“Yep, anything else we need to put to the table?” I ask, ready to close this shit down. I’ve got a date with Persephone. She has no idea what’s in store for her, but I do know we could both use some time away from everyone, at least for tonight.
“Think that’s it. Raven and I are out of here for the night,” Razor inputs.
“Might be a good idea. There’s no amount of yelling Sadie might do. It’ll be worth it to have Henley to hang out with though.” Ruger is completely gone for that woman, no matter how much of a struggle it is with her accepting his help. I bet he’ll get her in the right frame of mind soon enough.
“Same with Persephone and me. Gonna give her a bit of normalcy. My cell and the house phone are on. Let me know right away if the Cartel makes a call.” We all stand up. The meeting is adjourned, and I’m on my way to get my woman. It’s time to see just how many orgasms I can wring out of her. Hell, maybe this time, I can get four from her instead of the three she’s been giving me. Yeah, I like that idea, a-fucking-lot.
Twenty-One
Persephone
“Cain,” I moan, arching my back. I’m up on my knees, pillows stacked beneath my stomach and upper chest to not put any pressure on my bad side. Cain’s behind me, and as much as I love the clubhouse, the minute Cain walked out of the meeting, grabbing my hand, I knew I’d follow him anywhere. He packed my small bag, and then we were off to a two-story older-style ranch house that was a good two hundred yards away from the main area.
“Fuck, babe. Give me that wild,” Cain demands. One of his hands is on my hip, the other fisting my hair in a ponytail. I’m leveraged on my good arm, still having to be careful with the left side of my body.
“I am. You’re the one who’s going slow. I’m ready to feel you come inside me.” For some reason, he’s taking this slow, devastatingly slow. He’ll slide inside, stay still, thumb my clit, feeling me clench on his length but not move. This last time, Cain decided he was going to torture the both of us even more, slowly thrusting in and out, and when I say slow, I mean a turtle probably moves faster than what Cain was doing to me.
“Making sure you give me that fourth orgasm,” he grunts. The second we walked through his house—which by the way is beyond amazing with its warm neutral tones, pops of muted colors that give it an earthy feel, along with gleaming wood floors and ceiling—he gave me the first orgasm up against the front door, my pants wrenched down, his lips on mine, and his fingers working my pussy so fast my head was spinning. My next one was on the couch, his lips and tongue working my nipples before he had his mouth on my center, sucking the life out of me. I had to beg for him to stop. Jesus, that man is a powerhouse, and even with the fourteen-year age difference, I’m one thousand percent sure he has more energy than me.
Now we’re in bed, Cain is trying to pull the fourth orgasm out of me, and I’m not sure that’s going to pan out in his favor, especially after he fucked me through the third. The damn man wouldn’t even let me play this round. He held me off, but later tonight, I know just how I’m going to wake him up.
“Might be impossible with how slow you’re fucking me.” I give the pillows my full weight, sneaking my hand beneath us, finding his balls, gently rolling them around with my fingers, and that’s when he pistons faster, harder, so much so that I’m losing my purchase. I’m not going to complain though, not when he’s getting me there, and I’m clearly helping him do the same thing, especially when Cain’s hand tightens on my hip and he loosens his hold on my hair so he’s now down on his forearm, completely surrounding me.
“Persephone.” My name leaves his lips on a guttural moan, leaving goose bumps in its wake. It triggers that elusive forth orgasm the two of us were chasing.
“Cain.” He rolls our bodies so we’re front to front. Calmness surrounds us. “I really like your house.”
“Glad you like it, since you’ll be staying here with me when we’re not at the club, babe.” A giddiness takes over.
“Really?” I give Cain a megawatt, ridiculously cheesy smile.
“Fuck, yeah. You think I’m gonna let you go back to where you were living? Cops might have something to say about that, which we’ll talk about later, by the way. But you ain’t livin’ where I’m not, Persephone,” Cain grumbles, pissed off.