With that, his hands were on my waist and he lifted me, tossing me over his shoulder as though my hundred and fifty-eight pounds were as light as a feather.
From my upside-down vantage point, I had a great view of his ass, which I hit with a closed fist—playfully, but with force. He could handle it. “Where are we going?”
“Hmmm,” he mused as he nudged open the door of Andromeda with his foot. “You tell me. Office or my room?”
“How about neither?”
He stopped walking. “Neither?”
“Yeah, neither. Put me down.”
Lowering me, I slid down his front. Once on my feet, I grabbed his hand and pulled him behind the bar.
“What are y—” he started, but his words were lost as I sank to my knees and quickly started to undo his belt, button, and zipper. Reaching into his pants, I pulled his cock out and pushed down the fabric that was in my way before closing my lips around him.
He grunted, his hands flying up into my hair as he pushed my head to take him further. I relaxed my throat and let him slide as far down as I could. My eyes burned immediately as I fought against my gag reflex.
Bobbing my head up and down his shaft, I swirled my tongue the best I could and reached up to massage his balls with one hand as I did. He groaned and shifted his hips forward, and as I looked up, his stare was already burning down into mine.
“You’re so damn beautiful, baby,” he praised. “Keep going like this and I’ll finish way before our ten minutes are up.”
My fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him with the same rhythm as I moved my mouth. Cain’s breaths quickened, his body tense with his release that was right on the surface, when the door to Andromeda slammed open against the wall.
“Prez, we have a situation,” Damon’s voice boomed as he entered the bar.
Cain’s grasp on my hair tightened, and I kept blowing him, ignoring the fact that Damon was looming just on the other side of the bar top.
“GOD DAMN IT, DAMON,” Cain roared. “Fuck off, it can wait.”
“No, it can’t.” Damon’s voice was low and strained, but still harbored a ruthless edge. Was he rattled?
“FUCK.” Cain loosened his grip and pulled his hips back, withdrawing from my mouth. His still-hard cock strained as he tucked himself in and refastened his pants. He looked down at me with a mixture of irritation and remorse. “I’m sorry, baby. If it were any other Sinner, I’d ignore them, but Damon—”
“It’s fine,” I assured him as I came to a stand, unapologetically wiping my mouth as I did. I offered Damon a smile, as though I wasn’t annoyed.
Cain leaned down and gave me a dirty, rough kiss before turning to Damon. “If the fucking sky isn’t falling, I will kill you.”
Damon said nothing, but the two men seemed to communicate wordlessly.
“Church. Now,” Cain barked, and Damon plowed his way through the bar and to the hall where the back stairs were. Directing his attention back to me, Cain grabbed my hand and kissed my open palm. “I’ll see you tonight, but in case you’re busy, I’ll say this now. Meet me in my room after you close up, and I’ll make this up to you.”
“You’re the one with the blue balls,” I quipped, smiling as he leaned down and kissed me again.
It was like we’d done a complete three-sixty in a matter of forty-eight hours. All the walls, the hesitations, the back-and-forth…gone. Just like that.
And I couldn’t stop myself from waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Yet, the man looking back at me had nothing but adoration shining through his eyes, despite his menacing exterior. Cain Michaels, president of Sinners Warlord, a man who I recently watched murder someone with his bare hands, was the same man looking at me like I hung the moon.
“I love you, baby,” he told me, holding my hand until his footsteps carried him out of reach. I watched as he followed the path Damon had taken, making his way through the bar and out of sight as he headed toward the back staircase.
I stared at the empty space he disappeared through, my heart thundering. So quickly, everything had changed. My mind was reeling—that little voice in my head telling me tobe careful.
But being careful already wasted so much time for us.
Through the past and present, Cain’s shown me his faults, his rage, his unparalleled determination, and now he was showing me his softer side. The tender side. The side he’d reserved forme.
So no, I wouldn’t be careful—it was time to throw caution to the wind and follow Sly’s advice to let my heart guide me and let the fear go.
