Chapter Thirty-One
Caine
I hold her, my nose taking in the floral scent of her hair as her hands glide over my chest. This is all I want. It’s all I need. My hand moves up and down her back as she cuddles against me.
“What’s the plan with Jason?” Mikayla pushes herself up to look at me, her hair flowingdown her back and shoulders onto my chest.
“He said he wants help. Sawyer can’t stay there with him. The place isn’t livable. I’m gonna get a house cleaner to fix their place up,” I explain. “Then help him break the lease.”
Mikayla sits up. I can see from the look on her face that she’s uncomfortable about something, if the frown on her face is any indication. But the ultimate distraction is literally right at eye level. Her perfect round breasts, her nipples hard, milky smooth skin. My dick stirs, though I know I’ll need another thirty minutes to really get hard again. They are neither big, but not small, just—perfect. She’s beautiful.
“If you want to have a serious conversation, you’re gonna have to put those away,” I suggest as I reach for her breasts. But she swats my hand away and huffs.
Leaning back against my pillow, I watch her swing her legs over the side of the bed and saunter to her shirt and shorts that I threw to the floor.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” I groan when she bends over, giving me the perfect glimpse of her wet pussy and ass.
“I may as well go to the bathroom,” she says before walking to the door.
“Sweetheart!” I holler before she opens the door. “Clothes. Remember, we have guests!” I remind her.
A little hand smacks her forehead as she rolls her eyes. She quickly pulls on her clothes, but I frown as she leaves. Her nipples arevisible through the fabric of her top, and her ass cheeks are precariously close to the bottom of those shorts.
A growl escapes me when I see Jason walk by her, his head turning to look over his shoulder as she walks away and then into the bathroom.
“How the fuck did an old man like you get a woman like that?” he asks with raised brows; his thumb pointed over his shoulder. “Her ass alone…”
“I have no problem throwing you out.” I interrupt, my jaw clenching at his words.
“I’m just saying…” he says with a smirk. “When you’re…”
I jump out of bed, not caring that all I’m wearing are my boxer briefs, and grab him by the collar of his shirt, pinning him against the wall.
Wide, shocked eyes meet mine as he looks at me. He doesn’t fight back; he just looks at me, stiff and terrified. I step back, releasing him. Horrified at myself and shocked at his reaction.
Fear.
“They beat you?” I ask, and he shuts his eyes, his head dropping down. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You hate me,” he accuses, his hands now wiping at his face as tears streamdown his cheeks. “Why would you have helped me?”
“I didn’t hate you. And I don’t now. I’m pissed you threw your career away over pussy and booze,” I argue, lifting my arm toward the door as though his future is just outside it.
“I never had money before. All that attention and… I don’t know…” he shakes his head as he tries to explain, his voice hitches as he slams his head against the wall before sliding down it to the ground.
I turn at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Mikayla walks out and looks at me, then Jason, who is cradling his head in his hands, his knees drawn up to his chest.
She gives me a kind smile and tilts her head toward the living room. She turns around and walks away, giving me and Jason time to talk.
Jason isn’t wrong; her ass is perfect. But it’s mine, and he doesn’t have my permission to enjoy that particular view.
“How’d you do it?” Jason asks.
My brows draw and I frown. “How’d I do what?”
“Not let it ruin your life?”
I sigh and walk to my wardrobe. This conversation requires clothes. Once I’m dressed in a pair of sweatpants, I walk over to him and sit beside him on the floor. “Booze wasn’t my problem, and I won’t compare our situation, but Jason, have you ever wondered why I was single for so long?”
