another flash of guilt in her eyes, and I realize she's not sharing all her secrets with me.

  "Is your mom okay right now?" I ask so she doesn't shutdown.

  "Yeah," she says softly, pushing her legs out from underneath of her. I move my hands so she can uncurl herself and place her feet on the floor to either side of where I kneel. "She'll be okay. Sometimes she just likes to hear my voice... I think it grounds her."

  "Sounds like you're planning a visit back to see her soon," I say offhandedly as my hands go back to her thighs that are enshrouded in layers of sheet.

  Sloane blinks at me in surprise, so I clarify, "I overheard your end of the conversation."

  "Oh," she says distractedly and I can see the wheels in her head turning, trying to remember exactly what she said. She's definitely hiding something from me.

  "Who were you texting?" I can't fucking help asking. I just found out that Sloane's got some serious shit to worry about with her mother clear across the country, something's upset her tonight, and she sent what looked like an angry text out just a bit ago. It's driving me nuts not knowing what this is all about, particularly because now I want to help her in whatever it is.