Loving Mr. Cane (Cane 3)

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. I know I did it last night—too many times, obviously—but I was being reckless because we hadn’t done it in a while.”

“I just want to try, Cane,” I whined.

“Kandy,” he warned, voice gravelly as I worked my hips again. “Please. It’s not the right time to try.”

“Just…try with me. If it doesn’t work, then I’ll let it go, I swear.”

“But what if it does?” he asked, then groaned as I rolled my hips forward.

“Then we’ll worry about that when we get there.”

He started to say something else, but I didn’t let him. I lowered my chest and placed my mouth on top of his, pushing my tongue through his lips while working my hips. From this angle, I could feel every single inch of him. I held his face, bouncing up and down on his cock, loving the sounds he made, like having me on top of him was the best feeling in the world.

With every swirl, lift, and drop of my hips, I could feel him getting harder and harder inside me.

“Oh, shit, Kandy,” he growled on my mouth. “I’m about to come.”

I don’t know why that made my belly flip with pleasure. I sat up and went a little faster, one hand flat on his chest, and my other massaging my breast. He watched me perform the action on top of him, and then his eyes glazed over, his lips parting.

“Get up,” he forced out, but I didn’t move. “Baby, up,” he pleaded, but I deepened the jerk of my hips, keeping him all in. “Oh fuck! I’m about to come!” His hands went to my hips, locking me in place, and I yelped as he thrust his entire length into me. He cursed repeatedly as he came, the back of his head hitting the pillows, his mouth still wide open, indulging in the orgasm.

When his body was no longer tense, I leaned forward and kissed his upper lip.

“You’re hardheaded as fuck,” he said, then spanked my ass.

I smiled down at him, lowering my face to kiss the crook of his neck. “You made me this way.”

He let out a raspy laugh. “We’ll talk about what just happened on the flight home. I’m feeling too good right now to regret it.”

I couldn’t fight my smile, and even though the next day rolled by, Cane spoke nothing of what happened, though I was sure he wanted to. I think he came to the agreement that if something did happen, we’d face it when it arrived, but as for now, he left it as is. Although we did have sex that morning, he was in control, and he pulled out and came on my belly, smirking down at me as he pumped his cock. I stuck my tongue out at him but he caught it between his lips, sucking on it briefly before letting me go.

We spent our last day eating and walking and doing more sightseeing. We even shopped for a few things, and Cane stopped by a jeweler store to look at rings. I told him he was insane. He told me he was in love.

I wasn’t ready to go back, but that dreaded Sunday came anyway, and we were on the jet, and I was curled in his arms. “Did you have fun?” he asked.

“I did. It was everything, Cane. I don’t want to go back.”

“I know.” He hugged me tight around the shoulders, kissing my cheek. “Me either, baby.”

I fought the urge to sulk about it. We had so much fun, and the time seemed to fly by. Now, we were going back to reality, and I really wasn’t in the mood for it.

* * *

We made it home safe and sound, dropping our suitcases at the door and heading up stairs. I crashed on the bed while Cane spoke to Lora on the phone. She’d gone to California with Miss Cane.

“Did you visit Aaron?” I heard Cane ask from the closet. “Oh yeah? What did he say?” Silence. “Well, it was bound to happen, Lora. You can be sad about it, but you know he wasn’t any good for you anyway. You’ll waste your life waiting for him. Plus you deserve better.” Silence again. “All right. See you Tuesday.” Cane came back out of the closet, sliding his phone into his back pocket.

“Is she okay?” I asked.

“Probably a little heartbroken, but she’ll be okay.”

“She doesn’t talk about Aaron with me much.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she knows he’s a dipshit.” He rolled his eyes. “He was never any good for her, and they were not compatible at all. She’s thickheaded, and he’s just as stubborn as she is.”

“Yeah, but she loved him, right?”

“Yeah, for all the wrong reasons.” He sat beside me. “She can do better. She doesn’t need to settle for men like him anymore.”