Destructive Silence (The Destructive Series) (3 page)

He motions with his head for us to move off the dance floor. I catch sight of Becca and
hmm
... Who is this hunk she is dancing with? This is not Mr. Hot Cheeks Bartender. This fella has messy blond hair that begs you to run your fingers through it. I can see his hands are large and wrapped around Becca, leading their movements. The flickering lights of the dance floor make it difficult for me to see more of him. I’m curious to find out what exactly is going on here. Becca notices me leaving the dance floor with Mr. Swoon-Worthy and gives me a playful look. I assure her with a nod and softly smile, trying not to give away how blown away I am. She will be drilling me for sure on our way home.
Wait! Oh dear.
I didn't say I would go home with him; I merely nodded. Maybe I can tell him some other time now that I can think with my brain and not my hormones. I drove Becca here. I can’t abandon her.
OH. MY. GOD.
She is going to kill me!

He grabs my hand, pulling me in closer to talk against my ear and pressing our bodies together. "Hey beautiful, my name is Caine Rogers. What’s yours?"
Oh my.
The heat of his breath sends a shiver down my spine. I'm sure he didn't miss the effect his mouth so close to my ear has on me.

Swallowing hard, I manage to say, "Lacey."
Oh my God, don't tell him your last name; don't do it.
He could look you up and kill you in the middle of the night!
Oh for God's sakes, I need to leave. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts.

He leans in. "Nice to meet you Lacey." His breath is searing, and it's doing some naughty things to my body. "You can really dance."

Excuse me; oh no, no, no you must be mistaken, Mister Sex on Legs.
"Thanks, you have some nice moves yourself," I reply. Hopefully the music drowns out my voice cracking. Ugh, my body has deceived me. Thankfully, Becca returns with two bottles of water.
Oh,
wait a minute
. Who is that guy following behind her, carrying two as well? As Becca hands me one, I realize the guy is the one that she was dancing with. He hands Caine a bottle and Caine nods in acknowledgement.
What?
Looking between them, it clicks they know each other. They probably came here together.

I excuse myself from Caine's embrace and give Becca a look so that she will follow me to the restroom. Pushing through the throng of people, we finally get to the entrance. Once inside, Becca and I can talk without screaming over the music.
I need to talk to her about what just...

"Lacey, what the hell was that back there?" She
barks at me.

"What do you mean?" I ask innoce
ntly, averting my eyes from her.

"You know very well what I mean. I saw you two practically fuck on the dance floor," she shouts wrinkling her eyebrows. I know she's concerned since I don't know this guy.
Oh dear Lord
. I haven't told her I’m considering going home with him yet. When I do, she’s going to go postal on me.

I roll my eyes. "Becca, we were nowhere close to mating on the dance floor! I can’t believe you would say that. I just got lost in the music. I really like this guy. He feels really good..."

"I bet he feels good!" she sarcastically interrupts, cutting me off while placing a hand on her hip in exasperation.

"Becca, it’s not like that. I mean I feel like I have some sort of connection with him. I don't know how to explain it. It makes me want to get to know him better. In fact, he wants me to
spend the night with him, and I’m thinking about accepting his offer." My insides cringe as I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction.

I had no idea Becca's eyes could
pop out of her head this much. "What the fuck? Are you shitting me? Have you lost your damn mind?” She throws her hands up in the air. “Lacey, you don't know him! You cannot go with him!" she yells and shakes her head in disbelief. Ugh, she can be such the mother hen
.
“You are acting like a dirty bird!”

I gasp. "I am not a slut Becca! And who is that you were dancing with?" I ask, trying to distract her while walking over to the mirror to fix my makeup. Attempting to cool off, I run a wet paper towel under my hairline along my neck.

"Don't you dare turn this around and play your little ‘distract attack’ games with me. You will not sidetrack me with questions about who I was dancing with. I’m not the one who is planning on going home with someone she doesn’t know,” she says, enraged. “I know for a fact you aren’t a dirty bird; that’s why I don’t understand. I don't know if you should do this Lacey. What if he turns out to be a bad guy? And you are still holding onto something. Are you telling me that you’re willing to give that to some stranger?" She shakes her head in skepticism. "I don’t like this." She begins to calm herself.

"Seriously Becca, it's okay. Please. Please do this for
me
. You can drive my car to your house and I'll text you once we get to wherever we are going and again in the morning." I pause. "By the way, do you think you could pick me up in the morning?" I turn to grin at her while lifting my eyebrows up and down in a playful manner, hoping she'll lighten up a little.

"Fine. But only if you're sure." She shrugs. "So, what do you think about his friend?" Her face is
beaming. "His name is Lucas, and he’s in the Navy." I wonder how much she knows about Lucas, considering the only thing I know about Caine is his name. Then again, I was a little preoccupied, and using body language to speak, rather than asking questions. Becca must be a little more coherent than I am.

"He's definitely easy on the eyes," I reply, smiling in the mirror at her. "Did you get his phone number?"

"Hell yeah, I got his number!" she says confidently, whipping her head around with attitude, causing me to throw my head back and chuckle.

"It appears as though he enjoyed your moves on the dance floor, yes?" I raise an eyebrow and continue, "I'm sure they will be permanently etched in his memory."

"Are you serious? I'm not the one who was dry humping in front of everyone." Looking back at her reflection, she says, "But he wasn’t complaining." And I catch the smug smile on her face.

I roll my eyes again. "Whatever. So are you going to be leaving when I do? I’m not ready to go just yet, but I will if you are. And, most importantly, I don't want you to walk to the car by yourself."

"Yeah, let me talk and maybe get one last dance in with Lucas, and then we can go. Do you know where he’s taking you?" she asks, wiping the sweat off her neck with a wet paper towel.

"Um, he said home with him. Doesn’t that mean back to his place?”

“I don’t know. You need to clear that up before you step foot in his car. Okay?”

“All right love, let's go see the boys." I wink at her, opening the door.

Caine’s eyes are gleaming when they meet mine, and Lucas' face perks up at the sight of Becca as we walk back to where we left them.

Caine's deep, hot voice fills my ear asking, "Is everything okay?" Oh heavens, my legs are wobbly, and the fluttery feeling in my stomach is back. If his voice does this to me, I wonder what...
No way, I'm a good girl.
I won't go there.

"I don't want Becca walking to the car by herself tonight. She wants to stay here for a little bit longer with Lucas. You
wanna dance?" I ask, glancing up at him.

He grabs my waist, bridging the gap between us, and answers, "Definitely!"

We move toward the dance floor, and I grab his hand to maneuver us through the sea of bodies until we reach a good spot. He links our hands and guides them over my head straight into the air. Our eyes meet once again. Abandoning my hands, he slowly rubs his fingers down my arms, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from me. I lower my arms to rest on his shoulders and bend my head back enjoying the sensation. He pushes his hips into mine, and my nerve endings begin to tingle. I find his scent intoxicating. My body is startled when he grabs my leg to hike it around his waist, pressing his hardness into me.
Oh my!
Where did he learn these dirty dance moves? His lips find my jaw; sliding out his tongue, he outlines the curve leading up to the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I shudder. I can feel him smile against my neck. Dropping my leg, he shifts me so I am once again dancing with my back to him. He lurches me forward at the waist, grinding my rear into his excitement. A second later, he pulls my body back. In time with the music, he pushes my chest out, breaking any and all rules of etiquette.
Wow!
This guy takes dancing seriously!

I wonder how often he goes out dancing and picks up girls.
Hmm
...
Maybe
I
should
rethink
this.
He must sense my distracted thoughts. Caine spins me around and whispers in my ear, "Where did you go Lacey?"

"Huh?
Er... Nowhere. I was just enjoying the moment." I think that answer satisfies him. I look into his eyes and notice they are sparkling brighter. He brings his hands up to cup my face while bringing his lips down to mine in a sweet, soft kiss. He manipulates my hips with his as he slides his tongue between my lips wanting another taste. I accept the invite and the kiss deepens, effectively blocking out the world again.

A couple of songs later and I can tell Caine is ready to leave. There has been so much foreplay going on between us on the dance floor, I’m surprised neither of us exploded from our heated engagement. For a moment, I feel bad for our dancing neighbors having to witness the sexual charge between us. On second thought, they’re probably hoping for the same thing to happen to them.

"Are you ready?" Caine's hot breath brushes my ear as he asks.

Nodding, I leave the floor to find Becca. I find her with Lucas, and they're playing tonsil tennis.
Hmm...
I walk up and gently nudge them, startling her and breaking their kiss.
Ha!
She is breathless and puts her hand to her mouth. I cannot wait to lay on the guilt about how she reacted to Caine and me earlier.

"We’re ready to head out if that’s okay with you," I yell over the music.

Lucas pipes up. "That's fine. She's going to give me a ride home since Caine here has other plans," he says smirking at Caine. With a look, they exchange some sort of guy language, probably giving each other mental high-fives.

I glance over at Becca to make sure she is okay with this. She smiles from ear to ear and nods in agreement. Yep, I need to have a word with her.

"I'm going to run to the restroom before we go," I try to say to both Becca and Caine over the music.

“Where's your coat ticket baby?" Caine asks, kissing my cheek while I fish the
voucher out of my bra. Lucas is watching Caine take my receipt. He says something in Becca's ear and she soon offers up her ticket. “I love your hiding place,” Caine says, brushing against my earlobe.

Becca follows me into the ladies’ room. "What are you doing taking Lucas home? Are you comfortable doing that?" I ask. She quickly responds with a nod. "Becca, seriously, I won't go if it puts you in a tight situation. I won't do that to you." I try to convince her to be honest by tilting my head to ensure I have her attention.

"Lacey, it's totally fine. He's cool. I'll take him back to his place, and we're just going to talk," she shrugs. "Nothing is going to happen, unlike someone else I know," she says smirking and raising an eyebrow.

I give her my car keys and assure her that I will call her first thing in the morning. "Lacey, please be safe," she says uneasily.

Returning her hug, I whisper, "Aren’t I always?" I wink and Becca rolls her eyes while shaking her head.

"Becca, you know I've never done this before. I don't even know if I can go through with it. But if I can do this whole one-night stand thing with anyone, it will be with Caine. Holy smokes Becca, the guy can kiss an orgasm out of you."

We both break out into a fit of giggles and leave the restroom, still trying to get our laughter under control.

Caine and Lucas appear after gathering our coats, looking at Becca and me quizzically. I cannot believe I am about to leave with a guy I just met. When did I say I would go? Is a nod really a yes? I glance up at Caine, and
oh yes
! I said yes, and I don’t care if it was with a nod, spoken words, or written in ink. It's yes, no matter what.

With a quick text to my mom, I let her know I will be staying at Becca's tonight. Now that my bases are covered, I turn to Caine who ushers me to his car with my body tingling all over.

One Night

Stepping out of the club and into the cold night air is refreshing. I hadn't realized how hot and sweaty I had become dancing with Mr. Dreamy.
Whoa
, I cannot believe I’m going home with Caine tonight! Oh dear, I need to make sure I attend confession this week. What the hell am I doing? This is a sin, or at least that’s what the nuns have taught me since kindergarten. For God's sake, I'm in my senior year of Catholic school. What am I doing having my first one-night stand EVER?! No, that’s not right. If it was my first, that would imply that I have had sex before and I haven’t. Calming my nerves, I realize I NEED to cancel this hormonal exchange and find Becca to get me back to my parents’ house.

Just as I was feeling the confidence to walk away, Caine grabs my hand and entwines our fingers, reigniting that spark of energy I get from his touch. It forces me to look at him.
Oh, that's right
. Now I remember why and what I'm doing. His light brown eyes penetrate my fears, knocking down any barriers in their path. His stare bares his soul, making my legs feel like Jell-O.

Caine walks us to his car, a candy-apple red Dodge Stealth. Like him, it’s sleek and sexy. He holds my door for me as I brush past him. I halt from the sensual heat of his body. Sensing
the same emotion, he grabs my waist and pulls me into him as he lowers his lips to mine. I remember the helplessness I felt earlier from his embrace, and he makes me see stars. Grabbing the back of my neck, he deepens the kiss. I lean in, and clutch at his shirt, needing to get closer. He acknowledges my desire and tightens his arm around my waist, moving me slightly so that his body is pressing me against the side of his car, sandwiching me in. I still need more from him. I try to convey this as my hands work overtime to remove the space between us. He pulls his lips away just enough so that he can rest his forehead against mine. His eyes tell me how much he wants me. "Let's go before I explode here in the parking lot." He utters through clenched teeth. Before he steps away, he asks, “How would you like to go to a hotel? My roommate might be home.”

I give him a quick nod and kiss, using my tongue to gently brush his upper lip. "Okay." He keeps his hand knitted with mine until I sit. He bends down and gently presses a kiss on my cheek just before closing my door.

Caine walks swiftly around the front of the car, opening the door and sliding in beside me. He smoothly puts the car in gear and begins driving to our destination. I can see him briefly look over at me from the corner of my eye. I turn and take his features in. His jaw is square, and his nose is perfectly slanted. His lips are thick and full and his eyes glisten brightly. He turns and looks at me with a smirk that melts my panties.
Oh dear. What have I gotten myself into?

We drive up to a local
motel not far from the club and my parents’ house. I worry for a minute how I'm going to make sure I get home tomorrow so that my parents won't know I didn't stay at Becca’s house. I can now feel Caine's eyes on me. I turn, and he looks as though he could eat me alive.
Oh my
! He asks me to sit tight. I nod, still unable to speak much in his presence.

I watch him walk into the lobby of the hotel. What a damn fine
ass he has. I felt it earlier when we couldn't get close enough on the dance floor, but seeing it has a completely different effect on me. I lick my lips and the word yummy comes to mind. I cannot believe what I'm about to do. Perhaps we will just cuddle and watch television all night, stealing kisses every now and then. I wonder if he is getting a room with a king size bed or two doubles. Doubles would be great. The little bit of distance provided by the nightstand will help my raging hormones. In that case, I’m sure there won’t be any expectations, and we can get a peaceful night’s rest. Tearing my eyes from Caine who is speaking to the front desk clerk, I rest my head on the back of the seat and look out into the night sky. I pray for the heavens above to get me through this. I need to do this. I think it will remedy many issues. I’m going to do this. Mustering all of the strength I can, I smile at Caine as he re-enters the car.

"Our room number is 219. The attendant says to follow this road around to the side, and there is a stairwell we can use."

I don't think he notices any of my hesitation about spending the night with him. I nod, acknowledging him so that he knows I am listening while I fidget with the hem of my coat. I take a couple of soft, calming breaths. Caine pulls into a parking space around the corner and I look up at the second floor, noticing we aren't far from the room. I take another breath before grabbing the door handle. To my surprise, Caine has already begun opening my door and offers me his hand. As I take it, I wonder what he does for work. How does he have so many calluses? As if sensing my uneasiness, Caine pulls me into him suddenly.

"Lacey, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks. Waves of relief wash over me and I almost start singing hallelujah. I could say no, right? But then I'm not proving anything to
myself. I need to go through with this to exorcise the demons of my past. Caine runs his hand through my hair, sending chills down to my feet. I honestly want to be close to this man. He has an affect over me like none I've ever felt. I need to follow through to preserve my sanity. I tilt my head as if to reassure him this is what I want. He grabs my hand, shuts the door, and sets the alarm to his car. We climb the stairs hand in hand. I wonder if he is afraid to let go of my hand, on the off chance that I’ll change my mind if we lose body contact. He's probably right.

Pulling the keycard out of his back pocket, he opens the door, scoops me
up, and grins. I break out in a fit of giggles, throwing my head back in a carefree fashion. I like this playful side of him and it gives me a moment to forget my worries. He shuts the door and throws his keys on the side table. I see he did not get a room with two doubles as I had hoped.

Caine slowly slides me down, his body making me hyperaware of each and every muscle writhing under me. He stops for a moment when I'm on my toes and level with his eyes. He gazes into me, gently lowering me further to the ground, but not releasing me from his embrace. His eyes stare into mine, causing my breath to catch in my throat, and I bite my lower lip in anticipation.

Taking every ounce of self-control I say, "I'm going to use the restroom real quick."

He begins to loosen his hold, and taking a deep breath through his nostrils and then exhaling, he says, "Okay. But don't be too long." He winks as I walk in and close the door behind me. My hand lingers on the doorframe for an extra moment so I can come to terms with the situation. Shaking my head at the position I’ve put myself in, I turn to look at the person in the mirror, bracing my hands on either side of the sink. Do I recognize my own reflection? Am I being true to myself? People have one-night stands all the time, right? So, why can't I? Just
because something happened to me, doesn't mean I can't do this. I need this. I need to rid myself of the constant fear that threatens to lock me in those horrible moments of long ago. I'm tired of it controlling my life. I have one hot stud muffin waiting for me on the other side of that door, and he doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. He makes me feel safe for some reason. Opportunity is knocking. Shutting out the sensible thoughts from my head, I freshen up. Taking one last look at myself, I feel certain I can do this. I slowly open the door and take my time leaving the bathroom.

"Come here," he says as I step out. His voice isn't authoritative but direct. He pulls me away from my thoughts and comforts me with his words and presence. His stare leaves me vulnerable but accepted. My chest tightens as I begin to approach him. The look in his eyes is scary, almost as if he wants to devour me. This entire experience is new to me. My breath quickens as I tilt my head back, offering myself to him with glazed eyes. His stare is breaking down the barriers I’ve set up in my mind, allowing me to feel and anticipate what is about to happen. I thought it would take a lot more to get past the obstacles I put in place. I don’t understand how can he make me feel this safe and secure when I’ve only just met him. How can I feel this way, when I learned so long ago not to trust guys?

"I wasn't too long, was I?" I tease.

"Oh, yes. Any loss of you in my arms is too long," he says breathily, leaning in to crush my lips with his. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his body. I land with my hands on his upper arms to regain my balance. His soft lips tease mine until his tongue gently runs along my bottom lip causing me to moan.
Oh God!
His tongue enters, controlling the moment, exploring every inch of my mouth and I begin to feel a tightening in my belly. His arms begin to unravel around me so his hands can begin exploring. His kiss deepens, creating a feast of its own. My hands begin to travel, memorizing every detail they uncover.

Caine walks backwards, pulling me with him until his legs hit the edge of the bed. I am so hungry for his touch. Our kiss has turned from passionate to desperate. He turns me around so that I am sitting on the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of me, he begins trailing down the long zipper of my boot to free my foot. He repeats the same with the other leg. I believe I am suffering from a case of lost sanity.
Is there a medication for this?
Caine runs his eyes and fingers up my legs, resting his hands on my thighs, just inches away from my folds. I begin to breathe faster and a shiver runs through my body. Caine looks up and smirks, knowing the effect he has on me. He raises himself slowly and pulls me to stand with him. I am intoxicated with desire. He envelopes me into a hug and all reservations I have disappear.

Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulls my head back to place soft kisses from my ear down to my jaw, stopping at my lips. His kiss immediately turns hungry as he squeezes my hips to his. Feeling a little more confident, I reach around to grab his ass.
Oh, what a fine ass.
I tug him closer, acutely aware of his arousal. I move my hands up under his shirt to feel his skin. It’s soft, with hard muscles lying just below the surface. Breathless, he moves his lips down my neck and I have the sudden need to feel all of him. I push his shirt up and he assists me in tugging it off. Caine hikes up my skirt, and with able fingers, traces the outline of my panties. Geez, I wish I had thought to wear a thong tonight; then again, I wasn’t planning on this.
Oh God!
One of his fingers has broken the fabric barrier, revealing my wetness. He brings my leg up around his hip like we did on the dance floor at the club. He moves his fingers to my folds and caresses the sensitive spot, creating a fireball of passion deep within me. I am panting from the sensations flowing throughout my body. I push my hips into him, searching for more satisfaction.
Oh my!
Each nerve ending is on edge from his touch. My body loosens and my knees become weak. Thank heavens he is holding me up. His lips explore more of my neck, then down to the space between my breasts. My head falls back as the sensations he’s giving me take over my body. He thrusts a finger in my heat while circling his thumb on my nub, bringing me closer to ecstasy. He plunges another finger and my breath catches. "Caine." The combination of what his magnificent fingers are doing sends me over the edge. A wave of intense pleasure warms my blood and I find my grip tightening on him as I moan his name again. My chest is heavy and my hips begin to rock, riding out this amazing climax during which I’m sure earth’s axis has shifted. He puts his arms around me and hugs me tightly, giving me the opportunity to recover.
Oh. My. God! Hello? Amazing!

He moves his lips up to capture mine once again; the kiss gently helps bring me down from my high. He leans forward, placing me down on the bed and settling between my legs. His fingers are skimming the fabric of my dress and I realize he is looking for the zipper. "It's on the side under my arm." He pauses giving me a questionable look. "My zipper. It’s on the side."

"Oh," he chortles, "I was wondering. I hate to take this sexy thing off but I need to see you, all of you."
Honey, you do whatever you want after that little performance.
His fingers find the zipper and he takes his time sliding it down. I'm growing anxious with the need to feel him. I move my hands to find his belt, trying to grip the material to unbuckle it.

"No, not yet," he whispers against my flesh. "I want to see you naked. I need to taste you before I can even begin to satisfy my appetite."
What? Oh My God!
Where did he learn to talk like this? He begins sliding my dress down, exposing my black satin bra. The swell of my breasts are begging for release. His mouth runs along my collarbone, down to the space between my breasts. He slides his tongue over the top of my breasts as he moves the strap down my arm, giving him more access. He does the same for the other one. Bringing his mouth back up to mine, he lifts my shoulders off the bed, wraps his hand around my back, and unclasps my bra. He tosses it over the bed where it joins his shirt on the floor. He runs the tip of his fingers from my jaw down, on to tease my chest as his hand moves down to grasp the bottom of my dress. He drags it, along with my panties, the rest of the way off my body, adding them to the growing pile of clothes.