Mikayla gets on her tiptoes and hugs my mom back. They hold each other for a beat, and I smile because I know how much that one act will affect her. She needs affection like that. Something I can’t give her. I’m just grateful she’s getting some of it from my mom.
As we gather in the kitchen, I introduce Mikayla and Jack to my family. Jack seamlessly integrates with everyone; his easy nature and jovial personality draws everyone in.
But Mikayla is withdrawn, quiet. She smiles and hugs everyone, but I can see that it doesn’t reach her eyes. When she excuses herself to use the restroom, naturally, I follow her.
She’s withdrawn, sad, and not talking to me. Knowing that Mikayla’s a flight risk, I have to deal with this now.
I catch the door before she closes it and lock it behind me.
“Caine!” she whisper-yells, scolding me for entering.
I roll my eyes. We both know she came in here to hide. Shedoesn’t need privacy, and I won’t be deterred.
“You’re still upset,” I say as I stalk toward her. She walks backward, trying to get away from me. But I shake my head, no no no.
Mikayla frowns but doesn’t say anything as I corner her. The sadness in her eyes, the glistening of unshed tears, stirs something in me, only solidifying my resolve that I’m doing the right thing. She needs to be reminded. She needs to be forced out of her own head.
I push her against the wall and haul her up, my hands holding her ass as her legs wrap around me.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes wide as she tries to wiggle away.
I haven’t touched her all day. And I know why. It’s this fucking wall she’s putting up because she’s all of a sudden freaked out because I’m wealthy but fuck that. No way! I’m not gonna sit back and watch her push me away.
Mikayla will bail at the first opportunity if I don’t show her that I love her. In fact, she’ll convince herself that she’s not loved and will bolt. So no, I’m not gonna put her down.
I give myself just enough space to unclasp my belt. I’m hard. I want her and she needs me. I unzip my pants and pull them down below my ass.
“I’m fucking my girlfriend,” I growl, pulling her panties to the side.
“Oh my God,” she moans. My thumb glides over her clit, drawing little circles around it.
“You need to be reminded who I am,” I tell her, lining my cock at her wet pussy.
“Remind me?” she asks, and her voice hitches as I slide inside her.
My eyes close as I feel her pull me in, squeezing me, and, fuck, it feels so good.
“Yes,” I groan as I press her against the wall. “You know who I am,” I grunt as I thrust inside her. “Feel me. Know me!” I demand, my voice low, harsh. “None of that shit matters,” I say as I pull back and thrust forward.
“Caine!” Mikayla cries out. “But…”
“No, no buts,” I growl.
I kiss her, my tongue dancing with hers when her lips part, inviting me in. Her mind might be fighting me, but her body knows.
“I’m still me. Nothing’s changed, baby.” Mikayla’s pussy gets wetter at my words, and I thrust into her again and again.
“Feel that?” I grunt. God, she feels good.
“Yes!” Mikayla cries, her arms wrapped tightly around me as I fuck her.
Her fingers delve into my hair, her nails gliding over my scalp,sending shock waves straight to my cock.
“You belong to me,” I tell her, thrusting again, feeling her heat, her desire.
“Yes!”
“You want me!” I groan, slamming her against the wall.
