Page 55 of If Cain Were Able

“Are you telling me you want it rough?”

“I’m telling you I want it the way it’s always been. Explosive. Unstoppable. All-consuming.”

“I tell you I’m finally ready to commit, and you don’t want me to change anything?” I ask, bewildered.

“Not in the bedroom,” he says adamantly. “That’s never where the problem was.”

He’s right about that.

Chapter 30

Patrick

Istill don’t trust Cain to tell me if he’s in pain. The force he exerts when fucking me is too much to risk until I hear his surgeon tell him he’s cleared. Even if Cain can read his own scans with the eyes of the most renowned cardiothoracic surgeon in the country, I don’t believe he can do so objectively.

“Sit down,” I command. Cain had stood and started pacing while baring his soul.

“How am I supposed to fuck you if…oh, you want to ride me? Okay, we can do that.”

Cain kicks his pants off, rips his shirt over his head, and sits back down on the couch, hissing when the cold leather hits his skin.

“I’m not riding you. Not yet. You haven’t been cleared.”

“I just cleared myself,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Not how it works.”

Dropping to my knees, I plant my hands on his thighs before diving face-first onto his cock.

His hands fly to the back of my head, and I hear the back of his head hit the couch.

“Can we at least lie down so I can blow you, too?”

I pop off his dick.

Cain has never really been concerned about getting off at the same time. Probably because it always just sort of happened for us, but it’s endearing that he’s thinking about it now.

“No,” I tell him.

“Come on, I want to come together. I haven’t tasted you in months. You haven’t even let me watch you jerk off because you were too afraid I’d get worked up.”

“There’s been nothing to⁠—”

“Oh, don’t even try to tell me you haven’t been rubbing one out every morning. I wasn’t shot in the eardrum, Patrick, and you aren’t quiet when you come.”

Heat creeps up my neck as Cain stares me down with a raised brow.

“Fine,” I admit. “I just figured it would be easier to be around you if we weren’t both horny.”

“Yeah? How’s that working out for you?”

“Not well.”

“So let me get you off.”

I scramble my brain, quickly trying to think of the fastest way to make us both come that will require the least amount of work on his part.

Standing, I reach out my hand.