As in, out of my bar.
And Cain had moved into my place.
I tried to assure him that it was fine if the Sinners stayed…thatIwas fine if they stayed. We had a contract, but more than that, the Sinners had become family. We’d been through so much together. But he realized the implications of having a motorcycle club living above his girlfriend's business.
Neither of us wanted history to ever repeat itself.
But with the Sinners gone, that space and all those rooms were being wasted. It sat empty for a couple of months before one day, while prepping to open with Indy, an idea struck. After a few days of brainstorming and a meeting with Chief Duquette at the Ridgewood Police Department, I hit the ground running.
Rosie’s Refuge opened two weeks ago and already housed three women who needed a safe place to go after being assaulted. The police department connected survivors with us, and we greeted them with open arms, giving them the support they needed. Rosie’s Refuge had room for up to ten, or more, if some were willing to share a room with another woman in need. We provided them with meals, shelter, and protection—the Sinners worked in shifts to act as security at the base of the staircase.
Until the women who came to us were comfortable enough to be on their own again, they were welcome as long as they needed. The charity I set up to fund us helped with the cost of food and utilities, but even if it hadn’t, I’d never ask these women for a penny.
It was the single most rewarding thing I’d ever done.
Aside from choosing to let go of my fear and allow myself to fully let my guard down with Cain.
Pulling me back to the present, his finger grazed my clit, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. A wanton moan floated past my lips as my hips bucked, desperate for more of his touch.
“Fuck, Rose, you’re so wet,” Cain groaned, another finger inside my pussy. The way he watched his fingers slide in and out of me made my body shudder.
I wrapped my legs around his neck, forcing his mouth closer to my center.
“Eat me,” I demanded, lifting my hips to further my request. Ineededthe feel of his tongue against me.Cravedthe way his lips left against my clit.
“Gladly,” he said, pulling his fingers from me. Ripping the underwear from my body, he left me bare as he sat back on his heels and simply admired the view.
I squirmed in my seat, aroused and needy, growing increasingly more frustrated, until his tongue connected with my wet flesh.
“Mmmmm,” I hummed, rolling my hips to meet the thrusts of his tongue.
He reached around my leg and connected his thumb to my clit again, rolling it around.
“Fuck, you’re so good with your mouth,” I complimented. It was the truth. Cain was a master at my body, knowing it literally inside and out. Every time he touched me, I turned to putty almost instantly because he knew exactly what I craved.
He lapped at my pussy and brought me closer to my orgasm with every flick of his fingers.
“I want you to fuck me, Cain. Now.”
He pulled away and stood up, grabbing my arm and pulling me to stand, too. My dress fell back into place.
Walking over to the couch, he took a seat, leaning back as he draped an arm over the top, looking relaxed. He also looked like he was ready to fuck me into oblivion, if the way his cock poking out of his jeans was any indication.
After things had settled, we’d turned the couch around. I’d made a habit of constantly staring out into the bar and obsessively watching every guy to make sure he wasn’t being sketchy, and it wasn’t healthy.
Now that it was turned, Cain spent a lot of time watching me work. He kept me company, which I appreciated. It helped keep me from running away with my thoughts.
It also kept me from missing my best friends.
Elle and Ryder just had their baby, a little girl. Zoë had me wrapped around her itty-bitty finger, and as much as I loved going over to see all of them, they needed their time to bond as a new family.
Noah had finally proposed to his girlfriend, Lily, and they were currently undergoing IVF and trying to start their family while simultaneously planning their wedding. Lily and I never grew super close, but Noah held a special place in my heart. The brother I never had. His happiness was my happiness, and I prayed every day IVF would work for them.
And Sly…my wonderful, beautiful, Italian friend, turned lover, turned friend again. Once discharged from the hospital, he stuck around for a while, but ultimately decided to go back to New York. I suspected he left to be closer to Vinnie—maybe even to try and get her back. Since leaving, our communication had lessened, and even though it broke my heart, I hoped his was full.
He deserved to feel the love that I felt every day with Cain.
Cain Michaels.
