HARDCORE: Storm MC(125)

“Yeah, but even without the Barros, Gaspar's a sick, crazy son of a bitch,” Cain pointed out. “What if we do this and he's still ready to go to war?”



“With what? Some pistols, and maybe a couple of machine guns? Christina says they've got stuff stashed at the motel that you wouldn't believe—they've even got grenade launchers. Once those things are in our hands instead, Gaspar would be a moron to think he could still win. And if he does, fuck it, we'll just ride into Braintree and burn down his whole operation.”



Missy could see that Cain was still hesitant, so she pressed on. “Cain, we have a window of opportunity here, but it's small and it'll get smaller the longer we wait. We need to strike now and strike hard, before it's too late. The only alternative is to run off and let Gaspar take the town, and even if Hunter were willing to do that—and you know he isn't—I'm pretty sure you couldn't. Not when you still need to pay those fuckers back for what they did to you.”



Cain smirked. “You thought of it all, huh?”



“Well, someone recently told me that I have an answer for everything, so...”



“Okay,” Cain continued, “so answer this one. Now that there's a plan to wipe these bastards out, do you really think I'm going to sit it out on this couch, popping pain pills and watching TV?”



Missy sighed. “No. I know you'll want to be part of it. But you know that's Hunter's decision, not yours.”



“Bullshit!” he exclaimed. “When this goes down, he's going to need every Eagle he's got...!”



Missy leaned forward, gently laying a fingertip against Cain's lips. “Shhh. I know how badly you need to do this. I know how tough you are, even with a broken arm and busted ribs. You don't need to prove anything to me.”



Cain took her hand in his, slowly pulling it away from his lips. Then he pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply, with the intensity of a man who'd found water in the desert after almost dying of thirst. She let herself sink into him, returning his kiss as she pressed her body against his. He inhaled sharply, and she remembered how much of him was still sore.



“Do you want your pills?” Missy asked, reaching for them.



Cain stopped her, shaking his head. “I want to feel every moment of this.”



Missy nodded, kissed him again, and went to the window to close the curtain in case any of the Eagles happened to peer in. Then she returned to the couch and pulled Cain's shirt off, brushing her fingertips over his muscular chest lightly. She relished the sight of goosebumps rising on his skin at her touch.



“Tease,” he smirked.



“Yup,” she replied playfully.



She leaned over and planted a kiss on the side of Cain's neck, followed by another, and another, her lips tracing a line down his torso until she reached the area just below his navel. As she did, she felt Cain's hand tenderly stroking her neck and ear. His fingers were rough and calloused, but the way he petted her was surprisingly delicate. A shiver of happiness traveled down her spine.



She undid Cain's jeans, pulling them off him to reveal his stiffening cock. Her entire body felt jittery with desire. It seemed like the first two times with Cain had just happened before either of them had realized what they were doing, but this time was different. This time, it seemed like something they'd both considered and decided on anyway, albeit separately.



This time, it meant so much more.



Missy removed a condom from her own pocket and pulled down her jeans and panties, kicking them aside. She looked at Cain's face, savoring the desire she saw there as she bent down and slowly rolled the sheath down the length of his penis. She could feel its warmth even through the latex, and she felt a blossom of joy in her belly at how he burned for her touch.



She positioned herself on top of him carefully, putting her hands on his broad shoulders. He tilted his head back and she kissed him again as she lowered herself onto him, feeling him push inside of her once more. Her labia tightened around him instinctively, hugging his shaft as their tongues traced patterns against each other.



Their moans mingled in their throats. She squeezed his deltoids, digging her nails into his flesh before she could stop herself.



He gasped again and she pulled away for a moment, looking at him apprehensively. She could see a sharp edge of pain gleaming in the corners of his eyes. “Are you okay? Do you need me to slow down, or...?”



Cain shook his head, pulling her close again. “Don't stop. It's worth it.”



As they thrusted against each other, Missy tilted her pelvis slightly so that his cock rubbed against her clit with each push. He filled her completely as he pressed himself into her, like a runaway train barreling through a tunnel, riding a forceful wave of momentum that was too powerful to slow down or stop until it came to a rest on its own.