Destructive Silence (The Destructive Series) (8 page)

Caine practically drags me upstairs and leads me through another room playing different music. It’s not as crowded. We walk around the dance floor and down a hallway. I’m looking everywhere, confused. I remember the restrooms are the only things down this hall. He pushes the ladies’ door open with determination, pulling me in with him. There are a few women in here, but it’s nowhere near as crowded as the bathroom downstairs. I’ll have to remember to come up here when I need to go.

Caine pulls me down the narrow aisle of stalls, stopping at the last one. It’s vacant. Once inside, he pushes me up against the wall and begins to devour me, only stopping for a moment to close the door and lock it. Taking my face in his hands, he says, “I love you, Lacey. I have to have you, right fucking now.”
Um... okay.
His hand runs up my thigh, hiking my skirt up, and he pushes his excitement into me. I’m glad I wore a G-string tonight. It shouldn’t be hard for him to...
Dammit!

“Why’d you rip them?” I asked.

“They were in my way,” he explains between kisses. I’ve never worn a skirt without panties. This is going to feel weird later.

Caine begins to
deepen our kisses as if he cannot get enough. “Lacey, oh my God. I have to have you. I was going fucking crazy on the dance floor. I thought I might explode,” he confesses. I begin to make work of his belt and the buttons on his jeans. “Push them down baby,” he instructs; and I do as he tells me. He picks me up. “Wrap your legs around me. Hurry! I’ve got to fucking get inside you,” he pleads. I wrap my legs around him and he directs his cock into my core. I gasp in ecstasy. I don’t know what it is, but this feels different. I feel as though I might lose it again. Caine slides in and out, and each time I find myself wanting more. Our breaths come quicker and louder. I forget where we are, and that there are possible witnesses on the other side of the stall door. Caine begins to move faster. I feel it. “Oh my God. Caine!” I gasp as warmth settles in my core, making me tighten my legs around him. He continues moving, but with greater force. He’s close. As I begin the downward spiral from my orgasm, he slows, filling me to the brim. OH. MY. GOD! That was fucking intense.

He lays his head in the crook of my neck steadying his breath
, my arms still tightly woven around him. Someone closing the stall door next to us brings us back to reality. He pulls back to look at me and smiles. “I love you,” he says.

“You too. Now get me down. We need to get out of here before someone reports us,” I tell him. He fixes his jeans and turns to open the door. “Wait!” I yell at him. He looks up at me confused. “I have to pee,” I say.

“Okay. Hurry up,” he replies.

“No, you have to turn around. I can’t pee in front of you. That’s gross!” I say exhausted.

“What do you mean that’s gross? Look what we just did. Peeing is nothing compared to...,” I hold my hand up to stop him. He rolls his eyes but does as I ask. I need to seriously clean myself up here without Caine examining me. And fuck me... no panties!

Before we exit the stall, Caine pulls me in for another kiss. This one is gentle. He smiles as he opens the door and sure enough, there are ladies giggling as we walk by. I walk out with my head down and
hidden in Caine’s arm. Caine is walking proudly, as if he just climbed Mount Everest or beat a world record. He leads me downstairs to join Becca and Lucas. We find them still on the dance floor and move towards them. Becca looks up, noticing we are back and scrunches her forehead. I smile and dismiss her inquisitions. I’m sure she will cross-examine me later. Caine has his hands on my hips pulling me back into the grind of the music.

We dance through a couple more songs when Ini Kamoze's, ‘Hotstepper’
starts playing. I squeal at Becca. Both of us love this song. I begin making my way over to dance with her, abandoning Caine. He and Lucas go to the bar to order beers and watch us from the sidelines. Becca and I are facing each other seductively, sweeping our hips close. The beat changes and our moves now include our shoulders. We have our heads down, our arms are swaying, and our mouths are singing out the words of the song. We are oblivious to the swarm of bodies around us. I look up to find Caine, only I can't. A circle of bodies completely encases us. The boys around us are drooling. We're apparently putting on a show. As innocent as we are, it’s hard to believe that this kind of behavior actually draws guys in. Becca and I are only playing around. I catch sight of Caine, and he is clearly not happy with the attention we are receiving. Lucas is behind him and he quickly moves to sandwich us in, taking possession of ‘their territory’ once again.

One of the guys watching from the sidelines tries to reach for me. He looks pissed at Caine and Lucas for interrupting his show. Caine pushes him back, knocking the guy off his feet. The circle grows wider around us as if we were in a boxing ring. Caine acts
as if he’s going after him again. I move forward in an attempt to grab Caine’s hand to stop it from escalating but Lucas stops me. I’m scared and the look on Caine’s face is murderous; I’ve never seen it before. Lucas gets a hold of Caine before he pounds the interrupted interloper. I look at Becca and roll my eyes from the awkwardness. She starts laughing. I want to tell her how frustrating Caine’s possessiveness is, but we can't talk over the loud music, and the light show isn’t giving us the chance to communicate with eye contact. I shrug it off and join Becca in ignoring our boy's egos.

A few hours
later, we make our way to the exit, exhausted from dancing. Tonight Becca and I hardly left the dance floor; well, I did that one time. I smile. “I think the DJ tonight was new because the tracks he was throwing out were awesome,” I say to everyone. Caine pissed me off a few times, as he became more possessive of me on the dance floor, only leaving me to down a beer or two. Sometimes I like to dance without anyone touching me for goodness sakes. He gets jealous so easily. I don’t know why and it’s frustrating. I’ve never had a wandering eye. I’ve never caused him to think I was interested in anyone but him. Lately, his domineering attitude has gotten almost unbearable. It’s like I can’t breathe. He always needs to know where I am, what I’m doing, and whom I’m with. I’m becoming annoyed. To calm my nerves, I start singing ‘Hotstepper’ again.

“Hey Lacey, thanks for the ear worm
. I’m never going to get that song out of my head.” Becca says, fanning herself from the heat of the club. She begins to sing the lyrics to ‘Hotstepper’. After a few lines, I cut in. Becca takes over after another number of other lines and then we sing together. Turning our fists into makeshift microphones, we continue singing to each other in unison.

We turn, singing to everyone walking by since the guys appear to be embarrassed by our vocal
stylings. It throws us into a fit of laughter. Their embarrassment only encourages us to finish the song. Proud of ourselves, we continue alternating lines, ending the performance by giving each other a high five.

"Ugh, I can't wait to get home and shower," I say as we walk to the car. Caine walks faster to catch up with me, grabs my
hand, and laces our fingers together.

"Are you sweaty baby? You know we could get you a little messier before your shower," Caine says, low enough just for me to hear
, and wearing a smirk on his face.

I turn my head to face him, "No, Caine. You've already marked your territory, thank you, and ruined a good pair of panties. I’m beginning to think I need to wash the pee off my leg," I say louder.

"What?” he asks, completely shocked by my statement.

“Caine, you practically pissed on my leg in there on the dance floor! I know the flock of buzzards lurking around me is overwhelming for you, but I am more than capable of keeping the guys at bay. I only have fucking eyes for you. When are you going to realize that?” I ask, shattered from his mistrust.

“Baby, you know I was simply making sure everyone in there knew you were with me. They don't need to drool all over my girl," he says innocently.

"Caine, you know I wouldn't have encouraged anyone else putting their hands on me. I was with Becca and we were totally in control of our area. You need to stop freaking out whenever you see someone look at me or God forbid, stand closer than twenty feet from me," I huff, throwing my arms into the air in frustration.

"Lacey, baby, I'm sorry. I'll try not to do that again. I'm sorry I get a little jealous. You are so beautiful, and the thought of anyone else touching you makes me see red," he tries to explain while combing his fingers through my hair, pulling me in for a gentle kiss.

"Caine, I understand. Trust me! You are a devilish package yourself, but you don't see me freaking out whenever girls stare at you, or worse try to pick you up. I trust you," I snap, begging
for his understanding. "Okay babe." He tries to move past this moment. "Let's get you girls home."

All of the lights are off in the house when we arrive about fifteen minutes later. Caine gets out, opens my
door, and offers me his hand. I take it. "Baby, I'm sorry for earlier. I hope you can forgive me," he says sadly.

"Caine, I don't need you to babysit me. I'm very capable of taking care of myself. When you act like an over possessive ass, it pisses me off. I'm tired of your apologizing. Just stop, please."

He clutches my elbow, bringing me into his arms for a tight hug. "Okay, Lacey. I'll stop. I don't want to make you mad. I'm sorry. I’m going to walk you to your door." He laces our fingers together while we walk the short distance. Pulling me in for another hug at the door, he whispers, "I love you."

"I love you too, Caine," I manage before he covers my lips with his. I reach around his neck to deepen the kiss. Our tongues are needy. I love how he kisses. He places a hand on my cheek to tilt my head and somehow takes more of my mouth.
Oh my!
I am melting into a puddle. I hope my mom isn't watching. She likes Caine, but I wouldn't feel comfortable with her seeing him devour her daughter.

"I wish you would reconsider and stay with me tonight," he says breathlessly.

"Mmm, didn’t you already do that?” I ask.

“No Lacey, that was a fuck. I want to love each
individual part of your body." I feel my figure start to weaken.

“Well, we can arrange for you to do that another night.” I pause to catch my breath seeing his disappointment. “I’m sorry Caine, but I promised Becca we would have a girl’s slumber party. I don't want to leave you either, but I need to be a good friend to her."

Groaning in my ear, "You're killing me Lacey. I want to take you again. How about right here?" He winks. "You know I could haul you off to the backyard and have my way with you."

"Caine!" I shout. "You will do no such thing. You got a little more than
expected from me tonight, mister. I'm going inside. You and Lucas are going back to the barracks. I love you and I'll talk to you tomorrow." I give him a quick kiss turning to unlock the front door. "Becca, you ready?" I ask, noticing she and Lucas are in a deep conversation. I wonder if everything is okay.

"Yeah," Becca says over her shoulder. I watch Caine get back in his car while Becca is saying her goodbyes to Lucas. “It’s been real,” she says
, walking away from the car.

"
Alright love, did you have fun tonight?" I ask her as we head to my room.

"Yeah, um
... Lacey we need to talk," she says apologetically marching ahead.

"Okay. Are you okay? I saw you in a deep conversation with Lucas just now. Did Lucas do or say something to upset you? Because if he did, I swear...,” She cuts me off.

"No Lacey. It's nothing about Lucas."

I sit on my bed to remove my shoes waiting to see if she will elaborate. Impatient, I continue, "
Then, spill it. Whatever it is appears to be upsetting you," I say defensively, "Did I say something to hurt your feelings?" I ask.

"No, Lacey Ann Nicole Edwards! It's about Caine," she states firmly.
Oh dear. She used my full name. She’s mad.
Wait... did she say...

"What do you mean something about Caine? I was with you all night. What did he do to you?” I ask irritated.

"Lucas just said some crazy shit. And where the hell did the two of you disappear to earlier at the club?” She raises her eyebrows at me. “Fine, we’ll get back to that. Lucas told me something bothersome about Caine. I kind of wish he didn't tell me because I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But if it was my boyfriend, I would want to know," she says regretfully.

"Becca, what the fuck are you talking about? You're scaring the shit out of me."

"Lucas said he thinks Caine is betraying you. He is really bothered by it because Caine’s his best friend. But, Lucas feels terrible for you not knowing of his infidelity." I cannot look at her. I'm wringing my hands together unable to break my gaze. I don't understand. "Say something Lacey, love."

“What do you mean betraying me?” I ask, because that is what she is expecting. I don’t know if I want to know anymore.

“You know like an asshole, son of a bitch, jackass, liar, man-whore, douche bag, playa. Do I need to go on?” she asks, puzzled that I’m not following. “Lacey, he is fucking cheating on you.”

I look up at her with glassy eyes. "That's impossible. He was just kissing and hugging me, acting all cave man on the dance floor. He just told me he loved me. Why would he be cheating? It's not like we don't have an active sex life. He just fucked me in the ladies’ room at
the club for goodness sakes. What proof does Lucas have? Has he seen Caine with another girl? Is this some sick joke?"