“What? No!” Heather pouted.
“I know. I’m sorry! But I have a workload with Dad now. And it’s really nice being back with him and Kari again. I really missed that, you know?” Cane pointed towards himself and smirked and I couldn’t hide my giggle. “And there’s this thing with Cane now. He’s amazingly hot, Heather. Totally sexy,” I said, as he stalked across the room towards me, his eyes hooded. “And I really just want to see where it goes.”
“He’s standing right there, isn’t he?” Heather asked, knowing me better than almost anyone.
“Yup,” I said with a pop on the ‘p’.
“I totally understand. No worries!” she laughed. “Just come visit me soon, okay? I so want you to meet Brian! Just don’t judge with the mohawk, okay?”
“I won’t. Thanks for being such a good friend, Heather. And I will come visit you soon!”
I clicked the button to end the call. He was smiling this time at least, but still not saying anything.
“Well …” I began, twirling my ring around my finger.
He cocked his head to the side, giving me a half smile. “Now that is taken care of, that just leaves the other thing.”
“I’m not sure what the other thing is.”
“I believe you just told your friend …”
“Heather,” I supplied.
“Yes, Heather, that you don’t know what I am.” He took the last few steps to me quickly, his eyes daring me to move. He stood directly in front of me, looking down. “What am I, Jada?” he asked, his voice caressing my name. The way it rolled off his tongue made me shiver.
I looked down at the ring spinning. “I don’t really know.”
“Stop spinning the fucking ring.” He grabbed my hands and threw them over his shoulders. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. Now, back to what I was saying—you don’t know what I am or what to call what I am? Those are two very, very different things.” He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen, sitting me on the counter.
“I don’t know what to call it,” I said, as his hands ran up my legs. “Boyfriend is so … juvenile,” I said, widening my eyes for effect.
He shook his head, amused, as his fingertips reached the fabric of my swimsuit between my legs. “You can call me whatever you want, as long as it means that this pussy is mine.” His fingers pressed lightly over my opening. My body pressed into his hand, craving the contact.
“It’s yours, Cane,” I said, my voice raw.
“It better be.” His fingers pushed back the fabric and entered me slowly. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“I can’t help it,” I said, glancing out the window at Max and Kari in the pool. “I have no control over my body when you are around.”
“That’s because it’s mine and it knows it.” He worked his fingers in and out. My breathing became jagged as my body demanded a release.
“Cane,” I drug out, trying to move to maximize contact.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked. “You’re going to have to tell me.”
“Damn you, Cane,” I said, feeling myself edge closer to the breaking point. “Make me come. Please.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed a small circle. That was my undoing.
“Oh!” I moaned as I threw my head back and felt the rush of the orgasm wash over me. Cane grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head up, catching my mouth with his and kissing me fiercely while I endured the onslaught of feeling. The sensations from high and low hit me hard, causing me to explode on levels I didn’t know were possible. It was a chain reaction. As I came down from a crazy high, I lay my head on Cane’s chest.
“Are we having fun yet?” he asked cockily, withdrawing his hand. He licked my wetness off of his fingers, a smirk playing across his features.
I was unable to speak as what must have been an orgasmic aftershock rippled through me.
He caught my gaze in the only way Cane could. “Are you going to stick around?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “I’ll stay a while.”
JADA
I lay in a state of bliss beneath Cane’s blankets later that evening, listening to him rummage through the refrigerator downstairs. It had been a fun, relaxing day.
I tugged the black comforter up against my chin and snuggled against the soft sheets. I drifted off for a minute, but was awakened by the bedroom door opening.
“Hey, beautiful girl,” Cane said, smiling as he sat down on the bed. “Need to rehydrate?” He tossed me a bottle of water.
“I think so. That was a workout.”
“If you had said no, you were getting another round,” he said wolfishly.
I tossed the water back to him playfully. “I’m not the least bit thirsty,” I pouted, my eyes slowly running up his chiseled torso.