Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane 1)

I couldn’t stop looking at her. My cock was so hard. So fucking hard. I was straining now, dying to unleash myself—thrust my dick through her pouty lips until I felt the back of her throat.

“Let me please you, Cane. The way you really want to be pleased. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

My head swayed side to side, and I finally squeezed my eyes shut. I grabbed her arm blindly and hauled her up, jerking her against me, her nipples hard and digging into my chest. “You really want to please me?” My voice was gruff.

“Yes,” she pleaded.

“Then be a good girl, listen to me, and go to your room. We can’t do this here.”

She dropped her eyes to my lips again. She wanted to kiss me so badly.

“What is it that you want, Bits?” I asked as she breathed raggedly.

“You, Cane. All of you.”

“My lips?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“One kiss,” I told her, and she didn’t hesitate. She clasped my face in her hands and forced her mouth on mine.

I gripped her face between my fingers, forcing her back. She whimpered, and that whimper alone made me want to tear her clothes off and bend her over the guardrail. If only we were alone.

“Don’t be greedy,” I crooned. “Savor it. Enjoy it. Feel me.”

She sighed and nodded, and I took the lead this time. I held her face in my hands, bringing my lips down and kissing her slowly at first.

I deepened the kiss, and she moaned like I was making love to her. I pulled back, staring down at her lust-filled eyes. “Quiet,” I instructed, and she bobbed her head rapidly, leaning in for more. Our lips connected and then her tongue tried to find mine. I allowed it to come through. Our tongues clashed and danced, pirouetted and coiled, and it was me who had to fight a moan next.

She wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, being greedy again. This time, I didn’t mind. She was young and still learning. I wanted to teach her everything about her body—that patience and control was a virtue that could be practiced, even during kisses and sex.

I kept hold of her face, breaking the kiss again. She had her eyes halfway open, searching for my lips, desperate for them. Dropping my head, I thrust my tongue through her full lips again and groaned as quietly as possible. Her fingers curled in my shirt, her breaths ragged and rushed as her other hand tightened around the back of my neck.

I was a goddamn fool. Reckless and stupid all over again. Only she could do this to me. Little Kandy Jennings. I don’t know how she always pushed me to break my own rules. Kissing her felt like I was both drowning and breathing at the same time. How was that even possible? How could she give me life and damn near kill me at the same time? It didn’t make any fucking sense, but it didn’t have to. All I knew was that I was hard as fucking rock, throbbing like a motherfucker, and dying to be buried in her virgin pussy.

“Hey, yo, Cane!” Derek yelled from a distance.

I snatched myself away from her with haste. “Shit!” I hissed.

Kandy stumbled backwards, still in a daze. When she heard her dad’s voice again, she pulled herself together and scurried back over to the rocking chair, staring down at her lap and acting like nothing happened.

“Yeah, out here!” I called. I took the single step it took to get to the door, expecting to see Derek, but it wasn’t him standing there, looking through the door with wide eyes and a chin on the floor.

It was Frankie.

22

KANDY

“Ah…shit...” Cane looked at me, and I stared at him, unsure of what to do. Had Dad seen us? Were we caught? My rapid heart boomed harder and faster, my pulse heavy in my ears. I pushed out of the chair again.

“What?” I asked.

But he didn’t get the chance to answer because Frankie walked outside with her phone in hand. She looked from Cane to me, and I started to panic, but then I remembered this was Frankie.

Frankie, my best friend. Frankie kept all my secrets.

“Frankie? What are you doing?” I whisper-hissed.

“What am I doing? What are you doing! The two of you—”

“Shh!” I looked over her shoulder, but Cane was already gone. I stepped in front of the doorway and spotted Dad and Cane talking by the top of the staircase. Dad turned to make his way back down, and Cane was about to follow him.

He looked back at me once, his glare serious. A glare that shouted, Tell her to keep her mouth shut or I will.

“Kandy!” Frankie hissed, her eyes the widest I’d ever seen them. “What in the hell was that? He was—he was kissing you! Touching you! What the fuck!” She was doing a whisper-yell now. Her loud whisper-yell.