Her long hair was in a low ponytail, and she ran her fingers over the end of the strands that reached her hip. Tonight they were going to a steakhouse in Chatham View, just the two of them, going on a first date, and she was nervous and excited. But in the time she had been with Cain, like really been with him and not had to hide how she felt, things had progressed pleasantly and smoothly. When she’d told Fallina, she’d feared what her friend would say and how she’d react. But Fallina was the type of person that knew if someone was happy, no matter how that came about, she supported them. She was a kind and gentle soul, and even though she’d been through hell with Carl and the attack, she didn’t let anyone or anything hold her back.
Violet finished getting ready just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Her heart thundered, and although she’d known Cain for so long, and had been sexually involved with him already, she was so nervous. It felt like she was going on a date with a man she didn’t know, a man that could be anyone. But she knew Cain, was aware of the type of man he was, and she loved him more because of it.
Violet went downstairs, opened the door, and stared at Cain. He wasn’t wearing a suit or tie, but she hadn’t expected him to. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe. He wore black, scuffed boots, loose fitting denim jeans, and a white t-shirt. Of course he wore his Brothers of Menace leather cut, and damn did he look good in it. His dark hair had gotten a trim, but it was still longer and brushed his ears. It was slightly messy, with slight greying in the sides, but with his older, hardened look, it matched him perfectly. He removed his sunglasses, and the gleaming metal of his Harley behind him caught the light. She lifted a brow, but smiled.
“Glad you wore pants,” he said and smiled. He pulled her in for a hug before she knew he was even moving, and the sound of him inhaling close to her hair filled her head. “You smell so fucking good,” he said right by her ear. “Your hair always smells like strawberries.” He pulled her closer to his body, and she felt the outline of his muscles press against her softness. “I fucking love strawberries, with whipped cream, maybe some chocolate, and you covered in all of that.”
“Let’s forget dinner, just stay inside and order Chinese, and roll around in the bed naked.” She smiled even though he couldn’t see her.
“Don’t tempt me, baby, because right now that idea sounds pretty damn good.” He pulled back, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her hard. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, fucked her with his tongue slow and steady, but then he grew more possessive, more frantic.
Her back met the wall in her foyer, and she moaned into his mouth. Their tongues slid along each other, and she knew if she didn’t stop this now she would beg him to take her to her room and fuck her. She knew they had a date planed, but all she could think about was being with Cain naked, sweaty, and moaning out his name. Slipping her hands between their bodies, she started tugging on his belt, but faster than she anticipated he stopped her from going any further. He pulled away, his warm, minty breath coasting over her lips.
“Don’t stop, Cain.” Even she could hear how needy she sounded. He looked down at her, his gaze on her lips and his erection pressed against her belly.
“If we don’t stop I’m liable to take you right here and forget about our date.” He stared at her, leaned down and kissed her softly. “And I don’t want to do that, baby.” He said the words, yet she could hear the heat and arousal laced with them.
She slid her hands up his tattooed arms, and stopping at his biceps, she gave him a light squeeze. “I want this, want you.” She moved an inch closer until her breasts were pressed against his hard chest. Violet noticed the way his breathing changed to a faster, labored pace. “I want your big cock inside of me. I want you to make everything else go away except you and me.”
He closed his eyes and groaned, but didn’t respond verbally. Then he cupped her face and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. “I want you, Violet.” He murmured against her lips, “But let me wine and dine you, sweetheart.” He pulled back but kept his eyes locked on hers. “You have no fucking clue how much I want this right now.” To solidify his words he gripped her wrist in his hand and moved it between their bodies so her palm was flat on his cock. He was hard, and it was all for her. Feeling for his zipper with her fingers, she slowly pulled it down.
Slipping her hand through the fly and through his boxer briefs, she felt her eyes widen as she looked into his face. He was big in her palm, hot and hard. She whispered, “I know, Cain.” She ran her thumb over the piercing. “I want you so much, too.” But she didn’t let go of the little piece of metal that adorned the tip of his dick. When she wrapped her fingers around him, she was pleasantly surprised the tips didn’t touch. His chest rose and fell fast and hard, and he lifted his arm and placed his hand on the wall beside her head. The wetness that coated her panties caused the material to press against her pussy, rubbing along her folds and teasing her clit.