And every single place Cain’s body touched mine felt like it was an inferno.
It was all I could do not to scream when my orgasm hit, slamming into me so powerfully I lifted onto my toes and fell forward more on the tattoo chair. Cain slammed into me harder as he chased his own release before coming inside me.
When he pulled out and tucked himself back into his shorts, he turned off the vibrator and shoved it back into his pocket before helping me get situated.
“You ready to go home, baby?” Cain asked, lacing his fingers through mine.
I was still coming down from my post-orgasmic high, so I simply nodded.
He led us through the tattoo shop and pushed through the door, bringing us out onto the dark street. Pulling my helmet off his motorcycle, he placed it on my head and secured the strap beneath my chin before doing the same to his. We’d only brought the small helmets since we weren’t traveling too far, which I was grateful for because as it was, my ponytail was already sticking to my newly inked back and it made me wince. I couldn’t imagine a full helmet and having to wear my hair down right now.
We climbed onto the bike and, once again, I wrapped my arms around his middle as he pushed up the kickstand and started the engine.
A few minutes later, we were on the road, and I found myself suddenly intrigued by exactlywhosehome he was taking us to.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
There were days like today where the Sinners forgot they didn’t own this bar and did whatever they pleased. Two o’clock on a Tuesday and no less than fifteen bikers crowded myclosedbar, played pool, and enjoyed some drinks. I, on the other hand, frantically fluttered around, trying to get everything restocked, cleaned, and ready before the weekend.
“Hey, baby, can we get another round over here?” Nixon called out from where he sat at a high-top, his dirty boots kicked up onto the chair across from him.
“Get it yourself, asshole! The bar’sclosed, in case you missed, oh, I don’t know, the lack of staff and patrons!”
He chuckled. Next to him, Preston hopped up and made his way behind the bar.
Before he touched anything, he looked over at me. “I used to bartend. Do you mind?”
“Be my guest.” I gestured to the bar. “But if you break anything, you’re replacing it,orworking it off when we’reactuallyopen.”
He grinned, his tone cheerful as he said, “You’ve got it.”
I watched as he moved around my bar with a natural ease, popping caps off bottles and pouring hard liquor into their respective glasses. I was impressed. For a kid who looked a little rough around the edges, he seemed to have a talent for bartending. It was easy to see by the way he handled himself.
“You looking for a job?” I asked, knowing I could always use an extra set of hands.
He shook his head. “Nah, but thanks. As much as I enjoy mixing a drink here and there, I’m not a customer service type person. You wouldn’t want a bartender who’d beat the shit out of your customers.”
“You could always dick them instead,” I retorted with a laugh.
His eyes widened, his head whipping toward me. “Do what, now?”
“Oh, you heard me,” I teased. “You can dick them. I keep holographic dick confetti in my office to blow in the faces of jackasses who deserve it. Embarrass the shit out of them. It’s much more effective than a fist, and you won’t end up with a felony assault charge, either.”
“She’s not lying,” Cain inserted, walking up and leaning against the bar. “She really does have dick confetti and throws it on people. Though I disagree about it being more effective. I still prefer to work things out with my fists.”
He grabbed my chin and tipped my head back, kissing me roughly. I grinned into the kiss, immediately feeling myself get turned on.
Every day with Cain made me regret every day without him.
Breaking the kiss, Cain stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle, careful not to press into my back. My tattoo was tender, but because of the thin line work it was far less painful than most of my others had been.
Cain began to speak with Preston, getting to know him better. I relaxed into him while I listened, tilting my head back onto his shoulder.
They talked about club life, and why Preston wanted in. What growing up with Nixon was like, and Preston’s goals for the future. He was young, only twenty-three, and so excited to be given a chance with the Sinners.
When the door slammed open unexpectedly, the entire bar fell silent, turning to look at who was coming in. I went to pull away from Cain and deal with it, but he pushed me behind him. His hand never left my arm and I read that for what it was; to not move.
In the doorway stood two men, dominating the doorframe. They both wore scowls, along with their leather vests and dirty jeans. Tattoos covered every inch of visible skin, even their faces.
