Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC 3)

“Some of these are still in the theaters!”

“Yeah. It’s a hotel thing.”

I nodded wisely, like I’d ever stayed in a fancy hotel before. This was crazy cool. The truth was, I was really impressed.

“Do you like action films?”

“Pick what you want.”

I was really wanting to watch the dystopian one but I knew he probably wouldn’t like it. I chewed my lip, deciding which movie would be least offensive to a guy like Cain. I really didn’t know what he liked. Well, in terms of music and movies, anyway. I definitely knew some things he liked, I thought with a blush.

“Kelly.”

I looked at him.

“I want to watch what you like. I don’t care what it is. I want to watch it with you because you like it. I want to learn what makes that brain of yours tick.”

“Are you sure?”

“Which one are you the most excited to see?”

“It’s about a futuristic society where people have to battle to the death for basic human rights. A bunch of teens get together and overthrow the government. Well, that happens in book two. Oh, and there’s a sexy bad guy who falls for the lead rebel girl.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“I read it when I was in high school. It’s probably kind of stupid if you’re over eighteen. I’ve been waiting to go see it in the theaters.”

He leaned back and crossed his legs.

“It doesn’t sound stupid. It sounds interesting.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “I like bad guys.”

“Okay, if you’re really sure . . .”

“I am.”

I sighed and clicked Purchase. It was freaking eighteen bucks a movie! I stared as the screen flashed the receipt, wide-eyed.

“Oh, my God.”

“Don’t, Kelly.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t worry about it. I can afford it.”

He really did seem to know what I was thinking. He rubbed his knuckle over my cheek and kissed me softly. I swear I felt a tingle all the way to my toes.

“Now, let’s eat.”

I nodded happily and filled a plate with somehow still magically warm French fries and a quarter of a club sandwich. I grabbed some pickles and spooned out a plop of mayo for my fries. I noticed Cain did the same thing.

“You like mayo on your fries?”

He shrugged.

“I’m not sure. I want to try it. I told you, I want to know everything about you.”

I was fighting back a grin as the opening credits started to roll.

Chapter Nineteen

Cain

“Woman . . . don’t.”

Kelly was trailing her fingers over my stomach, curled into my side as the movie credits rolled. She’d been glued to the screen the entire time. And now, she was glued to me.

“Don’t what?”

“Please, Kell. You are going to make this even harder for me.”

She giggled and glanced up at me.

“Harder?”

She knows what she was doing to me, the minx!

“Yes.” I caught her hand and held it away from my body. “I’m already in pain, sweetheart.”

“You are?”

She looked sad so I kissed her wrist. Even that sent a hot spike of lust through me. I set her hand down on her hip and turned to her.

“Baby girl, being around you is torture when I can’t . . .”

She looked up at me innocently.

“Fuck me?”

I swallowed, feeling my cock swell even larger.

“Christ. Yes. When I can’t fuck you, you bad girl.”

“Who says you can’t fuck me?”

“I do. I can’t risk hurting you. It’s been less than thirty hours since we started this.”

She pouted and then fluttered her eyelashes at me.

“I believe you said bad girls got a spanking.”

I moaned at the thought of paddling her juicy bottom till it was pink.

“I did,” I growled at her.

“So?” She slid her hand over my belly again, brushing it dangerously close to my raging hard-on. “I’m being bad, aren’t I?”

With a curse, I yanked her over my lap. She wiggled around, making my cock lurch as her breasts rubbed against it. I pulled her sleep shorts down and stared at her round perfect ass. Then I lifted my hand and slapped it.

I groaned as it jiggled. I stroked the soft skin before I lifted my hand again and brought it down. She let out a gasp. I grinned without humor and smacked her ass again. This time, she let out a squeal.

“Cain!”

“You didn’t think I would really do it, did you?”

“I didn’t think you would do it so hard!”

I smacked her again then spent some time kneading and soothing her red cheeks with my hands. The truth was, I wanted to bite her ass. Kiss it. Then spank it again.

Then I wanted to sink my dick into her. Anywhere would do. Her perfect pussy or between the high round globes of her ass cheeks. But she was almost completely innocent. Kelly was barely a woman and I couldn’t just do whatever I wanted.

“Please let me suck your dick?” She was staring up at me over her shoulder, a pleading look in her eyes. She was being a very bad girl. Letting her suck on my cock would be torture. There was no way she’d be able to finish me off, and I’d be in worse shape than I was now. And I was already on my way to a serious case of blue balls. “I’m a grown woman. It really is a skill I should have.”