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She rolled over on her side to peer at him. “You feeling all right?”

He had an odd look on his face but he didn’t look sick or upset. “Yeah.”

“Horny?”

Occasionally, he jumped her as soon as they woke up, but he usually did so before the lights came back on.

Cain gave her a half-smile and made a throaty humming noise that might have been an affirmation.

But he didn’t roll over on top of her and he didn’t reach over to pull her close. He just lay on his back, one arm crossed beneath his head, and stared at the ceiling.

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Genuinely confused by this change in his normal routine, she propped herself up on one elbow and stroked his chest with the other. His torso was solidly muscular, with rippling planes, coarse dark hair and tight skin. “Cain? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” He turned his head slightly so he could gaze up at her, his oddly pale blue eyes skimming appreciatively over her warm, rosy face and messy hair. Then they shifted down to her firm breasts, which were bare and exposed because she was holding herself up and the sheet had slipped down to her waist. She’d gone to sleep naked last night, since she hadn’t felt like putting her dirty clothes back on after she and Cain had fucked.

“You’re acting weird,” she told him, playing idly with one his nipples.

He gave a soft grunt. “I’m not sure, but I think today might be my birthday.”

“Really?” She grinned down at him—although it was a silly thing to be excited about, given their circumstances. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-six today. If I’ve kept track of the days right since I got here.”

She chuckled and stroked her hand up his chest to his neck. And then she caressed the stubbly skin of his jaw—enjoying the rough texture of it. “Getting kind of old, aren’t you?”

He just smiled at her teasing. A real smile. The one she hardly ever saw.

Pleased with her success, she leaned down to press a soft kiss just next to his mouth. “Happy birthday,” she murmured huskily. “Shall I give you a present?”

Cain gently pushed the hair back from her face as she mouthed a trail along his jaw.

“What did you have in mind?”

She just made a purring sound and adjusted her body over him so she could kiss a line down his throat to his chest. She spent some time on his chest—flicking his nipples with her tongue and nibbling on a few spots she knew were sensitive.

His breathing picked up and occasionally he would let out a sigh—sounds of pleasure that thrilled her and caused her pussy to clench in excitement.

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Eventually, she scooted down his body even more until she was kissing his tight belly. She loved his abdomen and stroked it tenderly as she kissed slowly down toward his groin.

Soon her lips once again found coarse dark hair. And then she found his cock, which was already halfway erect.

The covers had fallen off her completely and bunched up around her feet, so she posed her naked body as attractively as she could when she leaned down to lick a line along his cock.

He sucked in a sharp breath as she licked him and his erection twitched visibly. She teased him for a few minutes—licking along the veins, fondling his balls, twirling her tongue around the head—until he was nearly fully erect and the muscles of his thighs were tightly clenched.

Then she took his cock in her mouth and hollowed out her cheeks, sucking as well as she could.

Cain groaned softly and jerked his pelvis, making a little thrust up into her mouth.

Her pussy wet now and starting to ache, Riana closed one hand around the base of his cock and began a pattern of sucking and squeezing. She knew what Cain liked, so it wasn’t hard to find the rhythm that made his body tighten and caused him to fist his hands in the bedding.

She shifted her eyes up to his face and saw his rigidly controlled expression. But his eyes were hungry and possessive as he lifted his head to watch her suck his cock.

He was doing his best to restrain his need to thrust, but occasionally his hips would give an erratic jerk. Riana didn’t mind. She loved every sign that she was pleasing him.

And so she worked his firm, warm flesh with her mouth as she breathed through her nose and bobbed her head.

When she reached down below her head to gently squeeze his balls, Cain gave a barely controlled thrust into her mouth. She slid her mouth back up his cock automatically, trying to avoid choking on his erection.

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“Sorry,” he gritted out, his skin starting to glisten with perspiration as the muscles of his arms and belly rippled from holding himself rigidly in check.

She smiled around his cock and hummed an encouraging response. Then she held on to his cock firmly with one hand and took more of it in her mouth.

When she’d established her rhythm once more, she began to fondle his balls again.

Her pussy was so wet now that she could feel the moisture leaking out and she only got wetter as she saw how viscerally Cain responded to her ministrations.

She was completely focused on Cain, and so she barely registered the commentary that began from outside the bars of their cell. Vulgar comments, as usual, about her body, her position and what she was doing to Cain.

She ignored them. By now, onlookers rarely fazed her and what was more important was pleasing Cain.

But she sensed something change about Cain’s mood. And when she shifted her eyes up, she saw he was snarling slightly.

Afraid he was getting distracted and wouldn’t enjoy his birthday blowjob, she moved her free hand from his balls so she could rub little circles against the sensitive spot just behind his sac.

His whole body jerked and he released a thick grunt.

She smiled again around his cock at her success.

Then she gasped in surprise when Cain leaned up, stretching his arms down on either side of her body. It took her several seconds to realize what he was doing.

He was pulling the covers back up over her, shielding her body from any oglers.

Riana fell out of rhythm for a minute, so surprised was she by his action. He’d never done anything like that before. He’d always ignored other prisoners who’d lurked at the bars—except for the first night when he’d told them to leave. She knew it was part of the power play. Acting like they bothered him—letting them bother him—

only gave them power over him.

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But now he’d made an obvious gesture. Hiding her from everyone else. Blocking their sight of how she was pleasuring him.

With the simple act, he’d made their coupling private. Somehow intimate in a very public place.

His eyes never left her face, never strayed from the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The sudden intimacy made Riana even more aroused, and she found herself unconsciously rocking her hips in a humping motion as she bobbed her head over his cock.

She massaged him with her finger and sucked as hard as she could.

Cain clutched at the bedding beneath him as his face twisted with effort and pleasure.

Then he came. He groaned out a hoarse exclamation—one that sounded like it was ripped out of him—and his pelvis convulsed beneath her mouth. She could feel the spasms of his climax in his cock and prepared herself for his release, swallowing as much of it as she could.

Only a little dribbled out of the corner of her mouth as she gave his sated cock a few last, slow sucks.

Then she let it slide out of her lips as she hauled herself up and stretched out beside him, making sure to pull the covers up with her.

“Happy birthday,” she murmured, kissing him leisurely on the lips, letting him taste himself there.

He smiled, even as he kissed her and his big hands slid down her back until they were cupping her ass. When their lips parted, he murmured, “Maybe my birthday was tomorrow.”

She giggled appreciatively and rubbed herself against his body, feeling needy and incredibly turned on.

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But it was his birthday. And the blowjob had been a gift. She wasn’t going to demand anything in return.

“That was incredible,” he said, his voice deliciously deep and gravelly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Her clit was getting some good friction against his thigh and she couldn’t help but grind her pussy against it a little.

Before she could get anywhere in riding his thigh, he’d turned her over bodily. She was on her stomach now, and he was on top of her, his weight pushing her into the mattress.

She had no objections at all to this arrangement. In fact, she loved the feel of his hot, heavy body on top of her. But she squirmed beneath him and complained, “Hey, who told you to do that?”

Cain just chuckled, one of his hands squeezing under her body until he could rub her swollen, aching clit. “You looked like you wanted a hump. I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she whimpered, rocking her bottom to develop a good rhythm of her clit against his hand.

He rocked with her, his groin pressed into her ass and their bodies moving together under the covers. Riana gasped as the rhythm and the weight of his body mingled with the pressure of his fingers on her clit.

Soon, the pressure at her center had deepened to such an extent that she writhed helplessly and made mewling sounds against the mattress.

She came, her hips riding out the pleasure between his pelvis and his hand.

He was starting to harden against her bottom already, so she kept pushing back against his groin.

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After a minute, Cain grunted and lifted her by the hips so that her ass was higher than the rest of her. His legs on either side of hers, he parted her thighs enough to expose her slippery pussy.

Then he slid his newly hardened cock inside her.

Her chest and cheek still pressed down into the mattress, Riana gasped as Cain started to thrust, using the same rhythm they’d been mirroring before.

She whimpered as the erotic pressure kept rising inside her. And soon she buried her face in the bed so she could muffle her cries of pleasure.

Cain panted just beside her ear, supporting himself with his elbows and forearms, as he pushed into her in fast, hard thrusts.

Then Riana fell out of rhythm as the tension shattered inside her. She screamed into the mattress as the sensations sliced through her and her pussy contracted around Cain’s cock.

He grunted in response. Then he gritted out, “Fuck, baby, so good.”

Then his pelvis pistoned against her bottom and he lost the rhythm too, groaning out another hard climax.

They collapsed together onto the bed in a tangle of hot, sweaty flesh.

Cain didn’t roll off her immediately and she didn’t want him to. She loved how it felt when he held on to her this way.

“That was a very good morning,” Cain murmured at last, sounding hoarse and pleased and lazy.

“Yeah.” Then Riana giggled.

“What?” Cain demanded, pushing her hair out of her face so he could see a little more of it.

“I was just thinking,” she admitted sheepishly. “It kind of felt like my birthday too.”

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* * * * *

Other than their extended lovemaking first thing, the morning passed as nearly all their mornings did. On their midmorning run, however, something about Cain’s demeanor struck her as different.

He usually ran with absolute focus, his eyes straight ahead, as if he were channeling all of his angst and energy into the motion of his body. But this morning, although he ran as hard as he ever did, he seemed watchful. And more than once she saw him studying various parts of the Hold.

It wasn’t like he was on the hunt for an object to use for his device. But he had something on his mind—something other than exercise.

When she’d worn herself out, he locked her into their cell and took off at a run again. Breathless and bright red from her exertion, Riana splashed water on her face and then took off her sweat-soaked camisole, keeping her back to the bars of the cell so she didn’t unnecessarily flash whomever might be passing by.

She’d done what she could to repair her outer shirt, but she mostly just wore her camisole now. It was on its last legs and once it became too worn to wear she wasn’t sure what she would do.

Cain would find her something—she assumed. But she didn’t like the idea of it.

When she’d washed up as best she could, she pulled on her button-up shirt so she could rinse out her camisole. She was gentle as she wrung the water out, wanting the fabric to last as long as possible.

When she left it to dry, she found her piece of a comb and started picking at her hair with it. She worked on it every day and had basically gotten it to the point where it didn’t feel so much like a rat’s nest.

She ignored a random man who passed by the cell and started giving her a hard time about being a whore. But the man was still there when Cain returned from his run.

Cain calmly smashed his fist into the man’s face before he unlocked and entered the cell.

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Riana blinked in surprise. “That was unnecessarily violent. He wasn’t doing anything unusual.”

Cain’s lip curled up in a snarl but he didn’t say anything as he walked over to the sink to clean up.

His softer, more tender mood from this morning had clearly vanished completely.

He was back to being stoic and grumpy.

Riana wasn’t surprised—Cain would never be a soft man—but she was a little disappointed. At times, she thought he was starting to open up to her more. That he was starting to think of her as a real companion, as a partner.

But she was continually reminded that he kept far more from her than he shared.

And didn’t treat her like a lover or even a friend—at least not all of the time.

He was a very confusing man. And she wondered if he’d be so tight-lipped in different circumstances.

She was pretty sure he liked her, cared for her at least to a certain extent. After that day a month ago when she’d almost been raped, she’d come to understand that much.