Loving Mr. Cane: Cane Series #3
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“I fucking love you,” he breathed in my ear, our bodies sagging.
I turned my head, and somehow his lips found mine. Our mouths connected, and my pussy clenched around his semi-hard cock. He groaned, massaging my breasts in his palms. “I love you more,” I whispered.
“That’s impossible, baby.”
That same day, we had victory sex two more times, in two different parts of the house: his office and in the bathroom. Each time was better than the last, and by nightfall, we were raw, exhausted, and mostly satisfied. Cane said work could wait, and curled up with me in our bed to watch a movie. To many people it may not have seemed like much, but to me it was everything—he was here, and I was smiling, and there was no better place to be than in his arms.
Were Cane and I perfect? Hell no, but we were happy and in love, and at the end of every single day—no matter how hard things got or how trying it seemed—being happy and in love was all that mattered to me, and only a fool would try and convince me to think otherwise.
Chapter Thirty-Six
KANDY
Two Years Later
If someone had told the nine-year-old girl on the tire swing, with the Chucks and rainbow socks on, that the man smoking in front of her house would turn out to be her soulmate, she would have laughed right in their face and told them they were wrong.
Yet, there I was, sitting on a beach in Belize, like Cane had promised me, sipping on a frozen margarita, with that beautifully twisted man at my side. It felt good being twenty-one. I felt a more equal status with Cane since I could actually go to bars and clubs without worrying about age or restrictions.
He and I had a lot of fun over the past two years. Of course he still worked hard and left town often, but during the moments when he was back, I cherished his presence. I made sure to take opportunities with him. To travel with him, even with school in the way. We mostly did our traveling when I had breaks, or during the summer.
Right now it was mid-June, and I was lying beneath one of the shady blue umbrellas, enjoying the warm air and crisp splashes of water from the ocean whenever the wind blew. We’d been planning this trip to Belize for a little over a year now.
“You deserve another getaway,” he’d told me one night when I was studying. “You’ve been working hard.”
“We both have,” I said. “But what about Belize?”
Of course I was only kidding, but he’d considered it done the moment I mentioned it. Now we were here, and it was nothing short of amazing. We sunbathed and drank and had lazy sex in our overwater bungalow. We ate out every single night, and drank some more. It was the perfect romantic getaway.
The sun began to sink and we packed up, walking back to our bungalow hand-in-hand. I tossed my beach bag down on the patio, and we both went to shower together before catching a meal.
That night over dinner, I had many questions to ask him. For some reason, our little getaway made me think, and not just about the positives, but some of the negatives too. Of course, the negatives nagged at me the most, and since our trip would be coming to an end in two days, I figured asking that night would have been best.
When our food arrived, I asked, “Do you ever just sit and think about our future? Like how one day you’ll be sixty and I’ll be forty-ish?”
He looked up from his lobster and into my eyes. “Hmm…no. I don’t really think about the age aspect too much anymore.”
“It doesn’t scare you to know, though?” I urged.
“Not at all,” he said, then bit into his bread roll. “Does it scare you?”
“No.” I shook my head, holding back on a smile. “I just wonder if you’ll even want me five or ten years from now.” The music changed to a calmer, soothing one. It was like jazz music, but with a hint of R&B.
“Kandy,” he said, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. “I will never get tired of you. Don’t make excuses now. You’re stuck with me for life.”
I giggled as he kissed the back of my hand.
“But now that you mention it,” he sighed, “if I’m sixty or seventy and can’t get it up, that’ll scare the fuck out of me.”
My eyes stretched and I burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh my gosh! Why?”
“Because I need to be able to please my woman at all times—liver spots, dentures, and all. I should probably start looking into Viagra if I can’t, just in case.”
“Oh my goodness!” I laughed as he grinned. “You are insane.”
He released my hand to take a sip of his sweet tea. I took a bite of my shrimp, still looking into his eyes.
“So…what about having kids one day? Do you still not want them?” That was the main question on my mind. I didn’t bring kids up much since he found out my truth. Not because I had forgotten, but because I didn’t want to ruin our perfect moments by making him or myself feel bad.
He sighed and his gaze lowered a bit. “I’d love to have them with you.”
“But you can’t.” I dropped my head, but he reached across the table to tip my chin. “Says who? Just because one doctor gave you a few opinions doesn’t mean it’s set in stone, Kandy. We can always see other doctors for other opinions.”
“Yeah, but I just…I feel it, Cane. Remember that time in New York when I pretty much made you come inside me?”
He huffed a laugh. “How could I forget?”
“Well, I was ovulating that day. I had it all planned out, was hoping it would work, but nothing happened. I got my period like clockwork. I guess it doesn’t matter though. I wasn’t ready to have a kid back then anyway.”
Cane let out a long, weary sigh, then grabbed my hand to squeeze it. “Kandy, you’re still young, okay? And no way was your body fully healed then. You can’t worry yourself about that right now. You haven’t even finished school yet. You don’t even know what you want to do after you graduate. You ever think that maybe nothing happened because it wasn’t meant for it to happen just yet?”
“No,” I muttered.
“Quit sulking,” he lightly scolded, and my eyes swooped up to his. “Look, how about this: once you graduate and figure out what you’d like to do during your free time, as a career or part-time thing, we can see a doctor for another opinion, and if you really want to try, we will. I’ll find the best doctor around.”
I bit back a smile. “You’re saying you’re willing to knock me up when I’m ready?”
“I’m saying that I’ll do whatever you want me to do, as long as it puts a smile on your face. Besides,” he tilted one shoulder, shrugging. “I don’t mind the idea of having a little bundle of my own.”
“I’m not in a big rush to have a kid. I don’t know what I was thinking that night. There’s just this urge to know if I can or not, and it bothers me as a woman, you know? It’ll continue bothering me until I see something happen.”
He nodded. “I get that.”
I sipped my coconut water.
“All right. My turn to ask you a question now,” he said, voice lower.
“Sure.”
“Do you feel like you could be with me when I’m wrinkled and liver-spotted?”
“Of course I can, Cane. I love you.”
“I know you do, but I mean, really really be with me?”
My brows dipped. “I don’t understand what you mean…”
He smirked, then dropped his fork to stand up. He walked around the table, and when he was right next to me, he cupped my face in his hands and leaned over to press his lips to mine. He kissed me for a long time, his lips supple and smooth. Perfect. Pulling away, he studied my eyes, his shimmering from the decorative lights hanging above.
“Okay…let me ask you one more question. One that’ll make a little more sense.”
“What?” I asked.
Cane released my face to dig into his front pocket, and when he pulled out a velvety black box and dropped to one knee, I sucked in a sharp breath, covering my mouth as he asked the one question I had been waiting to hear since the moment I fell in l
ove with him.
“Kandy,” he said, opening the box with sweet laughter in his voice. “This might sound crazy, but will you marry me?”
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