“Motherfucker. I gotta go,” Whip announces, striding out of the kitchen as if his heels were on fire.
“Venom, you and Cane go with him. He doesn’t need to ride by himself,” Stoney orders.
“You got it, Prez,” Venom mutters.
Cane nods his head and turns to leave the room.
“It’s never quiet around here, is it?” I ask quietly to no one in general, but I received several chuckles in answer as Nerd kisses the top of my head.
“Nope, babygirl, it’s never a dull moment around here.”
Chapter Fourteen
Nerd
In the past two weeks, something within my woman has shifted. Cara has grown far more comfortable with me. In bed rather than me curling into her, she now curls toward me, resting her head on my chest.
Cara also I found enjoys kissing. So much that I have to put a stop to it since I know she’s not ready to go further. And it can be a strain on my self-control.
Enough of a strain that I end up jackin’ off in the shower more often than not. Every time it’s with visions of my woman. Like right now with an arm braced against the shower wall, stroking myself, thinking of the way Cara would sound as I brought her to climax. To feel her softness as I took her there. Better yet to have her mouth wrapped around my dick while I fucked her mouth. Groaning, I feel myself about to explode as I think about her tongue swirling around the tip before I come on her chest, marking her as mine.
Opening my eyes, I watch as my release goes washing down the drain as the water sprays over my body. Shaking my head, knowing that this wasn’t going to be enough, it never is, I go about finishing up scrubbing my body and washing my hair.
Rinsing off, I shut the water off and get out. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist and move to the bedroom. Cara left earlier this morning to go babysit her nephew, Cody, at her brother’s, so I wasn’t worried about freaking her out.
As I step into the room, I immediately stop when I find Cara standing in the middle of the room staring at me. Eyes wide as they roam up and down my body, mouth slightly apart.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Babygirl?” I call her name to get her to meet my gaze.
“Um, I . . .” she stammers, bringing her eyes up to lock with mine.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Um.” Yeah, she’s nervous as fuck right now.
“Cara,” I murmur, taking a step toward her, studying the way she swallows and drops her gaze back to my chest, and licks her lips.
Shit.
My dick stiffens at the sight of Cara sticking her tongue out to wet her lips.
“I . . . I . . . Um, my brother called said Tinsley wasn’t feeling good so I didn’t have to babysit today,” she whispers, her gaze still locked on my chest.
“Yeah?” I question, testing the waters to see where my woman’s head’s at.
“Uh, yeah,” she sighs, finally looking up to meet my gaze once again.
“You trust me?” I didn’t have to be anywhere right away. I was gonna head to the garage the club owned and help them catch up on a few things while Cara was babysitting.
“Yes,” Cara nods.
“Close your eyes,” I command and step away from her as she does what I tell her to.
After my talk with Shadow and Cane, I’d done some research and found one of the best ways to help her overcome her fears is to heighten her senses by taking one away.
Going to my dresser I slip on a pair of sweatpants and grab one of my bandanas to use. Making my way back over to my woman, I come up with my game plan on what we’re going to do for now. “I’m going to put something over your eyes. I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and at any time you feel uncomfortable and become overwhelmed I want you to say peppermint,” I state firmly as I move around her.
Cara nods, her breathing becoming heavy.
Stepping directly behind her, I reach around her and secure the bandana in place. “I’m going to lift you up, babygirl, and put you in the middle of the bed. Head on the pillows body on top of the comforter, okay?” I state this intending to tell her everything I do to her body.
“Okay,” she rasps breathlessly.
Without saying anything, I do as I told her I intended to do, laying her with her head on a pillow in the middle of the bed. Climbing up, I stretch out alongside her, bracing myself up with one arm as I use the other one to stroke along the edge of her cheek and neck.
“You’re beautiful, babygirl,” I whisper. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want but if your good with it, I want to take your jeans off.”
Cara stiffens slightly then relaxes once again and nods her head. “Promise you, Cara, nothing I do will hurt you.” Pushing myself up, I lean into her and press my mouth to hers. She immediately opens in invitation for me. Fastening my lips with my woman’s, I move until I’m settled between her legs. Trailing my hands along her body, I reach the button of her jeans. Breaking our kiss, I pull back until I’m sitting on my heels looking down at Cara.
I don’t remove my gaze from her face the entire time. I release her jeans placing a hand on either side of her as I grip the material in my hands and slide them down her body as I move with them. I finally move my eyes from her face taking in the sight of Cara’s chest rising and falling. By the time I lock on the part of her I’ve dreamt
