Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC Book 3) Read online

  My focus on the road was laser sharp, but it didn’t stop the warm feeling of anticipation in my body. I might be annoyed with her, but that didn’t even put a dent in my excitement to finally get my hands on her hot little body. I had to use all my control not to get ahead of myself and imagine all the filthy things I was going to do when we were finally alone.

  Alone. In a room. With a big ass bed.

  More importantly, the killer would never find us here. Not unless he had GPS on her car like I did. I’d almost laughed when I found the unit Connor had put there. I hid mine way better than that fucker though.

  I’d known it was Con’s on sight because it was government-issue. And wasn’t it just like him to put a tracker on his little sister’s car? Only in this case, I agreed with him for being a controlling bastard.

  I was a controlling bastard when it came to her too.

  Kelly needed protecting. She was a sweet, innocent girl, but she was also extremely unpredictable. Flighty, even.

  Damned if I didn’t find that adorable about her.

  Adorable and frustrating as hell. I groaned as she made my life difficult for the next fifteen minutes. The woman needed a tight leash! She was damn-near impossible to track and that meant it was that much harder to protect her.

  She took at least three unapproved turns before she pulled into the hotel. I parked my bike around the back, and my guys parked on either side, settling in for the night.

  “You don’t have to stay.”

  Hunter and Vice just sat there, looking at me.

  “I might be all night.”

  Hunter cocked an eyebrow, saying nothing. Vice just grinned. I shook my head and cut around the side of the hotel. I stopped, turning in a slow circle.

  Kelly was not where I’d told her to wait.

  Just inside the doors, I said. Stay visible and in bright light, I said. Wait for me, I said.

  I had been extremely fucking specific.

  She had done none of those things. I was about to panic when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and almost sagged in relief. It was Kelly. And, from the sound of it, she was not too happy with me.

  A hotel, huh? You must be pretty sure of yourself.

  I’ve waited long enough. So have you.

  Silence. Then my phone buzzed in my hand.

  It’s not going to be that easy, Cain.

  Where are you?

  I’m at the bar, drinking a glass of the most expensive champagne they have. I’ll be sure to charge it to your room.

  I smirked. Of course she was. The woman was not a wilting flower, that’s for sure. Well, at least she was in public, like I’d asked. So she’d sort of followed my instructions. I was getting soft and it was her fault. In the Corps, I would have had someone’s ass for disobeying me, especially when the risk level was so high.

  I strode into the fancy as fuck hotel lobby, fully intending to bring her up to the very expensive room I’d rented and bury myself in her for the next twelve hours or so. The bar was in the back of the place. I stopped in the doorway, having trouble believing my eyes.

  Kelly was sitting at the bar, looking like a femme fatale. There were three men leaning on the bar and trying to talk to her.

  Three.

  “For the love of Christ . . .” I muttered to myself.

  Kelly smiled faintly when she saw me and tossed her head. The guy next to her said something, and she smiled at him, making my vision go red. She wasn’t flirting but she wasn’t exactly discouraging them either.

  I dug my nails into my palms to stop myself from tearing the guy’s head off.

  It took about ten seconds for the first guy to notice me. He cleared his throat and looked around nervously. Then player number two caught sight of me, standing a few feet away and using my eyes to turn them all to cinders. The third guy had his back to me. He only noticed after the first two had vacated the area.

  Kelly looked up at me innocently after her admirers had all beat a hasty retreat.

  “Making friends, little girl?”

  She cocked an eyebrow at me.

  “It’s not my fault they wanted to get a drink.”

  “They wanted you.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Finish your drink.”

  “Oh, but I just got a fresh one!” She gestured to the spot in front of her. “Two, actually. These won’t be charged to your room though.”

  She preened and smiled at me coquettishly, but there was an edge to her dazzling smile. I cursed inwardly. I could tell she was still angry with me.

  “They were gifts.”

  “I’ll wait.”

  If she wanted to do things this way, fine. I would play along if it made her feel better. Once we were alone, though, all bets were off.

  I knew she was a virgin so I would be gentle the first time. Once and only once. After that, I would take what a man wanted.

  What a man needed.

  She fluttered her eyelashes at me as I stood there, looming over her. She wasn’t the least bit afraid of me. I liked that about her.

  Most people were pretty much scared shitless.

  I knew that sheer physical intimidation had gotten me the top spot at the club. At least at first. A couple of guys I served with had introduced me to the Untouchables. I was the first, and only, member who did not have to go through a trial phase. I’d been named President in less than two years as a member.

  And it wasn’t just because I had a big ole dick.

  I’d learned to lead in the Corps and it had served me well. I never raised my voice or lost control. It wasn’t necessary. I just told people what to do and they did it.

  Until Kelly.

  She was the first to defy me since, well, ever. I didn’t know what to make of it. I wanted her so badly that I was doing things differently. I’d never waited for a woman, let alone waited for her to finish her drink. If she were anyone else, I would have walked away without a backward glance. But she had her hooks in me, and I was pretty sure she had no idea how deep.

  Life would be so much easier right now if she just did as she was told.

  Go upstairs. Take your clothes off. Get in the bed. Hug my dick for ten or twelve hours.

  “Are you really going to drink both of those?”

  She raised an eyebrow.

  “So what if I am?”

  “You are a bad girl.” I leaned closer. “You know what happens to bad girls?”

  “What?”

  Her voice was breathless and sexy as hell. She wanted to know. She was doing this on purpose.

  “They get spanked.”

  Her eyes were wide. She hadn’t been expecting that. I liked surprising her.

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Try me.”

  “Fine.”

  She tossed her hair and then guzzled half the drink she was holding. Then she grabbed the remaining full glass and sauntered out of bar like a queen. I shook my head, grinning, as I followed her.

  Yes, Kelly was a handful. But she was my handful. Or she would be soon.

  And I could barely fucking wait.

  I watched her cute little ass sway out to the lobby. I already had our key card, from checking out the place earlier in the day. I had exit routes mentally mapped. My backups had backups. I was ready.

  She sipped her drink in the elevator ride to our floor. She was nervous, I realized suddenly. She’d told me she was a virgin when we first met. I had no idea what other experience she might have, but my instincts when we kissed told me it was next to nothing.

  Her bravado in the bar, all of that, it was just that. Bravado. An act. My brave and beautiful girl was shaking in her cute little shoes.

  Of course she is nervous, you jackass.

  I grunted and took her hand. She looked at me in surprise as my thumb caressed her wrist. Then she let out a little sigh.

  There, that was better.

  I held her hand all the way down the long hallway to our door. We were not far from
the service entrance, which was good and bad from a security standpoint. A great way to beat it if you had to bug out. Also a great way for the psycho on the loose to gain access.

  I opened the door and we stepped inside. I pressed her shoulders against the wall and did a quick sweep of the suite. It was a main room with a bedroom on either side. I’d thought about just getting a bedroom, but I didn’t want to freak her out.

  The enormous sectional couch was roomy enough for both of us anyway.

  “Phone.”

  I held out on my hand and she placed her phone in it, giving me a wary look. I pulled up her recent calls and selected a number. I dialed it and handed the phone back to her.

  On speaker.

  “Tell your mom you won’t be coming home tonight.”

  She glared at me, waiting for her mom to pick up. They exchanged greetings and then the older woman asked how the date was going.

  “Fine.”

  “That’s nice, dear.”

  “I wanted to let you know . . .” Our eyes met and held. “That I’ll be home . . .” I tilted my head, sending her a silent warning. “Late.”

  She ended the call and handed me back the phone. She was being deliberately disobedient at every turn. I growled at her, thinking a spanking was definitely in order.

  Kelly wasn’t even a little bit intimidated. She crossed her arms and gave me a sassy look.

  “Anyone else you want to call? Or is there something else you want to do?”

  “Something else.”

  With a growl, I yanked her into my arms, my mouth crashing down on hers. I couldn’t resist this girl, no matter how much she sassed me. She melted into my arms, her earlier nervousness gone. I knew I had to keep her distracted.

  If I gave her too much time to think, she might get scared. That was the last thing I wanted. Not just because it would slow down the process.

  I just wanted the girl safe and happy, all the damn time.

  My girl.

  Without even thinking, I had her pressed up against the wall, one thigh hoisted in my hands so I could get as close as possible to her. My other hand was already cupping her breast through her dress. I was hard and ready to blast off. She looked dazed and a little worried when I lifted my head.

  I shook myself mentally and slowly lowered her to her feet. I wasn’t going to push too hard. It didn’t matter that I was more than fucking ready. She clearly wasn’t.

  “Are you hungry?”

  She gave me a sidelong glance, clearly relieved. I groaned inwardly, realizing I’d been right. I was not getting laid tonight. The hotel room had been a mistake. Still, we were alone and it was private. The hotel was far from any club business. And she was here, her pretty blue eyes twinkling at me.

  “I want more champagne.”

  “Fine. But you aren’t driving home.”

  “Fine!”

  I shook my head, grabbing a menu and handing it to her. She wrote down what she wanted, and I called, raising an eyebrow at her order.

  The girl sure had an appetite. Unless she was just trying to delay the inevitable. We might not do the deed tonight, but she was going to spend some serious time in my arms.

  I was patient, but not that patient.

  Despite my nickname, I wasn’t made of stone.

  I grimaced and adjusted my cock. She smiled at me brightly, clearly not aware that I was in fucking hell. Having her near like this was both the best and worst fucking thing possible for me. Especially a guy like me.

  Someone who hid his feelings down deep, where no one could see them.

  I never really showed my emotions, so I was good at keeping my painful erection under wraps. I didn’t want her worrying about it or my expectations. This wasn’t a one-night thing. This was a start of something permanent. I reminded myself I had to be patient.

  I took her arm, guiding her over to the table by the windows. We were on the eighth floor, high enough to see the state park the hotel was situated near. It was an upscale place that catered to corporate clients and rich hikers. There were even a couple of vineyards in the area. The state park was beautiful and the view from the suite was incredible.

  Even a human block of ice like me could appreciate it.

  Kelly sighed, her hands on the glass. I came up behind her and kissed her neck. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. My arms slid around her waist and pulled her back against me. Her head fell back as I licked the soft skin of her throat. My hands slid over her dress, finding her breasts and lightly stroking them.

  “Hmm . . . oh!”

  She gasped as I tweaked a nipple. She was getting hot and bothered. Meanwhile, I was already nuclear.

  “Kelly . . .”

  I was about to throw all my good intentions out the window when I heard something that hit me like a cold shower.

  A loud knock at the door. Whoever was on the other side had a very short life expectancy. I wanted to throttle them for their impossibly bad timing. I held my breath for a minute, hoping they would go away. Another brisk knock followed, followed by an impossibly chipper voice.

  “Room service!”

  Chapter Six

  Kelly

  “Motherfucker.”

  I stifled a giggle at Cain’s barely audible curse. I had to admit, the timing was bad. I was loving the way he hands felt on my body. It was all over the clothes, so I wasn’t breaking the rules.

  I bit my lip, realizing I hadn’t actually told Cain the rules.

  During dinner, I decided. Or after. Maybe it would be better to tell him when he didn’t have sharp objects in his hands. Not that I thought he would ever lift a finger to hurt me. I was more worried about the furniture. The walls. I tilted my head, looking up at him critically. He really was a very big guy.

  Yeah, I was worried about him stabbing the ceiling too.

  I sipped champagne and nibbled on my steak, watching him eat his with gusto. He didn’t say a word unless I asked him a direct question. He ate like he spoke, directly and with purpose.

  “So.”

  He cocked an eyebrow and stopped eating. I cleared my throat.

  “I have rules.”

  “Rules.”

  It wasn’t a question. He was waiting. I took a sip of champagne.

  “I’m not sleeping with you.”

  “I know.”

  Now it was my turn to be surprised. He wasn’t going to push for sex? Well, that was unexpected. Unexpected and a little bit insulting. Wasn’t he supposed to be hot for my bod?

  “I need to take things slow. Physically.”

  “Okay.”

  I blinked again. He was being so agreeable. I’d been expecting a fight or at least some begging. I felt a bit disgruntled.

  “That means my clothes stay on. And nothing goes underneath them.”

  His eyes narrowed. At least now, he looked annoyed. It was weird, but talking about the rules of what was about to happen was making me get really hot and bothered.

  “I can’t touch you?”

  “Just . . . over my clothes. Okay?”

  He stood up. I peered up at him. He was so tall, I had to lean back in my seat. He gripped my chair and turned it, leaning down and bracing his hands on the armrests. My mouth dropped open.

  “I need to make you come.”

  Oh, sweet lord, the man was plainspoken. Plainspoken and hungry for me. A bolt of heat shot straight to my core.

  I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. Cain had surprised me again. To just come out and . . . say that. My cheeks were hot and I felt liquid heat begin to pool in my lower belly.

  “You can do anything you want. Just . . . it has to be over the clothes.”

  A wicked glint came into his beautiful pale blue eyes. It was not the reaction I had been expecting. He didn’t curse or argue. In fact, if anything, he looked determined.

  Like he was looking forward to the challenge.

  “Not a problem.”

  I yipped in surprised indignation as he hoisted me up and carried me
out of the main room of the suite. I hadn’t expected him to take me to the bed. I also hadn’t included it on my list.

  Next time, make a longer list, dumbass!

  I half expected him to plop me on the bed, but he didn’t. He slowly and carefully laid me down, then looked at me. He was thinking, I could tell. Considering where to start.

  Cain might look like a muscle head, but he was very smart. I knew that from being around him but also from the stories I heard from Mason and Cass. Even Connor had nothing but respect for him, even if he didn’t want his little sister hanging around with a biker.

  My heart was beating double-time as Cain reached down and slowly pulled one of my shoes off. He held it up to me.

  “I’m assuming shoes don’t count.”

  I nodded shakily. He removed my other shoe then set them on the floor. He disappeared for a moment and I realized he was washing his hands.

  I lay perfectly still as he walked back into the room, drying his hands on a towel. He chucked it aside and came right for me, crawling onto the bed to brace himself above me. I gasped at the heat coming off his big body. He was enormous and practically giving off steam.

  Cain was like an engine that was about to overheat. And he was running just for me.

  He pulled his shirt off and pulled me against him, his tongue dancing into my mouth. I moaned and found myself curving my hips toward him, trying to get closer.

  We went from zero to sixty in an instant.

  But Cain did not try to take my clothes off.

  His hands started to roam, touching me here and there. Stroking my hip. Lifting a thigh. His cock was a blazingly hot missile I could feel through his pants. He rocked his hips slightly, and it pressed into my center and held. My skirt slid up to my waist. Cain stopped and pulled away, staring into my eyes as he slowly pulled it back down. His fingers grazed my pussy as he dragged the thin silk over my panties.