Breaking Mr. Cane (Cane 2)

“Okay. That’ll work.”

I couldn’t believe we were still sneaking around, but it would have been strange for my peers to see me getting in the car with an older man. It would cause rumors. Whispers. The last thing I wanted was more fire under mine or Cane’s ass.

“What if I hadn’t come to the seminar?” I asked.

He smiled. “I believe there is a reason you did.”

“But what if I hadn’t?”

“Then I would have found you. I wasn’t going to leave this state without seeing you first.”

My heart boomed.

Bringing his hand up, he cupped one side of my face, and I couldn’t help myself by nuzzling my cheek into his palm and closing my eyes. I missed his touch so much. His cologne and powerful body heat.

His lips came down on mine, and I think I missed that the most. His gentle, deep, intoxicating kisses. His tongue that teased me until I sighed, and how his mouth always tasted like a trace of spearmint and cigarettes.

“Seminar will be ending soon. They’ll be looking for me,” he mumbled on my lips.

“I know.” I’d said it, but my hold tightened around the back of his neck. I didn’t want to let go. Not again.

He chuckled. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?”

“Every fucking day.”

Another deep chuckle. It hit me right in the core. It was sultry and deep and so damn delicious that I wanted to rip his clothes off and tell him to take me right there. Right now.

But as eager as I was, I knew we had tomorrow. He had to go. Our time was limited and my friends would start looking for me if I didn’t show.

He finally found the will to pull away, and I didn’t put up a fight. I dropped my arms, allowing him to stand up straight between my legs. His cock had hardened, digging into the inside of my thigh. “You still know how to drive me crazy.”

I fought a smile and stroked his chin. It was as smooth as I imagined. “Get back to the seminar. I’ll wait it out here for a while.”

He blinked a few times, letting out a short sigh. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes. Tomorrow.”

He gave me a half smile, then leaned forward to drop a kiss on my forehead. Afterward, he drew back, took a few seconds to collect himself, and then walked to the door. He looked over his shoulder at me, a brief glance, and then he twisted the knob, walking out and going back to the auditorium.

I watched him go until I could no longer see him through the window, and then I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply and letting it go.

Hopping off the desk, I walked out of the room. On my way back, I spotted Morgan and Gina by the restroom. Gina turned her head when she heard me coming, relief taking hold of her. “There you are! I thought you fell in the toilet or something, girl! Where’d you go?”

“Just looking around,” I told her with a shrug. “I’ve never seen this building before. I like the architecture.”

“Oh, yeah.” Gina nodded, taking a look up at the arched ceiling. “That’s one of the best things about this school. The architecture.” I was glad she took the bait.

“Yeah, well that program is a big yawn fest. You ladies ready to go?” Morgan asked, turning toward the door. Gina and I nodded and we left, but before we walked out the door, I looked over my shoulder.

Through it, I could see a corner of the stage. Cane stood there, his hands in front of him, and was looking right out of the door, watching me go.

I started to smile, but stopped when my eyes dropped down, and I noticed Brody looking at me. His eyes were narrowed as he focused on me for a bit, and then swung his line of vision back to the stage to look at Cane.

I hurried out of the building and didn’t look back again.

Chapter Twenty-Five

CANE

I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.

I was stupid, yes, but I’d always been a moron when it came to Kandy. When it came to her, my mind ran in circles, like a dog chasing its own tail. It wasn’t smart of me to fly here and take this opportunity just to see her and it damn sure wasn’t smart of me to shorten my speech at the seminar and walk out, just to get the chance to talk to her. Who would have known it would be so easy? That she’d show up in the place I would be?

When I walked out and saw that boy with his hands on her, my morals went flying out the door. My heart boomed and my fists wanted so badly to clench, or better yet yank him by the collar and shove him away.