“I was a serious rider, but women, they were everywhere and so was Janine. I thought it was love. And so, I married her. As a bronc rider, you’re competing against many of the same guys, so seeing her talk to other men, I just thought she was being friendly. I’m not the jealous type. I trustedher, well, sort of,” Caine murmurs softly. “We rented a hotel room for the night. I was out late with some other guys, and when I got to our room, well…” Caine trails off and shrugs.
“She cheated, and you swore off women?” I ask, trying to keep calm. Jesus!
But I mean, that’s kind of extreme. I was just cheated on, but I’m not about to cut all men out of my life. The idea is ludicrous. Not all men are Cody.
“It was everything that happened after that. It jaded me. She broke something inside me,” he replies quietly.
He must need comfort or something because he pulls me into his arms and holds me close. Caine kisses my temple then begins combing his fingers through my hair again.
I caress his arm and kiss his biceps.
“What happened after?” I’m curious, but I’m not sure I want to know.
“She got pregnant,” he says. “I had to get a court order to force a paternity test. I wore condoms, even after we were married. I wasn’t ready to be a dad, and I think deep down, I knew she wasn’t in it, you know?” he adds. “We battled it out in court, and I was finally able to force the test. The baby wasn’t mine. Worse, she didn’t know who the father was.”
My heart clenches for that child. “What happened to the baby?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. She’d be a teenager now. I lost track of Janine after that. She stopped going to rodeos. She was pregnant, so getting anyone to sleep with her was pretty much impossible,” he explains. “The whole thing just hurt. It was one thing when I thought it was just the one time, but then I found out it had been going on since the beginning. And the kid, what she did, I just lost all ability to trust.”
“How old were you?”
“I married her at twenty-five. We were married for two years when I learned of the infidelity. Took three years to divorce her. I was almost thirty when all was said and done, and I was just not about to get involved again,” he says with a sigh.
“You’re a very black and white thinker, aren’t you?”
I find myself tracing the ridge of his pectoral muscles along his chest, drawing a line up to his shoulder and over to his biceps.
“I guess sometimes. But I think it was a bitterness I couldn’t let go of,” he replies, then yawns. “I need to shower.”
“Oh,” I say, a little… no… I’m a lot sad he isn’t sleeping in my bed with me tonight.
“You should use the restroom, then hop in the shower with me. We can sleep in my bed since I pretty much stunk up the sheets here.” Caine sits up and stands. I can’t help but grin when he smiles down at me,extending his hand to me. “Come on, sweet girl.”
I use the powder room off the kitchen while Caine warms up the shower in the other bathroom. I’m tired; my body is sore.
When I stand under the warm rain shower, Caine massages my body with shower gel. I close my eyes as the water washes away the soap and feel tingles when Caine cups my breasts, lightly raining kisses down my spine.
“Bend over,” he coaxes, his voice rough as he lightly pushes my back, forcing me to bend forward.
And then his mouth is there. And fuck if my legs can barely hold me up. I shut my eyes and silently thank Raquel for getting me that Brazilian while I was in Austin. Because Caine’s face is literally in my ass as his tongue licks my clit.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans. “Has anyone fucked you here?” he asks before sliding a finger into my ass.
“Nn—no,” I stammer as my knees buckle.
I almost collapse to the ground, but Caine catches me. He turns me around and I straddle him, the two of us on the floor of his shower. I grab his dick and really look at him. My eyes widen as I take him in. That fit inside me? No wonder it felt so amazing.
“That’s it,” Caine murmurs softly as I slowly lower down on his cock.
My nipples harden as he fills me, the walls of my pussy pulsing already.
Everything feels heightened, my skin, my fingers as his dick bottoms out.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. “You okay, sweet girl?”
My body shudders when he bites my nipple, rolling the other with his fingers. I begin rolling my hips. My breath quickening. I’m lost in him, the way my body feels. Every kiss, every lick and every bite, he sets my body on fire.
“Caine!” I cry out as the current inside me begins to rise, higher and higher.
