Wanting Mr. Cane

by Shanora Williams

  She thought on it for a moment, her eyes a little wider. “Because Quinton is a complex man. He comes with many layers. What he shows you is just one of the layers—the person he wants the whole world to see, which is his good side. But after spending several months with him in a bed, listening to the things he says in his sleep, and even watching him wake up out of nowhere, gasping like his life depends on it…well, it’s understandable.” She paused for a moment, studying the table. “I’m a patient woman, I suppose. And I know it will take time for him take the next step and love someone that way because—,” she smiled, as if it pained her, “if you don’t love everything about yourself, how can you possibly take on the task of loving everything about someone else?”

  24

  CANE

  The last thing I expected to see was Kandy walking into the house, laughing, with Kelly trailing closely behind her. I had to blink hard twice, just to make sure my eyes hadn’t deceived me.

  “Did you see that guy?” Kandy laughed. “He was staring so hard at Frankie’s butt! Freakin’ perv!”

  “I saw! I can’t believe it! He had to be my dad’s age!” Kelly chimed.

  They both laughed again and as they passed by the living room, Kelly looked my way, winking with a smug grin. Wow. When she said she could handle it, I didn’t think she’d actually be able to pull it off.

  I put my attention on Kandy, but she didn’t even look my way. It was like I wasn’t even there to her. “I’m going to put my bags in the room,” she announced, switching glances between Kelly and her mother. “You guys want to come lay out with Frankie and me at the beach?”

  “Sure, sweetie.” Kelly smiled graciously, like she was happy about the offer. “I’d really love that.”

  “Cool. Meet you down here in twenty.” She and Frankie hustled up the stairs, squealing and laughing about God knew what.

  Kelly met up to me, sitting on the arm of the sofa as Mindy went to her bedroom. Derek was already in there, taking a shower.

  I closed my laptop when she eyed it. “You aren’t supposed to be working on vacation, Mr. Cane,” she said playfully.

  “I wasn’t. Just checking a few emails.” I sat up in my seat. “What was all that about?”

  “All of what?”

  “The laughing. The invitation to hang out at the beach…”

  “Oh, with Kandy?” Kelly waved a hand, like it was a simple work of nature. But I knew Kandy. She wasn’t simple. She was complicated as fuck. “We had a really good time at the mall. I got her to open up a lot with me. I’m telling you, a shopping spree will win over any girl’s heart.” She winked and stood up. “Remember that.”

  “You really going to the beach with them?” I asked when she started to walk away.

  She shrugged and pressed her lips. “Sure. Why not?”

  Don’t be too obvious, I reminded myself. “Just asking.”

  She turned and faced me. “Don’t worry, Quinton. I’ve got this. We’re bonding, and I like it. I won’t push too much. I promise.”

  I nodded and forced a smile, but that wasn’t what I was worried about. Someone with a personality like Kandy’s would befriend a woman I talked to, just to get under my skin. She tested my patience and my boundaries constantly. I should have known it would come to this. Kandy wasn’t a dumb girl. She knew how to play her cards right, and knew exactly how to get to me.

  Not even twenty minutes later, Kandy came back downstairs with Frankie behind her. She had on a sheer white cover-up over a pink bikini. The cover-up was pointless. I could see every fucking thing and seeing it made me want to tell her to go back upstairs and put something less revealing on.

  Boys would look.

  Men would look.

  I didn’t want anyone looking at what was mine.

  In that moment, though, I grasped the full concept. If I hadn’t known Kandy, I would have assumed she was a little older than eighteen. My guess would have been twenty-one or twenty-two. With tits that voluptuous, thighs that thick, and an ass that round, it occurred to me that maybe I’d missed what she’d been trying to show me all along. Her full figure had been hidden beneath her clothes, but without them…I could really see her.

  She was a woman now.

  Young. Ripe. Ready.

  And though she had a free spirit and a wild heart, she knew exactly what she wanted…

  Me.

  25

  KANDY

  I’d spent two hours on the beach with Frankie, Mom, and Kelly. Surprisingly, it wasn’t so bad. Mom didn’t nag me about my bathing suit. In fact, she said she loved it, even though it was a little more risqué, hence the reason I wore the cover-up on the way out of the house. I didn’t need Dad catching sight and demanding that I change.

  After shutting off the shower, I turned and looked toward the balcony where Cane’s room was. I could feel him watching me again as I showered off.

  There was no sign of Kelly. Only him. His eyes weren’t hot and hungry this time, though. They were narrowed and curious.

  I tried to ignore the way my belly fluttered as I grabbed my things and went inside, heading straight to my floor where I saw Frankie crossing the room with damp hair. She’d gone in about twenty minutes before all of us. Her period started. Fucking sucked.

  After I hit the real shower, I got dressed. Apparently we were going out for dinner on Cane again. I put on a white jumpsuit, paired with rose gold bangles and my favorite rose gold necklace with a white feather at the end of it. Frankie was still getting ready, so I decided to go downstairs for something to drink, and that’s when I spotted Cane at the counter.

  He had one elbow resting on the marble countertop, his phone in hand as he scrolled through it. I looked around for Kelly but didn’t see a sign of her. For some reason, after Kelly’s story at the mall, I felt bad for going after him so much. I know that made me wishy-washy, but it was true. The guilt always got me. I was an over-thinker. I assumed the worst about everything.

  She loved him. I could tell. She loved him so much it hurt, just like me, and she knew he didn’t feel the same. That was already heartbreaking enough. I was certain the last thing she wanted to see was Cane all over an eighteen-year-old girl. In a way, we were kind of in the same boat.

  I stepped past him and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. I cracked it open and took a few gulps, avoiding his eyes. I was about to make my way to the living room, but his voice stopped me mid-step.

  “So now that you’ve become best friends with Kelly, I don’t exist to you anymore?” His voice was low, but clear enough for me to hear.

  I turned to face him, tilting my head. “What makes you say that?” I played dumb.

  “You just walked right past me. You did it earlier, too, when you got back from the mall.” He rested his lower back on the edge of the counter, folding his arms across his broad chest.

  I’d been so busy avoiding him that I didn’t even realize he was wearing jeans. Cane in jeans. Such a rare sight, yet I think I loved it just a little bit more than his suits. Dark blue jeans hung low on his hips, and the black T-shirt he wore revealed most of the ink on his arms and throat. It instantly reminded me of the night Dad was shot—the night when he kissed me. Touched me. Shared forbidden words with me.

  When I took in the sight of him, my plan to keep him at a distance somewhat backfired. I could smell his expensive cologne and even spotted the defined print of his manhood in his pants. His shirt fit him snugly, molding to his abs. I had no idea how a busy man like him even had the time to develop abs.

  I blinked rapidly, pulling myself out of my lust-filled haze. “I got to know her a little better,” I said, taking a step toward him. “She’s a good person.”

  “I know she is. You knew that too.” His eyes were cloudier as they studied me.

  I dropped my head. “She was telling me how you guys met…and that she loves you but knows you don’t feel the same. I instantly felt bad for her…and for all the things I did behind her back with you
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  “The things you did,” he repeated with a soft growl to his voice. “You mean the things that made your pussy wet while you did them?”

  I picked my head up, focusing on him. He’d pushed off the counter and was looking me up and down like he was ready to eat me alive.

  “If you don’t love her, why stay with her?” I asked quietly. “Stop wasting her time.”

  He narrowed his eyes, and as if my statement had punched him in the gut, he looked to the right, away from me. He was quiet for a beat, so quiet I could hear Mom and Dad’s shower running.

  “Come with me,” he ordered lightly. He walked past me, going for the door that led out to the pool. He made his way out, and I blew a breath, looking over my shoulder before following behind him.

  It was still warm outside, and also a little humid. I thought about my hair, and how frizzy it would get if I stayed out here for too long.

  “Cane, what are we doing out here?”

  He kept walking, going past the sitting area made of wicker and plush white cotton, until he reached a door. He opened it, turned on a light switch, and stepped inside. My eyes stretched wider when I realized where we were.

  “Holy shit.” We were in a home theater. There was a large projection screen plastered to the north wall and a projector in the aisle between the reclining leather seats.

  A popcorn maker was pushed up against the back wall, as well as a counter that was topped with a bowl of various candies and goodies. Beneath the counter was a stack of movies. I had a feeling I was going to make good use of this place with Frankie during the rest of our stay.

  Cane took a step aside, closing the door quietly as I scanned the room again. “You have to pay extra to have access to this room,” he said. “Derek wasn’t up for paying for it, but I knew you would like it, so I gave him the money to get it.”

  “Wow. Thanks, Cane, but you didn’t have to do that.” I turned to face him but he was already looking at me. “What?” I asked, tucking my hair behind my ear. I was nervous now. He was looking at me like I had two heads. Did I look bad? Did I not put on enough makeup? Had my hair become a ball of frizz from that short walk here? “What? Stop looking at me like that and say what’s on your mind already.”

  His stare switched then, to that same searing hot gaze he always used—the gaze that awakened my soul and made me feel my pulse in every sensitive part of my body.

  I realized what this was right away.

  He wanted to show me this room himself. He wanted me to know he’d gotten it just for me, but he also wanted something else. Needed something else.

  Before I could completely process this moment, Cane took a step toward me, grabbed me by the waist, picked me up like I was the weight of a feather, and pressed my back to the wall. His chest warmed mine, his groin sinking between my legs. Without warning, his mouth swept over my neck, nipping, sucking, and biting.

  I didn’t know where this was coming from, but I refused to stop him. No matter how much the guilt swallowed me up, or how badly I knew we needed to quit this before I ended up hurting my parents or even Kelly, I didn’t stop. He’d gotten me when my walls had crumbled, and he didn’t give a damn about stepping over the bricks in order to catch me.

  I sighed and twisted my fingers in his hair, the heel of my sandals digging into his lower back. He groaned, bringing his mouth up to my ear.

  “Why the fuck can’t I stay away from you?” he growled. “Why? I don’t fucking get it.”

  “I don’t know,” I breathed. I really didn’t know why Cane couldn’t resist me. Kelly was much more mature, and she was very pretty. She was any man’s dream girl. She kept in great shape, ate well, and knew how to cook, too…but he seemed to want me more.

  Was it because he knew he couldn’t have me? Did the forbidden thrill him just as much as it thrilled me? Or did he just like that I was untouched and uneducated about sex, and wanted to teach me all the dirty things?

  “All I want to do is touch you. Taste you. I’ve never been this fucking weak for a girl in all my life.” He sucked on the lobe of my ear and I shivered. He took a step back, placing me on my feet. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, breathing quickly.

  I frowned a little. “W-what?”

  “Get on your knees, Kandy.”

  My brows stitched but I didn’t hesitate. It was a dream of mine to please him—to give him whatever he wanted, no matter how bad he was for me.

  I lowered to my knees, and on the way down I noticed how hard he was. His cock was pushing on the fabric, trying to break through the jeans.

  “Unzip my pants.”

  I unzipped them, and he pushed them down just enough to reveal his hard, angry, beautiful cock. Veins ran along the length of him, straight down to the round, thick tip that was glistening with pre-cum. Kelly hadn’t pleased him since we arrived in Destin. I could tell. He was way too hard, like he hadn’t fucked in weeks.

  I would never forget how big he was. So big that it frightened and thrilled me all the same. He didn’t have the size or girth of a beginner. He was fully developed and intimidating as hell. I was sure I would cry tears of joy when he entered me for the first time, and then cry out in pure bliss when I adjusted around his size and came all over him.

  “What now?” I whispered, looking up.

  “I’m sure you know what to do.”

  My tongue ran over my lips, and I leaned forward, kissing the tip of his cock. He shuddered and groaned, closing his eyes like he couldn’t handle my teasing—like he would explode if I didn’t hurry up.

  I started to lift a hand to hold his waist, but he shook his head, lightly pushing my hand away. “No hands. I only want your mouth.”

  I focused on him, enjoying the instruction. I spread my lips apart and wrapped them around his tip. He let out a hard, heavy sigh, glaring down at me.

  “Suck,” he rasped. “But be quick. They’ll be looking for us soon.”

  I nodded and brought him deeper into my mouth, making his cock slick. I leaned back and then mounted forward again, hungry for another taste. He tasted clean and fresh, like he’d showered not too long ago, and his flesh ran smoothly through my lips.

  He sighed heavily, over and over again, his breaths becoming more and more shallow with every mouthful. I lowered myself to suck his balls too and he hissed through clamped teeth.

  “Shit, Kandy,” he groaned. “Do that again.”

  I did it again, and he groaned even louder, his body tensing up.

  It was hard not being able to use my hands, but I did it, and I felt like a professional. Like I was a master at giving blowjobs. I felt confident, eager, and ready for my grand prize. The prize was to have every illicit drop of his cum.

  With that in mind, I didn’t stop. It only fueled me.

  So I sucked faster. Head bobbing, throat constricting as I gagged. He loved when I gagged. Every time I did, he’d thrust forward, trying to see how long I could last without breathing.

  I don’t know how I ended up with my back against the wall, or how Cane ended up with his palm pressed to it. He had his other hand on top of my head and was thrusting forward and backward into my mouth now.

  “Oh yeah, baby. Stay just like that. Let me fuck this gorgeous face.”

  I stayed still, mouth wide open for him. Faint tears crept to the corners of my eyes, but this wasn’t torture to me at all. No, this was the satisfaction of submission. This was exactly what he wanted—what I wanted. I knew it. He knew it. All I wanted to do was give myself to him. Please him. Do everything to, for, and with him.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” he said when I was about to shut them. “Look at me while I feed you my cum.” His voice was a near growl, raspy and thick. It was foreign to me. I’d never heard him this way, so feral. A true savage.

  His nostrils flared, and the hand he had on my head was bringing it forward until my lips were pressed to his pelvis and his cock was touching the back of my throat. I heaved hard.

  Heaved again.
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  I was about to lift my hands and plead for a little breath, but he said, “I’m close, Kandy. Don’t. Fucking. Move.” By his tense tone, I could hear how close he was—could feel it by how hard and thick he’d become in my mouth. I toughed it out.

  He jerked back, giving me a few seconds to reclaim oxygen, and then he thrust himself back into my mouth again. “Breathe through your nose,” he ordered, voice tight. And I did. It helped. I could breathe. Could focus. “Fuck, your throat feels so good,” he groaned.

  I could feel his eruption starting, moving from the base, and building up, pulsing between my lips. He came in a matter of seconds. It was an intense orgasm, so intense that he was cursing repeatedly beneath his breath and had even squeezed his eyes shut.

  “Fuck,” he cursed one more time. A taste of him landed on my tongue when he jerked back a bit. I swallowed as quickly as I could, moaning while remembering to breathe through my nose.

  Finally releasing his grip on my head, he groaned, pressing his forehead to the wall. I pulled back just a little, sucking him clean, making his entire body shiver with satisfaction.

  “You’re too good,” he said through a low chuckle, revealing two straight rows of white teeth. “Too fucking good, Bits.”

  I stared at him. He was so beautiful from this angle. The chiseled jaw, slight stubble, and pink lips. “You have a nice smile,” I told him. “Maybe you should show it more often.”

  He pushed off the wall and grabbed my hand, helping me stand. “Not a chance.” He stared at me as he fixed his jeans. I tried to fix my hair, my jumpsuit—anything that would help me avoid the awkwardness of the aftermath.

  “What are we doing?” I finally asked, taking a step back.

  He blinked and dropped his head, looking toward the popcorn stand. “I have no fucking clue, Kandy Cane.”

  I smiled. I couldn’t help myself. I loved that name so much. “I’ll be in college soon, you know.”

  “Yeah, I know. Indiana is far as hell from here.”