“You might get sick of having me around now that I’m retired.”
“We’ll see about that.” Emma kissed him again and headed for their bedroom.
Ross found his way to the study and stood outside until Cain finished her phone call. “Staying up past nine might take some getting used to.”
“We’ll citify you in no time,” she said, then laughed. “And I hope you do come to like it here. Emma’s been redecorating our place and your rooms are ready.”
“I told you I’d sign for you on that casino thing, no need to butter me up. The last thing you need is some old codger hanging around.”
“I’ll have plenty of time to convince you otherwise, but for tonight how about a drink and a comfortable bed?”
They talked close to an hour over a couple of glasses of aged whiskey before Cain walked him to his room. “Give a yell if you need anything.”
Cain stopped at the children’s rooms to check on them before joining Emma. When she opened their door, a candle burning on the nightstand gave off just enough light for Cain to tell Emma was naked. With a flick of her fingers she locked the door and started stripping off pieces of clothing, leaving a trail to the bed.
“We’ll talk about my father later, okay?”
“Want to talk about something else?”
“Actually I don’t want to talk at all,” Emma said, as she encouraged Cain to cover her with her body. “Just touch me.”
Later she’d have to ask Emma what she’d been thinking about while she’d been downstairs with Ross, because when she put her fingers on Emma she was wet. From that first touch Emma spread her legs wider and lifted her hips to meet her touch.
“Go inside, baby, please,” Emma whispered in her ear.
As Cain slowly gave Emma what she wanted, she dragged her nails from the small of her back upward. As quick as a summer rainstorm, Cain was soaked. She tried to go slower, but Emma wasn’t having any of it. Emma set the pace with her hips, and Cain merely smiled and complied. Emma’s orgasm didn’t stop her, and she pressed Cain closer. That near, Cain could hear her breathing deepen and quicken.
“You ambushed me,” Cain said when Emma was done.
“Not yet, but that was in my plan.”
Cain laughed but soon moaned as Emma left her arms and disappeared under the covers.
When Emma wrapped her lips around her clitoris and sucked hard, she grabbed a handful of the sheets. At this rate she wasn’t going to last long, but she felt so good she did nothing to slow Emma down. Emma brought her to the brink then stopped, making Cain’s eyes fly open.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, out of breath.
“Nothing.” Emma put two fingers in, then pulled out slowly.
“Not a good time to be stopping, lass.”
Emma didn’t respond but lowered her head again, this time using only the tip of her tongue. Soon Cain was at the same level of excitement, and her clit felt so hard when Emma stopped again she thought it would pop.
“Set on torturing me then?” she asked. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You should be asking yourself what you’ve done right.” Emma ran her flat tongue upward this time. “And you should be asking yourself what’s it going to take,” she did it again, “to get what you want.” The third swipe of her tongue made Cain lift her hips so far off the bed chasing Emma’s mouth that she could feel her calf muscles tense. “What do you want, mobster?”
Cain lifted her upper body up and grabbed Emma, making her squeal. Carefully she turned her around so her mouth was just below Emma’s opening. “What I want is to even the score.” She lifted her head slightly and kissed the glistening lips. “Just remember one thing.”
“What?” Emma asked, lowering her head and repeating Cain’s actions.
“If you stop, so will I.” If Emma thought to say anything or ask a question, Cain emptied her mind as she sucked her in. “Understand?” She repeated her actions and Emma pressed herself closer. “Do you understand?”
She came close to laughing when Emma still didn’t answer, but that notion died abruptly when Emma put her mouth back on her. This time Cain could tell as the pressure built that Emma wasn’t going to stop. She could sense how Emma felt about her in every touch, and Cain felt so good she had to force herself to concentrate on giving Emma pleasure. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to wash over her, but she didn’t stop touching Emma until she reached the same peak.
She helped Emma turn around and ran her fingers gently along her back, since Emma had collapsed on top of her. “Tell me what I did right so I can keep up the good work,” Cain said softly. The mattress bounced slightly when Emma laughed. “Because I certainly do like your rewards.”
“I wanted to thank you for making me so happy and,” Emma lifted her head and bit down gently on Cain’s chin, “because I didn’t want you to think we were going to stop doing this just because my father’s in the house. I thought I’d nip that in the bud before you got goofy on me.”
“Considering we’re going to try and convince him to retire to warmer climates, I’m not that crazy.”
“Do you think he’ll be happy here? He’s used to running a farm and being active.”
Cain stopped her hands and held Emma closer. “I’m sure we can keep him busy, and I have some ideas of how to keep him involved with the life he’s used to.”
“Don’t worry is your answer, huh?”
“And get a good night’s sleep.” She kissed Emma and got her more comfortable by rolling over and sliding behind her. “I love you.”
Emma lifted their joined hands and kissed Cain’s knuckles before she moved Cain’s hand between her breasts. Before Cain gave in to sleep, she hoped all their problems could be settled so easily. But she was serious about trying to keep Ross nearby, if only to have one more person willing to do anything to keep Emma and the kids safe. Cain would have a problem with Ross being there only if he invited his wife to join him.
Chapter Thirty-Three
“Cain, the airport called,” Carmen said as she poured herself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Cain was leaning against the counter downing a bottle of juice after her run. With Hayden in school she shared her runs with Merrick and Mook. “Mr. Ross’s luggage finally made it, and they offered to deliver it, if you want.”
“If we take them up on that, Ross will never see his underwear. Call and tell them I’m sending someone.” Cain glanced out to the foyer and spotted one of the young guys Lou had assigned to the house and who had been out with them to various restaurants. The tall blond named Rick Greco was somehow related to Mook and had earned Lou’s trust by never turning him down, no matter what Lou asked of him. Lou was thinking of putting Rick with Hannah when he had a little more experience.
“Rick,” Cain called.
“Morning, boss.”
“Do me a favor and take one of the cars and run out to the airport. Ross was missing a bag and it just made its way from Hawaii, probably.”
“Sure, let Lou know where I am.”
“Actually, I’ll drive you,” Lou said. “We ordered some new scanning equipment and it’s at the FedEx office out there. I’ll drop you off, pick the stuff up, and come back for you so you don’t have to park. Come on, kid.” Lou put his hand on the back of Rick’s neck and guided him toward the door. Cain shook her head at their roughhousing. It was one of the ways Lou acted when he really liked someone.
“Is Emma up yet?” Cain asked Carmen.
“Not yet, but Hayden’s almost ready to go.”
Outside, Lou got behind the wheel of one of their SUVs and laughed as Rick told him about his last date, which had turned out disastrously. At the airport he dropped Rick at the baggage claim and waved to him as he drove toward the freight area.