Let them talk.
Whistles and hoots erupted around us as we passed tables of my regulars, but I was also so lost to the kiss, I barely noticed them.
The air grew quiet around us as we descended the abandoned hallway toward my office, when suddenly my back slammed against the wall. A sharp exhale of breath assaulted my lungs, the wind knocked from my body.
Cain peppered kisses down my jaw to my neck, nipping and sucking along the soft flesh as I caught my breath, his firm hands still coiled tightly under my thighs.
To my left, Sly pushed aside the hidden lock and opened the door to my office, pushing it wide and walking through. Though out of my line of sight, I knew he was holding the door open, and as Cain pulled me away from the wall and walked through the doorway, I heard the lock engage behind us. With the flip of a switch, the lowest set of lights burst to life and cast a warm glow across the room.
Placing me onto my feet, I swayed slightly, my head feeling cloudy from the lust Cain ignited. I jumped when I felt a light set of fingertips brush the hair away from my neck from behind, and a warm pair of lips skirted softly across my skin.
“She’s a vision, is she not?” Sly murmured, still pressing his lips against my neck. I could feel his smile... I knew what he was doing, ruffling Cain’s feathers, and it clearly was working.
Cain’s low growl vibrated through his vocal chords again and his grip from where he held my hips, tightened possessively.
I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t like it.
“Strip her,” Cain commanded Sly with a strained voice. He reached for my desk chair and rolled it over, settling it a couple feet in front of me before taking a seat, crossing his left ankle over his right knee as he leaned back. He appeared calm, cool, and collected, but I knew his heart was hammering just as roughly as mine was.
Sly grabbed the hem of my ribbed black tank top and pulled it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. His fingers brushed my lower back, moving slowly up my back until reaching the clasp of my bra.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to maintain the level of calm I usually possessed. But I was finding it impossible to pull together a thought other than Cain was in front of me, watching as another man undressed me.
And holy hell, it was a turn on.
Skilled fingers unclasped my bra, releasing the black satin and lace from my chest. He tossed it in the same direction as my shirt before reaching around my hips and unbuttoning my denim shorts. Sly didn’t bother unzipping them before he hooked his thumbs in the waistband, pushing the fabric down my hips and taking my panties with it.
The air shifted slightly as he followed the fabric to the floor, kneeling behind me, lifting one foot at a time. Pushing my clothes aside, he helped me step out of them.
Kissing up my legs until he reached my ass, Sly bit down on one cheek hard before he sucked the flesh into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the area to soothe it. As he came back to stand, he snaked his hand around my throat, settling his palm against it and gripped my jawline with his pointer finger and thumb. “Doesn’t she look delicious, mio amico? Good enough toeat, wouldn’t you say?”
Cain’s eyes flared as he took in my naked body, seeing me without a stitch of clothing for the first time. Beneath his heavy gaze, I felt more on display than I’d ever felt, and a flood of memories infiltrated my thoughts—visions of the two of us becoming close years ago.
My eyes closed. I needed a moment to let the emotions pass.
When I opened them again, they connected with Cain’s and the effect it had on my body was instantaneous. Heat burned through my core, catching fire from the inside. My pussy flooded with arousal from the way he was looking at me.
“Tell him what you want, mia preferita,” Sly whispered against my ear. He splayed his free hand against my lower stomach, his fingers drifting lower until Cain’s rough voice filled the air.
“Don’t. Touch,” he growled, and Sly’s movements ceased.
“What do you want?” he whispered again, low enough so only I could hear. “Tell him.”
With a smirk on my lips, I stared straight into the eyes of the man who’d once broken me. The man I never thought I’d let back in. The same man I knew had the ability to destroy me if he broke my trust again. “Kneel,” I ordered, lifting my chin slightly. Sly’s grip loosened slightly, allowing me to lift it more as I took control.
“Kneel?” Cain repeated, shifting in his seat so he leaned forward with both elbows resting on the tops of his thighs.
“Get on your knees, Cain, and kneel. Bow to your fucking queen.”
We held each other’s stare, neither wanting to back down. Around us, the air crackled, and I felt Sly’s thumb brush against my neck, just below my jaw. His touch was reassuring—he knew exactly what this was. A tipping point. A way to push past my hesitations with Cain and take back my confidence in him—rebuild the trust.
Cain shifted his gaze from mine to Sly’s for a fleeting moment before he pushed from the chair and sank to his knees in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as I witnessed the big, bad motorcycle club president fall to the ground for me.
“Now what?” he urged, awaiting my next move.
I didn’t wait for Sly to continue instructing me…I knew exactly what I wanted. I was a slave to the lust, my body controlling my mind as I lost all sensibility for the man I’ve always craved. “Now show me how a good boy behaves and lick me.”
Behind me, the faintest of groans pushed past Sly’s lips, and he shuffled forward just slightly, pressing his erection into my back to show me how much this was affecting him, too.
