“Cain.” I gasp in need. He grins, swipes his tongue along my pussy and flicks at my clit. He repeats the same action over and over until my knees buckle, and he flattens the other hand over my stomach, holding me to the counter. He hums his approval, the vibration fluttering across my inner thigh. My head lolls back, and he begins again, one long lick followed by a precise flick that has my heart jerking in my chest. I anticipate the burst of pleasure to pop behind my breastbone when the hard flick comes, but instead, his teeth drag over my flesh, and I cry out, gripping his hair. He drives his tongue deep and fucks me with flat, wide strokes until I’m climaxing against his mouth. Cain laps it up, groaning and holding me still as he devours me with soft, open kisses.
“More,” I whimper. It’s something I have missed as much as I have his presence. That tiny gap in time where he brings me so much pleasure I can’t breathe for trying.
“Missed me?” He hums, his tone teasing. He licks and gently bites until I’m quivering and rocking my hips. He stands quickly, ignoring my whine, but instead slants his wet mouth over mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to taste what has kept him on his knees for this length of time. His eyes are alight with bright desire. “Words, Lauren.”
He shakes his suit jacket off, leaving it to plop on the ground, and then he is yanking at his belt and hoisting my dress up and staring at my bare skin.
“Goddam, you’re weeping. Lauren. Words,” he demands, his movements jerky and rushed.
“Take me home. Take me.”
“Yes, fuck.” Cain shoves the material of my dress into my hands and grips my hips to lift me up, and then he is there, pressing the wide crown of his cock against my pussy. “Always resisting me,” he huffs.
“It’s because you're a big prick,” I mewl as he applies pressure, and my body succumbs to the intrusion. Fire crackles, sparking and spreading over my skin, an intense swarm of emotion buzzing between us. Cain groans, dropping to watch as my body resists whilst pulling him in, slowly, inch by inch. His mouth drops open, and his eyes burn like a blue flame.
“I’myourprick. I love you,” he sighs, sliding deeply and right to the hilt with a sharp twist of his hips. We moan in relief. The physical ache is soothed, and our lost hearts are reconnected.
I cup his face and urge his eyes up. “I love you,” I gasp as he gently thrusts in and out. He leans to rest his forehead against mine.
“Welcome home, pretty girl.”
“Don’t ruin the moment.” I fight a smile, and his full lips twist into an intimate smile, swivelling and sliding back in so my mouth pops open in a silent moan.
“This is home. You. Me. Us.” Love radiates from his eyes—big hands hold me still, and the sense of calm and safety I feel only adds to the desire coursing through me. “I just need you.”
Cain grunts, pumping in and out in languid strokes. Heavy but soft swirls of pleasure roll through my body, sliding like hot oil until all of my skin is coated in the sensation. “Me and you, pretty girl. I don’t care where we are or who we are with. It’s just me and you. It’s home.”
My eyes water and I drop to kiss his mouth, swirling my tongue in at the same pace he is setting between my thighs. “Home,” I agree.
Cain wraps his arms around me, anchoring me to his chest, sliding to grip a handful of hair as he rocks us both to a long, slow orgasm. I cry out, holding him close, tilting my hips as he settles himself deeply, murmuring into my mouth, whispering at how good I feel. Our skin is damp, our eyes heavy, and his mouth latches to mine to kiss me into the most blissful comedown. He kisses me long after he has slipped out, long after I feel tears of joy slip free and coat my cheeks, tears he kisses away.
“Is there time to pull out of the sale?” I wonder. He doesn’t need to do this for me. I’m coming home. The farm isn’t necessary.
“I like the farm. Don’t you want it?” He shifts to sort himself out, zipping his trousers and moving back in as he tugs my dress to cover me. I rest my arms on his shoulder and link my fingers behind his neck.
“It’s stunning, but I'm coming home. I don't want it to be wasted money.” I worry, but I will be sad to see it go. It’s a gorgeous location, and the thought of bringing families together and being part of so many special moments in this picturesque setting gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling. A feeling Cain gives me.
Rural wedding venues are a dime a dozen, but I'd like to think I could bring something new to the table. An intimate, luxury family wedding retreat. It’s the kind of place I would want to secure myself to this man, to watch as he slides a thick band of love on my finger, with one of his devious and knowing grins I adore, before he loves me with a sweet kiss.
“You don’t need to be based here. You can work from London and commute when needed. Lauren, this place will flourish under you. Let me do this for you. It’s not wasted, not when it makes your eyes fire up with ideas like they are now.”
“They are not.” I pout, and Cain ducks to kiss me.
He laughs. “Oh, they are. You are already picturing how it will look.” He turns me so we are staring out over the manicured lawns and the small fountain spraying water in the pond. “You can more than do this. It’s a business, so delegate and give your unique touch to it. People love you, Lauren.Ilove you. Lindel Farm is the beginning of our new life.”
When he puts it like that, it’s hard not to be romanced by the beauty of the surroundings and the future we can build together.
“Can we look around properly?” I ask, resting my chin on his forearm.
“We can. Let’s eat, then we can look around and collect some things from your parents before we head back to the city.”
Chapter38
Cain
Lauren relaxes in the seat as we cruise through London. She is smiling as she looks out of the window, and I can't pull my eyes away from the sense of peace she is radiating. I feel it too, pretty girl. Reaching for her hand, I secure it in mine and rest it on my thigh.
I fucking feel it too, right down to the dark corner of my heart that bled for so long.