“I love you,” I said on his mouth.
He groaned, clutching my ass. “I love you, baby.” He found my mouth again, bringing one of his hands up to hold the back of my head, tangling his fingers in the damp hair at the nape of my neck. “Love the fuck out of you,” he growled on my mouth. “Don’t forget it.”
His voice was hypnotic and deep and struck every single nerve in my body. I was so close to the top, and when he picked up his pace, sure enough, I’d reached an all-time high.
“Oh, Cane!” I cried, holding on tighter. He kept bouncing me up and down on his cock, filling me up and leaving me empty, filling me up, and driving me crazy with the slight absence. He felt so good—too good. It blew my mind that he could do this to my body—make me feel on top of the fucking world with just one orgasm.
I squeezed my eyes shut as a heavy, primal groan built up in his chest and ripped right through him. He finally stopped lifting me up and down, and squeezed me to his toned, sculpted body, moaning as he sucked on the bend of my neck.
His cock pulsed as he released, and with each throb, his body became more and more relaxed, muscles less tense, and a sigh leaving his parted lips.
“Fuck the ten minutes,” he growled. “I need more.” With me still in his arms, he carried me to the stairs of the hot tub and went into the house. He took me up to his bedroom, where we showered and made out and whispered I love you’s repeatedly, until the water ran cold.
Then after, still naked, our appetites insatiable, and our bodies still heated, Cane took me on his bed again, but before he did, he’d buried his face between my legs and ate me like I was his last meal. He devoured me whole and I came hard and swift, unable to hold back.
He slid into me with ease, cock swollen and in need, and came again, this time pulling out and grabbing my hand to yank me up swiftly and thrust his cock into my mouth.
“Hold still,” he rumbled. “I want your mouth.” He shoved his hips forward and let out a ragged breath as he drew back again, staring down at my mouth. As if the sight of having his cock in my mouth tipped him over the edge, he thrust forward once more and a harsh groan ripped through him. His hips stilled, his cock still deep down my throat, and with a heavy groan, he came, and I moaned as his warm cum spilled down my throat.
He shuddered, gripping the back of my head with one hand and my shoulder with the other, like he couldn’t hold on tight enough while he unleashed his orgasm.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned when he was empty.
He pulled his sated cock out of my mouth and I licked my lips. Bringing a hand down, he pressed his thumb on my bottom lip, a lazy smile sweeping over his mouth. “Hungry?” he asked. “For food, I mean.”
I laughed softly. “Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll grab your clothes and order something. Or we can cook? My mother doesn’t let me live with an empty fridge anymore.” He laughed, eyes softening as he stepped back. Aw. He was adorable when he spoke about his mother.
“Let’s cook,” I insisted.
“Okay, but I’m warning you now, if it’s a burnt mess, don’t be mad at me. I’m not the greatest in the kitchen. I hire people for that shit.”
I laughed. “Well, that’s okay. We’ll see what we can whip up and you can help me with the small stuff. Good thing I watched my mom cook all those dinners she made when you used to come over.”
“Ah, yeah.” He went to the closet, taking out a pair of sweatpants. “Miss those dinners.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with my cuticle. “Yeah. Me too.”
Cane walked to the door. “I’ll go get your clothes. We’ll eat then play a board game or something. How does that sound?”
“Like my kind of night.” With a small smile, I watched him go, but with every step he took, my smile fell.
It was the little things—the memories we shared—that were going to be the hardest to get over, especially the ones that involved Mom and Dad.
This was hard for him—having to live a life without them and pretend nothing was wrong. Hell, it was hard for me to still have them and him while they were all at odds.
I was stuck in the middle of it, and even though my parents didn’t know about what Cane and I had now, it still sucked to see the look on their faces while they hoped I was making better decisions.
Chapter Thirty-One
CANE
Kandy didn’t go home that night, and even though I had to wake up at six the next morning to prepare for a presentation, I was glad she’d stayed. I’d lost so much precious time with this girl. I was certain her parents were going to wonder where she was, so when she got comfortable in my bed after eating an amazing pasta dish, I told her to text her mother to let her know she was staying at Frankie’s, at least. It was a lie, but the truth would have stirred shit up again and that was the last thing I wanted for her.
She seemed happy being with me, but I still noticed this look in her eyes, as if there was a lot more wrong than what she’d told me when she first arrived. I couldn’t figure it out. She was happy, yes, but there was this swirl of sadness that couldn’t be missed. I’d catch it during her quiet moments, like she was thinking about something that was breaking her heart. I didn’t push. Just hoped she’d tell me when she was ready.
A little after midnight, she lounged on the bed with me, scrolling through her phone while I worked on my laptop. She twisted onto her stomach, yawning as she shut the screen off. “You seriously don’t sleep, huh?” she mumbled, turning sideways and resting her hands under her cheeks. Her legs brushed against mine.
“Too much work to do,” I answered, focused on the screen.
“You really should start letting loose, Cane. Working so hard is going to burn you out one day, don’t you think?”
“I’ve been working hard all my life.” My head turned a fraction, our eyes connecting. “It’s nothing new to me. If I don’t work hard, I don’t see results. That goes for anything in life, honestly.”
“Hmm…I guess you have a point. But still…you hardly take a vacation or give yourself time to relax. The least you can do is sleep.”
I smirked as she brought two fingers up and walked them across the keyboard. She didn’t press the letters, just lightly tapped over them with the pads of her fingers.
“Sure you aren’t saying all this just to get my attention?”
She grinned and dropped her hand. “Maybe you should get rid of it for the night.”
“I have a presentation in the morning. I’ll have to be updated on all of my information…” My words were meaningless. Yes, the meeting was important, but having her seduce me was much more pleasurable.
Kandy sat up and closed the lid of my laptop, then grabbed my wrist, tugging until I was on top of her.
“I’ll let you get back to work, right after you take care of me. Sound fair?” she breathed on my mouth.
“How persuasive of you,” I crooned, thrusting between her legs. The only thing holding me back was my briefs and her panties. The ridge of my cock pushed on her lace-clad pussy and she moaned. I crushed her lips and swallowed that moan, one hand sliding down the outside of her thigh while the other worked on getting her panties off. When her panties were gone, I looked down and my mouth damn near watered. She’d listened to what I’d said, keeping her pussy fresh and shaved. She was pink and glistening, her hips shifting up, eager to be used.
I kissed my way down her body, leaving sweet drops on the nipples that were barely concealed by the white T-shirt she borrowed from me. I kissed between her breasts and down to her stomach. She tensed when I hovered over her pussy.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, purposely breathing on her.
She shuddered, bucking her hips upward, trying to get closer to my mouth, but I made sure to keep just enough distance to make her writhe. She groaned, fed up with my teasing. I laughed.
“You know I’m not patient, Cane,” she breathed.
“Your impatience satisfies me,” I admitted. “Lets me know that it will
be a while before you stop wanting me.”
She picked the back of her head up to stare down at me, and her fingers ran through my hair as she said, “I’ll never stop wanting you.”
“How can you be so sure, baby?” I watched her eyes carefully.
She wanted to be serious, but when her eyes flickered down and she realized how close my mouth was to her exposed cunt, she let out a shaky breath and said, “I just know it.” She dropped her hand to rest on her elbows. Still peering down at me, she asked, “Will you stop wanting me?”
I licked my lips and dropped my eyes. She was about to speak again, but I cut her sentence short, sliding the tip of my tongue through the slit of her pussy. She was fresh and sweet and fucking perfect. My tongue plunged into her cunt and she let out a heavy moan, her fingers curling in my hair.
There was no way in hell I was going to stop wanting her. How? How could I stop wanting a woman who drove me crazy? How could I stop wanting someone who brought me peace and made me whole? How could I stop wanting a woman who always felt like she belonged to me? How could I stop wanting a woman who tasted so magnificent? I watched her get riled up with just my tongue in her pussy and it was like fucking magic. Her hips rotated, shifting up and down and then round in circles, her moans becoming shrill cries.
“I’m close,” she pleaded. “Cane.” She clutched a handful of my hair and squeezed, grinding her pussy on my tongue, bringing herself higher and taking what she needed. I loved when she got greedy—when it became too much to bear and she was in need of release immediately.
It didn’t take long for her to come. In a matter of seconds her body locked up, her grip tightened in my hair, and she was calling my name like her life depended on it.
I lapped my tongue around her delicate clit before grazing down and curling my tongue around the hole I was eager to be inside of. She shuddered with satisfaction, her body much more relaxed.
I pushed up, straining like hell in my briefs. I was about to rest between her legs, but she forced me onto my back, pressing a palm flat on my chest. I grunted as she rested on one elbow and slid the hand that was on my chest, down to my briefs.
“We’re doing that now?” I inquired, voice thick, husky.
She chewed on her bottom lip then lowered her body, pulling my briefs down just enough to reveal my cock. I was hard as hell, veins bulging, head swollen. The tip glistened with cum and Kandy dropped her head, sliding her flat tongue around it and licking it away.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. She gripped the base of my cock, suckling on the tip. It felt so fucking good, her velvety tongue swirling around the ridge of the head where it was most sensitive.
She pulled back up, pressing her body to mine, her hand still gripping my cock. With hooded eyes, I focused on hers, letting her take the lead. She kissed me once. Twice. She did it again and again until the simple pecks transitioned to deeper kisses and moans and groans and tongue locking. Through it all, she pumped my cock with ease, grip still tight, the pad of her thumb skimming over the slit, where pre-cum beaded up.
The kiss broke as she jacked my cock faster and faster, and my whole body tensed as she kept her face hovered above mine, teasing me with her mouth, knowing I wanted to kiss her, but refusing to give it to me. I knew what this was—her own sweet, twisted version of payback. I’d teased her, and now she was returning the favor in the best way possible.
Her hand ran fluidly up and down my cock. I groaned loudly the faster she went, bringing the hand that was behind her, up to her hair. I clutched it tight and she moaned, dropping her face again and crushing my lips. And with her mouth on mine, our tongues colliding and my cock begging for release, I came.
A harsh groan tore through my entire body, starting from the pit of my belly and rushing out.
“Oh, shit, baby,” I growled on her mouth. I shuddered as I came, spilling all over her hand. I glanced down when she pulled her mouth away to look, and sure enough, her hand was soaked with my cum.
She looked up with a bashful smile, kissing me once more, still gently stroking my sated cock. Only she could do something so fucking filthy and make it seem like a mindless, innocent act.
“To answer your question from before,” I mumbled on her lips. “I’m almost certain that I will never stop wanting you.” I cupped a hand around the back of her neck, bringing her mouth down to mine again. “You’re all I want, Kandy Cane. All I need.”
She gently sucked on my bottom lip, making my dick spasm. “And to answer your question…ever since I can remember, you’ve been the only person I truly wanted. That’s how I know I will never stop wanting you.” Her eyes softened. “We will make this work.”
Yeah.
I hoped so.
Chapter Thirty-Two
KANDY
Thanksgiving break went by much faster than I had anticipated.
I’d spent most of it with Cane. I constantly lied to my parents about going to hang out at Frankie’s or going to shop with her. Not that it was a complete lie. “I did hang out with Frankie, even if it wasn’t as often as I’d liked. She had to start working after her mom lost her job, which only made lying to my parents worse. I didn’t tell them about Frankie’s mom, and if Frankie stopped by, I asked her not to mention it to them.
I only had two and a half weeks of school left for the semester. I studied like hell for my exams and was so glad those two weeks flashed by. I flew back home five days before Christmas, mostly eager to be reunited with Cane.
Despite the secrets, Cane and I felt freer, which was strange.
He told me that Kelly was still around, which I hated, but understood. She wasn’t around-around—more like constantly calling and texting.
He couldn’t just ditch her after finding out about her being in the same rehab as his mother. It was becoming this sticky web between him and Kelly. She knew things about him, and now he knew things about her. At the moment, it was a matter of who would snitch and ruin things first. The heat of that left Cane on edge most of the time.
I noticed it during the moments when he thought I wasn’t watching. His phone would buzz or ring and his jaw would flex, proving that she was most likely calling. I hated seeing him in such a dilemma, but was glad that he had me, Lora, and even his mother there to support him and push him through it.
On Christmas, I opened presents with my parents and then devoured some hot cocoa and chocolate chip pancakes. The thing I loved about Christmas was that it left us in a feel-good mood. It was a perfect day.
Unfortunately, Dad didn’t get as many days off, so he went into work that afternoon. Mom had some work to do from home and had a lot to catch up on, so I dropped off my gift for Frankie, and then took the gift I’d hidden in my trunk for Cane, to him. It wasn’t much. Just a tie with candy canes on it, which he got a real kick out of. The funniest part was that he wore it to work the next day and had even taken a selfie and sent it to me, just for my viewing pleasure. I couldn’t lie, he was a handsome devil.
On the last night of my winter break, Cane had planned a dinner. He invited me over, and I had asked if I could bring Frankie with me. She was off that night and I missed my best friend. It would be the last time we hung out for a while, so yes, I dragged her with me. Cane was more than okay with her being there, seeing as I trusted Frankie with my life.
“So is it just sex with Cane or is it getting serious?” Frankie asked in the passenger seat. I was driving while she scrolled through her phone.
I didn’t know if it was because I hadn’t spent much time with her since school started, or if I was so wrapped up in Cane and hiding him that I hadn’t really paid attention to her, but something seemed way off with Frankie. Her hair was no longer the spunky colors she’d loved. It was dyed black and her eyes were sadder. I’d constantly asked her what was wrong, but she would always blame it on her mom losing her dream job and not making enough money, and how tired she was, but it felt like something much deeper to me. She’d lost the spunk and fire I knew too well. She w
as tame now, eerily calm if I was being honest. She was my best friend, though. I knew she’d cave and tell me when she was ready.
“I don’t think it’s just sex anymore,” I answered, making a left turn. “It feels real now. Almost too real…if that makes any sense.”
Frankie straightened in her seat. “What do you mean by ‘too real’?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s a little different now because when we’re together, nothing interrupts it. We have so much free time on our hands and I’m learning so much about him and what he likes…it’s just interesting, I suppose.”
“Do you think it will last?” she inquired.
That question really got to me. Like I’d said, I had my doubts, but lately, Cane and I felt like we were growing closer together, not further apart. “I’m…just taking it day by day.”
“God,” she groaned. “The sneaking around must be getting exhausting, but I totally get why you’re doing it.” She shifted in her seat, running a hand over the screen of her phone. “You don’t ever think that…maybe it’s only temporary? Or like maybe it’s just the thrill of it that makes you want him so much?” I looked her way when I stopped at a stoplight. Her eyes were dead serious, her lips pressed thin.
“I…always question that. But I’ve known Cane for too long to think of it as just a thrill anymore. Is it exciting to be with him? Yes. But it’s always been exciting to be around him. At least to me it has.”
“Hmm.” She lowered her gaze again.
“Frank,” I said through a forced laugh. “What is going on with you?”
She snapped her gaze up. “Nothing, I swear. I’m fine, K.J.!”
“Are you sure? You know I hate pushing for answers, but I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me. Is it because we don’t get to hang out as much anymore?”
“No.” She laughed. “Maybe you’re just paranoid because you’re still banging your dad’s ex-best friend and thinking the whole world knows about it, when really only like five people do?”
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