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need to have that thought right now. Watching him go through his paces just reminds me of the heat between my legs. My pussy throbs, remembering what it felt like to have him inside.
    He’s sheened with sweat; it drips in a line down the indentation of his spine, and his hair is lank with it. Muscles bunch and glide under his skin, changing the shapes of the tattoos that decorate his back, his arms, his chest. I catch my breath, fighting an urge to run to him, to lick the sweat from his body.
    Gross, Jess. But it isn’t gross. Not according to everything between my legs, anyway.
    Instead of leaving, I move a few steps closer. I don’t think he sees me; he’s so focused on his opponent. They close on each other, and Cain grapples with the other man, bringing him down to the mat. They struggle for a few long seconds. I can’t stop watching. Cain’s on his back on the mat, his legs wrapped around the other man’s waist, straining under him, doing everything he can to protect his face, to keep his opponent from pounding him. The way their bodies are tangled with each other is almost sexual, and for a moment, I can’t even breathe.
    Finally the other man laughs, and Cain relaxes. They separate and lurch to their feet, tapping fists. “Good practice,” Cain says.
    “Yeah.” The other man shakes his head. “You always take it so serious.”
    Cain offers him a twisted half smile. “Of course.”
    Peeling off his gloves, the other man says, “You need me for anything else?”
    “Nah, I’m good.”
    “Cool.” The man leaves the ring, heading for the front door. He grabs a towel on the way out and mops his face with it. Cain ducks between the ropes, too, and when he straightens, he suddenly sees me.
    “Hey,” he says. “Look who it is.”
    My breath is suddenly caught in my throat, fluttering like a frightened bird. My heart beats hard; I can feel it there right next to my broken breathing. “Hey,” I manage, barely.
    He starts to saunter toward me. His twisted smile lets me know he’s not going to give me any kind of a break. About anything. He’s probably mad still, after his talk with my father. I overheard part of it, lurking at the door like a teenager, just in case Cain said anything about me.
    Cain’s not done taunting me. “Had to come back, huh? Itching for another taste?”
    “I just…” I trail off. Why am I here? I’m not even sure myself, except that I just needed to get out of the house. Why I think I’d be any safer with Cain than at home is beyond me at the moment.
    Crossing the rest of the distance between us, he stops a few steps away. His gaze rakes me, top to bottom, taking me in. It almost makes me feel dirty, but it’s arousing, too. He lifts his arms a bit away from his sides. “Take a look. This what you want? Want me to make you scream again?”
    I can smell him now, the acrid stink of the sweat that’s dripping on his body. Why don’t I find it disgusting? I probably should. But I’ve gone so wet between my legs I feel like I might be melting. “I should go.”
    I turn to do just that, but his hand grabs my arm and drags me back around, forcing me to look him in the face. “You know, I was wondering if you were going to say something to your dad this morning. Like, ‘Hey, leave my boy alone ’cause he fucked me so hard last night and now I don’t want you to hurt him.’ You tell him what we did last night?”
    “No.” I layer scorn into my voice. It’s a stupid question, and he knows it.
    “Too bad.” His hand eases off my arm, but his eyes hold me still. “I should have. That would have been a kick, huh? I wanted to. Wanted to tell him how his little girl screamed like a cat in heat. Begged me for it. How he might think he owns you, but now I’ve got part of you and I’m not letting it go.” He moves a little closer. I can’t drag my eyes away from his mouth. He has full, almost pillowy lips, incongruous in the harsh lines of the rest of his face. “What do