Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC 3)

She tossed her little head.

“No. I’m not some floozy, you know.”

I growled, pulling her against my hard body. All of me was hard. I was tired of waiting. She was mine in fact. It was time to make it true in a more tactile way. Now, she would know just how ready I was to commit to her.

“Cain!”

“What?”

“You’re so . . .”

“Hard.”

“Yes.”

“Woman, you do this to me. I have a fucking boner. And your name is written all over it.”

She looked intrigued.

“Will you come home with me?”

“No. But I will meet you somewhere.”

“When?”

“Well, I guess I could meet tonight.”

She fluttered her eyelashes at me a little. Now I was intrigued.

“Where?”

“I don’t know.”

I ran my hand through my hair.

“Fine. I’ll text you an address. It’s safer if we meet away from your house.”

“It had better not be your place!”

I shook my head and opened her car door for her. I would find someplace to meet. Someplace we could be alone where no one would expect us. I pressed a kiss on her lips through her open car window.

“Drive safe, you little maniac.”

Chapter Four

Kelly

Tonight.

I was actually going to see him tonight. I wasn’t sure whether to put on a pretty dress or battle armor. I wanted to see him so badly, but I was sure there was going to be a power struggle when it came to how far things went.

Lord knows, I’d been waiting for this night for long enough.

Cain was nothing like any other man I’d ever met before. He was kind of like the Terminator, but in the second movie. Where he was still a bad ass, but also kind of nice. Physically perfect, stone cold, but also hot. With laser beam eyes that missed nothing.

Cain is my Terminator.

Of course, he wasn’t mine. Not really. But I thought of him that way. Even when I’d assumed he was out chasing tail all those lonely nights. That’s why I had been so pissed about it.

Cass had set me straight, but I’d needed to hear it from Cain himself. And it was true. I could tell the truth from a lie when I heard it. Every single thing she’d told me.

Apparently, Cain didn’t chase women. He didn’t even touch them, even if they threw themselves at him, which they did frequently, according to Cass and Mason. Even Connor knew about his reputation. In fact, Cain pretty much ignored women altogether.

All women. Not one had sparked his interest. Not until me.

I couldn’t help but feel a small thrill at that knowledge. Just like I’d felt when I saw him trailing me earlier today. He was frequently in my rearview mirror, but today, he’d flagged me down. He’d actually raised his voice, which was definitely a new thing.

And then he’d kissed the hell out of me.

I’d lied to him about the other men. I’d had a few internet dates over the years, but those had dried up right away. Most had ditched me mid-date. Some had even disappeared completely off the dating app. I had a suspicion that Cain and his club had something to do with that, but I couldn’t have told you exactly how he’d done it.

All of my dates had left early. Every single one. That stung a bit, to be honest. I hadn’t even gotten a single kiss. Of course, it wasn’t them I wanted kissing me. It was the big, clean-cut biker with the limited vocabulary. He’d been overly familiar with me since the moment we met.

Cain was bossy. Rude. Definitely crude.

But also direct, protective, and in a filthy way, affectionate. He wasn’t just horndogging me. It almost felt like he really wanted me. Not just my body.

The whole Kellylicious package.

I sighed dreamily. There was just something special about him . . . other than being gorgeous and built like a body builder or a movie star. Cain had sincerity and honor. He was noble. I just couldn’t stay mad at him.

I just like him too damn much.

But I was going to make him wait. I knew I should have played it cooler. A smart girl would have postponed our date a few more days, but I just couldn’t. I was too excited to spend time with him, especially when he told me why he’d been keeping his distance all these years.

Multiple murders are a pretty damn good excuse.

Even I had to admit that. The truth was, I could be petty as fuck. I was known to hold a grudge. When I’d thought he was playing me, I’d been so pissed. Con and Cass had to talk me down from going down to the club and raising hell. A couple of dates and he disappears? Unreal.

That’s when I started noticing him. Not online or anything. Bikers didn’t really go for social media, and especially not someone like Cain. No, I noticed him trailing me in real life.