I huffed out a breath, shocked at the disappointment that washed over me. From habit, I took off my boots and socks — I wasn’t allowed to wear them at home — left them by the door and moved to the kitchen area afraid to say out loud the thought that popped into my head. He joined me and opened a cupboard, pulling out a couple of cans.
“Looks like there’s beans, corn, and tuna,” he said. “Beans okay?”
“What? No shit?” I asked and raised an eyebrow.
He quirked his lips and sized me up and down making me feel warm and tingly. “Don’t be judging the quality of the beans or my cooking skills too soon,” he said.
I laughed. “I’m not sure heating beans counts as cooking.”
He crossed his arms, gave me a stern look, and pressed his lips together. I could imagine how intimidating it would be if he’d turned the same look on someone else, but it just made me laugh even harder. “I have to open the can and heat the contents,” he said in earnest.
“Oh, that’s right. I stand corrected. Just be careful not to burn them. I’m starving and could eat a horse.”
He stiffened and placed the cans too carefully on the countertop. The muscles in his neck corded the way they had the night before. When he looked as though he might punch the cupboard door the way I’d seen some men on the TV do, I wondered if I’d overstepped my mark and said the wrong thing. But something told me his anger wasn’t directed my way. After a moment, he got control of whatever emotions warred inside him and opened a drawer before pulling out a can opener.
“There’s some bowls over there,” he said, motioning to another cupboard.
I sighed, sorry that my careless words had changed the atmosphere between us, grabbed the bowls, and placed them next to the stove, while Cane emptied the beans into a can and heated them.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. Beans are perfect and more than enough.”
He took in a deep breath before huffing it out. “It’s not the beans. Last night, you wondered if Bono was a veterinary surgeon and you were a horse.”
Oh, and I’d just said I could eat a horse.
I racked my brain trying to remember what else I’d done or said last night, but nothing came. Only the image of Daniel standing before me, and I never wanted to think about that again. I pushed his face aside and focused on Cane’s. “I’m sorr—”
“You really fucking have to stop apologizing.”
I bit my tongue to stop myself from apologizing for apologizing and asked where the spoons were instead. Cane pointed to a drawer and then poured the heated beans into the two bowls before taking them over to the table.
We ate in silence. Although I tried not to stare, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Cane. Everything about him seemed intense. His beard, and tattoos. His broad shoulders and chest. Not to mention his arms as big as tree trunks. I pictured myself running at him full force and falling flat on my back without causing him to huff out a breath. He was enormous, and easily the sexiest guy alive. One glance and I could tell he knew exactly how to use his powerful body and had the stamina to go all night. The thought of my bare skin touching his made my heart skip a beat. My every sense tingled with a mixture of anticipation and fear. But I wasn’t afraid. Not of him.
After he finished eating, he placed his spoon in his bowl and sat back in the chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest again. From the look he gave me, I knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. “At some point, we’re gonna need to talk about what happened,” he said. “About who that fucker was.”
“I know.” Although I’d been starving and still had some beans in my bowl, my appetite fled, and I placed my spoon down too. “The man who... who—”
“The one from last night. He your pimp or something?”
I gave him a wry smile. “The one from last night. His name is Daniel. Daniel King. He’s my stepbrother.”
It felt fine to talk about him at that moment, I was still slightly detached from reality; the one benefit of the ketamine he’d given me. The only thing that seemed real and made me feel alive was the way Cane looked at me.
He tensed his fists until his knuckles whitened, and the muscles in his arms twitched. “He give you the tracker?” he asked.
Despite my numbness, I held back the tears that threatened to flow and shook my head. “That was a present my Mom. The last gift she ever gave me.” I stood and took my bowl to the kitchen area.
Cane appeared beside me. My hand flew to my mouth and I released a sob. I was so stupid, so pathetic. Nothing could stop the tears as they fell now, and without thinking, I leaned into Cane, wanting more than anything for him to wrap his arms around me and make everything okay. He did, and we stayed like that for countless minutes, neither of us moving or saying a word. Only when I felt the stirring on his cock did my tears subsided. I lifted my head and looked into his deep brown eyes, willing him to make a move.
“You must be tired,” he said, drawing back. “We should get some rest.”
Chapter Seven
Cane
Fuck!
I needed a cold shower or something. Thea was distraught and all I could think about was how perfect she felt in my arms. How tight she’d feel around my cock.
When I felt my thick cock getting hard, I pulled away and suggested we get some rest, but fuck if I didn’t picture throwing her down on the bed and burying my head in her delightful pussy.
In any other situation, I’d do just that.
When she looked up at me, her eyes were dripping with desire. She stepped back, bit her lip, and removed her jeans before kicking them across the floor.
My gaze focused on her demure mouth. I sure as hell knew where I wanted it to go.
Oh, fuck me, woman. What the hell are you doing to me?
I growled, wanting to explore every inch of her, and from the way she acted, I knew for certain my touch wasn’t unwanted. Still, I’d promised Cherrie, ‘not an unwanted finger’. The thought made me want to plunge my fingers deep inside her, but still, I had to be sure.
“What do you want?” I asked.
She backed against the wall and pulled me towards her. In nothing but that stupid oversized T-shirt, she looked every inch the most fuckable thing on the planet.
She moved her head close and brushed her lips against mine. “I want you.”
Fuck me!
All trace of innocence disappeared, and a fuck-goddess replaced it.
Chapter Eight
Thea
When Cane had suggested we get some rest, the only thing I wanted to do was have him in that bed with me. Although, I didn’t think I could wait to get him upstairs. I’d felt the bulge in his pants. The size of his erection as it skimmed my belly. I needed to know what it felt like.
I kicked my jeans across the floor as he stood staring at my mouth. God, I needed to know what he tasted like.
When he growled, a predatory smile played on his lips, and a thrill rushed through my body, making me want to scream and demand that he do whatever he wanted to me.
“What do you want?” he asked as though it wasn’t obvious.
The brush of my lips against his somehow made my core tingle. “I want you,” I answered.
It seemed an eternity before he gently ran his fingers along my chin and brushed my lips. Heat pulsed between my legs. I opened my mouth wanting him to push them inside, but instead, he filled it with his tongue. I lost myself in his sweet taste of honey and beans. His earthy scent made me think his wild home reflected his wild nature.
I shuddered, and Cane pushed against me, tight, pinning me to the wall. I felt the beat of his heart through the contact. The silky softness of his lips and the tickle of his beard stood in sharp contrast to the feel of his chiseled chest beneath my hands. I wanted to feel the touch of his bare flesh.
I tried to speak, but lost all ability when he pushed his knee between my legs.
His tongue probed my mouth. The muscles in my core clenched in need. I wasn’t p
ure. My virginity was the one thing I made sure Daniel could never take from me. But that one time was terrifying. I’d been a shy, nervous wreck. Now, my body ached intensely for Cane’s touch. I wanted him too bad to feel nervous about what I was doing.
He grasped my hair and pulled it back, before dipping to my neck and breathing me in. Fire flooded through my veins, and blood roared through my ears. “You’re mine,” he said as though claiming me.
Yes, I am!
His lips trailed down my neck and my temperature spiked. I’d been hot before, but now I felt like a volcano about to erupt. I sensed his power as a low growl built in his chest and the need between my legs grew heavier.
Firm hands gripped my arms and pinned them above my head. Cane kissed my mouth, my neck; he nipped at my earlobe. His warm breath caressed my skin as his beard tickled it. He pushed the hardness of his cock against me.
I ached to release it from the burden of his leather pants, but with my hands above my head all I could do is let out a low frustrated growl of my own. His one hand enveloped both of mine, keeping them in place. The other reached under my T-shirt and beneath my bra.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he said, making me blush.
Trembling, I bit my lip to keep from crying out, while Cane brushed his thumb in a slow circle over my nipple. Both tightened in anticipation.
I imagined him sucking them into his mouth while his cock slid between my folds. My core clenched, wishing there was something to clench against. His cock, his fingers, anything. I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed to feel him inside me, not more teasing. I tried to pull away from the wall and reach towards him, but he pushed me back, brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Don’t move.”
With that, he pulled back, panting, and I realized his need was as great as mine. His long dark eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, fanning my desire as his eyes devoured my lips. My body trembled with a need so great I thought my legs would buckle beneath me. I resisted the urge to lower my arms or close my eyes, afraid that the slightest movement would make Cane disappear and I’d discover his presence nothing but a dream.
Inch by agonizing inch, he pulled my T-shirt and bra over my head, wrapped them around my wrists, binding my arms before, once again, pinning them above my head. I closed my eyes as his other hand moved to the band of my panties.
I moaned, urging him to go lower. “I’ve wanted to do this since you first fucking walked into the room at the bar,” he said, before touching me where I needed him to most. He circled my clit, making me twitch and squirm with need. “All I want to do is put my hard fucking wood in your pussy and pound until you scream in release.”
A wave of nervous energy flushed through me and I trembled at his words. He pulled his hand away, leaving me bereft, and pushed my panties to the floor. I stood pinned against the wall, naked before him, while he stood fully dressed before me. Hardly fair, in the circumstance. Not when I wanted to look at his perfect form.
I felt exposed in a way I never had before. Goosebumps rose on my skin and my nipples tightened. Noticing, he teased the taught buds with his tongue, moving from one breast to the other. I arched into him.
“I need you,” I said.
He looked up at me for a second before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking, hard, causing a tsunami of sensation to explode inside me.
“Oh, God.” I groaned and tried to catch my breath. Cane responded by nipping and sucking on my bud until I couldn’t stand it any longer and said as much between panted breaths.
His lips twitched in a smile as he looked at me and slid his hand over my mound. He teased my clit. My pulse beat between my legs like a war drum. I wanted to reach out, grab onto his hard body, but didn’t move my hands as he teased at my entrance.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he said with no hint of surprise in his voice. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside me.
My core clenched around his fingers as they slid deep within me, moving faster and faster, building the friction I needed to find release.
“Tell me what you want?” he asked as he pumped my sopping core and circled my clit with his thumb. Pleasure built and I arched into his fingers. “Tell me what you want?” he said again almost growling the words.
I could never have imagined a man could give without taking. I’d not laid a hand on Cane. He’d spent all this time playing with me, and now he asked what I wanted. He couldn’t be real.
“More,” I groaned.
Cane stopped, withdrew his fingers and kissed my mouth deeply. “What do you want?” he said again.
“I want you.” My eyes rested on the giant bulge in his leather pants. “Please.”
Cane unfastened his pants and his cock sprang free, sending an extra ripple of pleasure flooding to my core.
“Fuck Me,” I said and hissed in a breath at the size of him. “That is never going to fit.” His cock was at least ten inches, as hard as steel, and to my eyes at that moment seemed as thick as his arms. I couldn’t take my eyes from it.
Cane smiled. “That’s the plan, and yes, it is. You’re mine, remember? Which means you’re fucking made for me and me for you.” He lined himself up and teased his bulbous head against my entrance.
My core twitched. He lifted me slightly. Trembling, I shifted my hips closer to his, pleading for him to spear me. My heart felt as though it knocked against my ribcage, but still, he teased, moving forward little by little with agonizing slowness, before withdrawing.
I wanted to howl in frustration, but, “I need... I need...” was all that came out.
With each movement, he stretched me to fit him. Again and again, he pushed inside. Until, at last, a surge of pleasure blasted through me when he impaled me with one complete thrust.
“Oh God,” I moaned as my core finally clenched around his full hardness. Cane lifted one of my legs and then the other, wrapping them around his waist. He slipped his hands around my bottom.
He traced fiery kisses down my neck as he pummeled into me hard and fast, driving my backside against the wall. My breath caught and my heart beat so fast, I thought it might jump right out of my body. Still, he pumped into me, pinning me against the wall.
“Fuck, woman! You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he said. “I want to fuck you all day and all night long.”
“What’s stopping you?” I never wanted this to end.
He growled, and although I didn’t think it was possible, plunged deeper. I cried out and dropped my bound hands over his head. I was coming apart and nothing could stop me. I lifted my hips asking for more and he gave it.
I quivered. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my muscles clamped around his cock. I convulsed with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.
“I love it when you fucking cuss,” he said and claimed my lips, hard and fast, the way his cock claimed my core.
He buried himself deep inside, and my senses went into overdrive, igniting my whole body with fiery delight. The sparks of pleasure building within my core exploded, black dots danced in front of my eyes, but Cane didn’t stop. Holding me in place, he pounded into me. I clung to his head, pulling it to my breast and shuddered out my pleasure. My core spasmed and pulsed, milking his cock until animalistic moans escaped his lips.
He pulled out, spilling his seed on my stomach, then rested his head on my bosom and panted. After a moment, he lifted it and looked at me. “You are fucking unbelievable,” he said and kissed me again. “Fuck am I ever letting you go.”
Chapter Nine
Cane
This woman was everything. Her warm pussy welcomed my cock and hugged it nice and tight. I gave it to her good and hard, but even after I bathed her in my seed, I needed more. I needed to taste her.
With her hands still bound behind my head, I grabbed onto her ass to keep her legs wrapped around my waist and spun her around.
She squealed, and a look of delight flushed her face. Her perfect round tit
s pushed against my chest and I wished for all the world, I’d taken my clothes off so I could feel them against my bare skin. But I’d been too needy to wait.
I took her over to the rug by the fire, laid her down, and unbound her hands after unhooking them from my head. I wanted her fingers to trace every part of my body. Standing, I took off my jacket and T-shirt, and used the T-shirt to mop up the remainder of my cum from her stomach. Her eyes kept drifting to my cock and the thought of me plunging it into her again made me instantly hard.
Leaving her lying on the floor, I stood over her and removed the rest of my clothing, kicking off my boots and pants. She bit her bottom lip in the most adorable fucking way as she watched me wide-eyed.
A growl escaped my lips. “I’m gonna make you come so fucking much, you’re gonna beg me to stop.”
“Promises. Promises,” she said as though challenging me.
A huge motherfucking grin split my face. I was more than up to the challenge.
She moaned as I pushed her legs open and revealed her pussy in all its perfect glory. “Fuck. I bet you taste as good as you look,” I said and kneeled between her legs.
She raised an eyebrow and reached for my thick cock. “I’ve been thinking the same thing about you.”
My cock twitched just thinking about having those pouty lips wrapped around it, but I pushed her hand away. “Me first.”
She laughed and it seemed as though my dingy cabin filled with light. I spread her legs further apart and lowered my head. Her breath hitched, making me smile again, and goosebumps rose on her flesh where my beard touched. I couldn’t wait to see how her body reacted to my tongue.
“I’m gonna eat you out until you squirt.”
“More promises,” she said, feigning boredom.
I nipped at the inside of her thigh, and she yelped, but her legs moved further apart. “You like that,” I said and nipped her again before pulling apart her folds and running my tongue up and down her slit.
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