My stomach and chest are clenching forcefully, but now I really don’t give a shit if the tequila spills or not. I want him.
He does this move one more time. I lift my head and see him bend down and retrieve a condom from the pocket of his jeans. He tears it open with determination and rolls it on, fire shooting from his eyes into mine.
I’m starting to shake. The bastard has a smug look on his face. He knows he’s getting to me.
“I swear to God, if you don’t take that shot glass off of me now, you’re going to sit right there and watch me finger fuck myself!” I screech.
“Don’t tempt me. I would enjoy it.”
Before he can reach the glass, I snatch it up my own damn self and drain it.
“It seems there needs to be some order in this courtroom,” he says huskily. “Someone doesn’t want to listen to the judge.”
“Yeah, well, I’m the lawyer who’s fucking the judge!”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Not yet, you’re not.”
“Cocky bastard.”
He shifts his body slightly, fiddling with something under the bar. All of a sudden the room explodes as the sound of an electric guitar comes out of the speakers directly above us. The deep voice of the lead singer of Foghat fills the room as he sings the opening lines to ‘I Just Wanna Make Love to You.’
The song is instantly recognizable to my ears.
I’m thrown back to years ago when we would listen to music like this, ear buds in our ears as we rode down the highway on the back of his bike. Cain used to sing this song to me, along with so many others.
He pulls my body towards him, his dick perfectly lined up with my entrance.
“The judge calls a recess while he sees the lead defense attorney in his chambers.”
Then he drives his dick straight in, slamming it up against my walls. My ass comes off of the bar as I revel in the wonderfully full sensation.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, stroking slowly.
I can hear my pulse strumming in my ears along with the erotic music as I watch him watching himself move inside of me. He continues to slide in and out at his slow pace, taking me higher and higher until I feel my back arching with my impending orgasm.
“Oh!”
I gasp when he suddenly slams in hard, stretching me even farther.
“You look like a dark haired goddess on top of this bar. I love seeing your body flushed, the scent of your pussy and the sweat between your breasts mixing with the oxygen filling my lungs. Hearing you groan and pant as my dick makes you come. I love you so damn much, Calla. Now hang on, because I need to pound this pussy. I want to own it. Consume it. Drive you crazy until you come for me one more time.”
That speech may have just stopped me from breathing for a bit, but oh my hell, he feels so good. One hand grips tight onto the edge of the bar while the other hand moves over one of my breasts, rubbing hard and fast across my nipple.
“So beautiful,” he moans. “Get there, sweetheart.”
His pounding is persistent, moving as fast as the hard strokes of the guitar blaring in our ears. I can’t help myself. I bow up, digging into the wood of the bar with my nails, I’m holding on so tightly. Cain shifts back and stills. His dick twitches and I feel the warmth of his release penetrate through the thin layer of the condom. We come together, just the way it should be.
He jumps down and pulls off the condom, looking up at me with a gleam in his eye.
“This trial has been reconvened until tomorrow morning because the judge will be in his chambers all day!”
Chapter Seventeen
Cain
I’m sitting on my deck grilling chicken for dinner and sipping on a beer while I listen in envy as Manny tells me about the M-24 sniper weapons he lifted from a fucking pawn shop, of all places.
“Shit. You better not get your ass caught. You driving them to New York?” I ask, flipping the chicken.
I stick my phone between my chin and shoulder to free my hands and listen as Manny scoffs at the thought that he would ever be that stupid. I close the grill and take a long pull of my beer, catching sight of Calla in the kitchen doing her thing. I watch her thoughtfully for a moment.
“You know, Calla told me earlier her dad would help get us out of here. We should come with.”
The more I think about what she said today, the more I want to get the hell out of here. We’d be safer at Salvatore’s house than anywhere else.
“Tomorrow it is, then. I’ll call John. You know his ass will want to come. Cecily, too. All right, buddy. Watch your back. Later.”
I hang up and call John. We talk for a few minutes about tomorrow. My instincts were right. He wants to come with us, which is fine by me. I’m sure Calla will love having time with both of her parents, as well as getting to know Salvatore better. He can talk to her while she’s there.
You wouldn’t think we would need protection from someone as dumb as Emerald, but the truth is, she isn’t dumb at all. She’s played me for a damn fool. I don’t trust her or whoever it is she is working with not to somehow follow us.
I toss my phone onto the small table by the door and walk into the house, stopping dead in my tracks when I see Calla standing at the stove naked, stirring whatever she’s making with one hand while texting someone with the other from the phone I returned to her the other day. I have the notion to both slap her ass and claim it at the same time.
“Are you my dessert?”
She jumps, the wooden spoon and phone falling from her hands onto the floor.
“God, you ass! You scared me!” she shrieks, placing her hand over her heart.
“Sorry, not sorry, babe.”
She bends down, her plump ass going up in the air, right along with my rigid cock.
There’s my dinner right there. No way am I eating this chicken, not when I have the damn gourmet special staring me in the face.
Slipping back through the slider, I cut off the grill. Let it burn; I don’t care. That ass is mine!
“Stop!” she laughs when my arms come around her and my hands palm her naked breasts.
“Put the spoon down.”
“No, I’m starving. And I’m talking to Mrs. Henry. She has all my things packed up. Dad’s going to get them tonight.”
“Give me the spoon. And say thank you to Mrs. Henry.”
Fuck. I’m so damn turned on I don’t even recognize my own voice. I’ve never had the desire to fuck someone’s ass before. Hell, I’ve never had the desire to screw anyone but her, ever. The other women were completely erased from my mind the minute I laid eyes on her again.
I press my dick into her backside and she gasps.
“Oh!”
“‘Oh’ is right. Why are you naked?”
She places the phone and the spoon down on the counter, then reaches for the knob on the stove and turns it off. I squeeze her breasts one more time and swipe my hand up her neck, pushing her hair off to the side to kiss her sweet spot.
“I’m hot,” she says finally.
“I agree,” I say mischievously, making her gasp again when I pinch her nipple. “So tell me the real reason why you’re standing in the kitchen naked?”
“I want you.”
Thank Christ the window in the kitchen is high enough that no one can see her. She’s just as sinful as I am. This playfulness is the way it should be, doing whatever we want to each other whenever we want. I lightly bite into her neck.
“I want your ass. Do you trust me?”
“I do. I mean, I trust you, but I guess I’ve never thought about doing that before.”
She starts to rub her ass up against my dick.
“I’ve never done it before, either. But fuck, I want to with you. We don’t have to; I can just make love to you. But you’re naked and standing in our kitchen. You knew exactly what I would do when I saw you, so I know you want it just as bad as I do. You just tell me how.”