Breaking Mr. Cane (Cane 2)

“Why?” The skin around her eyes tightened.

“Because reality decided to punch me in my face, yet again.” I took a step toward her as she placed the bottle back down.

“When you say reality punched you in the face, what do you mean by that?” Her voice was soft. It seemed she wanted the answer, but was also afraid to have it.

“It means that during those weeks when I didn’t call or text, thinking I was helping you, you were getting to know someone else.” My jaw clenched. “He had his hands on you and I saw the way he looked at you, like something intimate had already happened between you two.” I was getting angry just thinking about it. My teeth clenched and unclenched, but I kept a level head for her. “I realized that if I hadn’t come in when I did, it may have been too late. Hell, it’s probably already too late.”

She didn’t say a word, just stared at me. Only, she didn’t stare like before, where she seemed to admire everything about me, the sound of my voice, and the way that I looked at her. No, she stared like she was confused and surprised and slightly enamored.

“I don’t know why I thought I was doing both of us a favor,” I went on, head shaking. I lowered my gaze, studying the black Vans on her feet instead. “Maybe it’s because I know I’m no good for you, Kandy. And things are going to keep happening in my life and getting worse and I don’t want you anywhere near it. I’m a fuck-up and a betrayer, but I feel like a piece of myself is missing without you, so being right here, right now, with you is….” I dragged a palm over my face. “Fuck. My sister has gotten into my fucking head. She’s the reason I’m even here, doing this.” I looked up and she was still staring. “Damn it, why aren’t you stopping me from saying this shit? Tell me to shut up or something!”

“What were you going to say?” she murmured, taking a step forward. “Being with me right here, right now is what?”

I met her eyes, and they were damp. “Right,” I answered, dropping my hand, as if all hope were lost. “Being with you right here, right now feels right. And before you try to leave or turn it down, I want you to know something.” I took another step toward her, looking her deep in the eyes. “I want you to know that I don’t give a fuck what anyone says or how much society is against us. What we had, as fucked up as it may have been, felt right and yes, I have my regrets, and I do wish our situation had been different, but when I think about that stuff, none of the regrets include loving you.”

A tear slid down her cheek in an instant. She only stared, and I was sure I’d fucked things up or said the wrong thing. I figured maybe she’d felt the complete opposite and hated my fucking guts now. She’d had time to develop the hate, after all. “Look, Kandy, I understand if you don’t want to be here. I can take you back—”

“No,” she breathed, rushing my way. “Now is when you shut up and show me how much you really love me.” Our bodies collided and as she threw herself at me, I caught her in my arms, groaning when her lips found mine.

With her in my arms, my actions couldn’t be controlled. I picked her up, gripping her ass in my hands and carrying her across the penthouse to the bedroom.

We kissed hard, sucked and licked and nipped. Her moans were breathy and sweet, while mine were deep and guttural.

“Fuck,” I groaned behind her lips while she moaned. “Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you.” My knees hit the edge of the mattress, causing me to fall forward. We landed on the bed, and she went straight for my shirt, ripping at the buttons. I went for her T-shirt, tugging it over her head and then unbuttoning her jeans. I slid them down to her ankles, wasting no time burying myself between her legs again, then devouring the sweet lips I missed so much.

Not many words needed to be spoken. We both wanted the same thing. It was only two months, but it felt like it’d been a century. We groped and snatched and tore at each other’s clothes, fumbling over one another until we were both bare.

I pushed her to the center of the bed, my cock hard and anxious, and pressed the tip to the entrance of her pussy. Her eyes found mine and she clutched my face, closing her eyes and bringing my head down to kiss her. With the ease of kiss, I slowly plunged into her. The thrust was long and powerful and she gasped loudly, dropping a hand to dig her nails into my shoulder.