Counting on Cayne (Hallow River Book 1) (9 page)

My pulse was racing, my
body was heated, and my breath came in short ragged gasps. I threw my head back
and moaned with loud abandon. He flicked his tongue and licked me up and down
in long strokes. I whimpered and moaned, rocking my hips as he licked me
rougher and faster. His fingers gripped me tighter, moving up to my ass. He pressed
his face against me, his whole mouth sucking and massaging me until I felt an incredible
burst of hot tingling rapture that made me scream with a force that emptied my
lungs and echoed from the bare walls. My entire body throbbed and convulsed with
a powerful electric pulse. My back arched, and I screamed again with a final
swell of orgasmic frenzy that left me panting and gasping for breath.

I got down on my knees
and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. I pushed his shoulders onto the
floor until he was lying flat and hurriedly unbuttoned and tore his jeans from
his body. I pulled his boxers down roughly over his hips, revealing his
impressive erection. I bent low and wrapped my lips around his dick, sucking
and stroking the tip with my tongue.

“Oh, Brinley,” he
moaned. His breathing quickened. “Oh, baby. Oh god, yes.” He held the back of
my head as I sucked on him. “I want to make you come again. Get on up and ride
me, baby.”

I sucked him once more,
long and hard, and then sat up and straddled his hips. I took his full massive
length inside me. He groaned powerfully. I rocked on top of him while he
reached up and grabbed my bouncing breasts. I rocked even harder, my thighs
banging onto his hips as he moaned and grunted. My knees ground into the floor.
He grasped my waist tightly and lifted and thrust his pelvis beneath me.  I was
getting dangerously close to another orgasm. I panted and gripped his strong
sinewy arms.

My mind went blank except
for the sensation of him deep inside me. Our bodies moved together in perfect
rhythm. He groaned again with a raspy growl. I was gasping and sweating with
the intensity of movement, grinding on top of him with an uncontrolled
ferocity. We cried out together into the candlelit darkness, coming as one in a
shiver of absolute pleasure. I felt him pulse and release inside of me with a
final guttural shout.

The room was silent but
for our heavy breathing. I lifted myself from him and felt a sticky wetness
slide pleasingly down my thighs. We both lay naked and spent on the floor, our
hands reaching across the space between us and joining tenderly. I turned my
head and found him staring back at me. Words were unnecessary in that moment.
Our eyes said everything.

***

A light rainstorm had
left the streets shimmering and the air thick with moisture when Cayne dropped
me off later that night. The full moon reflected off of the glistening asphalt,
and trees dripped softly onto lawns. My skin still tingled, and my body faintly
quivered with the memory of his embrace and the echoes of satisfied desire. He
drove with one hand on the wheel and the other clutching my naked thigh.

He stopped at the curb.
We looked at each other in the glow of reflected moonlight. The house was
silent and dark.

“Here we are,” he said
with a playful slap of my leg. “I almost forgot. I got a call from a shop over
in Raleigh. They have the part that I need for your car, so I sent one of the
guys over to pick it up. Should be here by tomorrow afternoon. If you want to
drop the car off at the shop on your way to work in the morning, I can take care
of it for you.”

“Sure, that sounds
great,” I said drowsily.

“One other thing,
though. I got a weird call from somebody in New York.” My brain perked up. “He
didn’t say who he was. He asked about the car. And then he asked about you.”

“Me?” My heartbeat
quickened. His eyes were steady on mine.

“Yeah. He asked if you
owned the car. I said, ‘How do you know Brinley?’ He didn’t answer. He just
hung up. Do you have any idea what that was about?”

Cayne looked out through
the windshield at the rainy streets. I stared at his perfect profile while my
stomach did flips.

“No.” I swallowed hard.
“No, I don’t.” Cayne lasered his gaze in my direction. My brain was screaming
at me to tell him the truth, right then and there.  Maybe if I had, I could
have avoided all the pain that was to come.

 “Ok, then.” He nodded
thoughtfully. I leaned over and kissed him. He held the side of my face in his
palm and kissed me gently in return.

“Goodnight, Cayne,” I
whispered as I stepped out into the night and watched him drive away.

Fifteen minutes later, I
packed a few key belongings into my suitcase and stowed it under the bed.
It’s
only a precaution
, I told myself.
If I need to run, I’ll be ready.

My conversation with
Aunt Lu replayed in my mind. I had promised to stand firm if Granton found me.
Images of Cayne tied my heart in knots. There was no way I would be able to
leave him, not now. In the few days that we had spent together since my return
to Hallow River, I was already certain that he had become an essential and irreplaceable
part of my life.

But the terror pounding
in my temples overwhelmed my reason and all other emotions. In that moment, all
I knew was fear.

The auto shop was busy
when I arrived the next morning. I parked on the gravel drive and scanned the
premises for any sign of Cayne. The heat settled like a blanket around me in
the high southern summer. I plucked uncomfortably at the collar of my waitress
uniform and fanned the skirt around my legs in a futile attempt at relief.

A burst of giggles
sounded on my left. I turned to see Cayne’s broad shoulders and sculpted back
leaning under the hood of a very familiar cherry red pickup. Mindy Lowder
leaned at his side, her hips angled toward him. Her voluptuous breasts,
stretching the seams of a flimsy purple tank top, rested on the crook of his
elbow. Cutoff jean shorts barely covered her crotch, nearly giving a view of
her ass through the border of scraggly threads.

Cayne flashed her the
gorgeous dimpled smirk that I knew so well. She perched flirtatiously on one
foot and twirled a lock of honey blonde hair around her finger. As I walked
closer, I caught a snippet of their conversation.

“Caaaayyyyyyne,” she
crooned in an exaggerated baby voice. She arced one long red fingernail down his
bicep. “Where have you been hiding? You haven’t come by to see your little
Mindy lately.” She flipped her hair over one sun-freckled shoulder and shifted
her weight to her other foot, brushing her breasts firmly against his arm in
the process.

He took a rag from his
back pocket and wiped his hands, not moving any closer to her but also not
moving any farther away. “Oh, you know,” he said in his deep droll voice that
oozed masculine sex appeal. “I’ve been spending time with old friends.”

“Aw, baby,” she whined.
“I know a couple of old friends who’d like to spend time with you too.” She
bent her upper body forward and wiggled her shoulders, the abundant mounds of
her cleavage dancing lightly against his skin.

At this point, I was standing
immediately behind them. I cleared my throat loudly. They both turned, Cayne with
a swift swivel and Mindy in a slow slither.

Cayne’s face brightened
into a broad smile, his teeth flashing and his eyes glinting with delight.

“Brinley.” He stepped
towards me. Mindy glared, giving my waitress outfit a quick up-and-down and
curling her lip in disgust.

“A waitress, huh? Did
somebody order lunch?” she asked, her red talons reaching out and grabbing
Cayne’s forearm. He shook his arm to release her grip.

“Mindy, I gotta go. I’ll
have one of the guys finish up with your truck.” He called to one of the other
mechanics and pointed to the exposed engine. Then he placed a hand on my waist
and spun me toward the shop. I heard Mindy release a furious huff as we walked
away.

Cayne led me inside the
building to a small windowless office with his name etched in black letters on
the door. The room was about eight feet by eight feet. A desk covered in papers
took up most of the floor space. A calendar on the wall featured a woman
glistening with body oil and sitting spread-eagled on the hood of an old
Corvette, the spheres of her fake breasts spilling from the top of a leather bustier.
He closed the door. The shop floor racket of clanking metal and male shouts immediately
receded.

“Nice calendar,” I said
sarcastically.

“You like it?” he asked
with a wink. “It’s one of the benefits of being a mechanic. You can paper your
office walls with half-naked women and no one will complain. That’s why I
didn’t become an accountant.”

“Lovely story. Way to
follow your dreams.” I could feel myself getting testy and saw him raise an
eyebrow at my snippy tone. “Speaking of half-naked women, I heard some of your
conversation out there with Little Miss Big Tits. Who are these ‘old friends’
you claim to be spending time with? Is that what I am to you? An old friend? Or
did you just not want your girlfriend out there to know you’ve been screwing
someone else?”

“For Christ’s sake, Brinley.
Lighten up.” He perched on the edge of the desk, his legs spread wide. He
hooked a finger into the ribbon around my waist and tugged me toward him. I
inched reluctantly forward. He closed his thighs around my hips and clasped his
hands around my lower back.

“Mindy is nothing to
me,” he said matter-of-factly. “We had a thing once. Now we don’t. It was
meaningless while it lasted anyway. I didn’t tell her about you because she has
a big mouth and a hot temper. Our personal business would be all over town in
five minutes. Is that what you want?”

“No,” I admitted with a
pout that made me feel childish. My anger was already starting to melt like ice
in the heat of his presence.

“Good. Me neither.” He
pulled me in closer. “What we have is just for us right now.” He kissed me
lightly on the lips.

“Well, you didn’t have
to get so cozy with her. She was practically suffocating you in a boob
sandwich.”

Cayne laughed heartily.
The corners of my mouth twitched as I tried to stifle a smile. He reached up
and plucked the gold chain of my necklace, lifting the pendant out from where
it rested underneath my collar.

“Says the girl wearing
some other dude’s ‘love’ charm.”

I snatched the pendant
from his fingers with a ferocity that surprised us both. I tucked it back beneath
my buttoned-up collar.

“I told you that
necklace has nothing to do with love. You’re not being fair.”

“Ok,” he said gently.
“Be fair to me, and I’ll be fair to you. You’re telling me not to worry about
the necklace, and I’m telling you not to worry about Mindy. Trust works both
ways. If you want me to trust you, then you have to trust me as well.”

I nodded, feeling
chastened. He was right, after all. I was being unfair in refusing to tell him
anything about my own past life but becoming angry and judgmental when I
glimpsed fragments of his.

“You know,” he said in a
throaty purr as he fingered the edging of my short skirt, “I like seeing you
get all jealous like this. It’s turning me on.”

He kissed the side of my
neck from my collarbone to my ear. His hands inched up the backs of my thighs
and under my skirt. He gripped my ass tight and pulled me in even closer. I
could feel the bulge of his sizeable erection through his jeans. His fingers
traced outlines over my hips and then plunged forcefully into the front of my
panties.

As always, his touch made
me wet in a matter of microseconds. First one and then two of his fingers slipped
deep inside me and pumped in and out several times. A raspy groan escaped
involuntarily from my lips. I clapped my hand over my mouth, embarrassed that
anyone outside might have heard me.

“Relax,” he said
soothingly. “No one will hear. These walls are thick. I’ve had sex in here a
thousand times.” I opened my mouth in shock. He laughed. I slapped him jokingly
on the shoulder. He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Babe, I’m totally
kidding. It wasn’t a thousand times. That’s ridiculous. It was probably only
about seven hundred.”

We both dissolved into
laughter. His flashing eyes met mine. Then I shuddered and drew in my breath sharply
as his fingers expertly fondled the slick folds and swells of my vagina and
dipped deliciously inside again.

“How much time do you
have before you need to be at the diner?” he asked.

“Mmmmm, about a half
hour,” I responded breathily.

“I think I can work with
that.” He winked and hopped off the desk, standing straight. He reached over
the small space of the office and flipped the lock on the door. He shifted the
papers that littered the desk, clearing a space in the middle.

“Turn around,” he
instructed me.

I turned to face the desk
and felt his palm pressing flat on my back, angling my upper body gently
downwards.

“Now bend over, baby,”
he whispered.

I bent low over the
desk, placing my hands on its surface with my fingers spread. A rush of air hit
my thighs as Cayne flipped my skirt up and over my back. He reached over the
top of the desk, opened a drawer on the other side, and pulled out a condom.

A part of my brain knew
this was crazy. There was a garage full of mechanics and customers on the other
side of the wall. But my body craved Cayne like a drug. I was utterly incapable
of resisting. I would never be able to resist.

I heard the tearing of
the condom wrapper from behind me as I stayed bent over the desk. This was
followed by the buzz of an opening zipper and a rustle of cloth.

He slowly and delicately
pinched the top of my panties between his fingertips and slid them down over my
hips and thighs until they dropped around my ankles. I kicked them off to the
side. He kneaded and rubbed my naked ass with both hands and teasingly spanked
it twice.

I bent lower, my nose
nearly touching the desktop. He pried my legs farther apart. I poked my ass up
higher toward him. He grasped and lifted my hips. Then, with a sudden forceful
thrust and a rush of heat, he plunged thick, rigid, and deep into my vagina. I
cried out in urgent lust, my fingernails scratching into the wooden surface of
the desk. He pulled out in a long wet slide and entered me again. I gripped the
rim of the desk with white knuckles.

“How does that feel,
baby? You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

“Oh my god, yes,” I
panted. “Fuck me harder, Cayne. Fuck me as hard as you can. Make me scream.”

He plunged into me with
more vigor, lifting my hips higher and thrusting harder and deeper. He reached
forward and massaged me with his fingers while he filled me up strong and full.
My erect nipples grazed the desktop through the fabric of my dress. The tingling
pressure of his fingers combined with each powerful slippery thrust to send me
into agonies of ecstasy.

“Holy shit, you feel so
fucking good,” he gasped. He spanked me hard again and then gripped my hips
tightly. “Tell me you want this forever. Tell me you want me to fuck you just
like this forever.”

“I want you to, Cayne,”
I moaned. “Just like this forever. Please. I need you to.”

My orgasm was building.
We were both breathing heavily. He pounded into me with speed and force as his
rough fingers rubbed my clit again and again. My hands hurt where I clutched
the edge of the desk, but I couldn’t let go. My mind and body were totally
overwhelmed by the throbbing intensity of our passion. I didn’t know if anyone
outside could hear us, but I didn’t care at that point. I moaned and gasped in
an increasing rhythm, signaling that I was getting close to orgasm.

“That’s it, girl,” he
said. “I want to hear you. Make it loud. Scream for me.”

He pounded into me faster,
crashing against the backs of my naked thighs with each forceful plunge until an
unbearable rush of pleasure made my entire body tense, my back arch low over
the desk, and a full-throated ecstatic groan escape from my parted lips. He
thrust into me strong and deep several more times and came with a low rumbling
growl and a thick final shudder of release. I lay flat on the desk, relaxing my
fingers and sighing with satisfaction as the final few surges of orgasm coursed
through my body.

He pulled out. I stood
up straight. He spun me around and kissed me long and hard, his fingers
gripping the side of my neck. Our racing hearts slowed together. We stood in
silence for several minutes.

I bent down to retrieve
my panties from the floor. We dressed and readjusted our clothes. Once we had both
cooled down enough to face the world, we exited the office. No one in the
bustling garage seemed at all aware of our recent activities.

Cayne caught my eye and
winked adorably as we made our way out onto the gravel drive.

“So, I’ll make sure the
car gets fixed today. Do you need a ride to the diner?”

“No, that’s alright,” I
said. “It’s a nice day to walk.”

He looked up at the
glaring sun and gave me a quizzical look. “If you say so.”

“I need to refocus
before I can start serving lunch to the good people of Hallow River. The walk
will help me clear my head.”

He laughed. “Makes sense.
How about I pick you up after your shift?”

“That sounds great.”

Aware others were
watching, I lifted up onto my tiptoes and gave him a peck of a kiss on the
cheek. I strolled down the drive, turning once to find him watching me with a
satisfied smile. Little did I know that our nightmare was about to begin.