A Long Time Coming (Cane Brothers, #3)

by Meghan Quinn

“Will you two get the fuck down here and stop gabbing?” Huxley yells. “Dude, my balls just shriveled,” JP says, gripping my shoulder. “My penis totally just turtled.” I step to the side and push JP forward. “You first, you’re older. You’ve experienced more life than me.”

I love the Cane brothers.

“Who says I’m raging?” I ask as I set the food on her pristine white kitchen countertop. I have the same one, and we try to compete on who can keep theirs whiter. It’s so stupid, but fuck, I think she’s winning.

Dammit, they are so cute lol

I scrub my hand down my face just as a light tapping comes from the other side of the wall. And just like that, a smile spreads across my face. Reaching up to the wall, I rap my knuckle four times. Like clockwork, she knocks three. Four knocks for four letters in love. Three knocks for three letters in you.

and have a sick obsession with The Nightmare Before Christmas as well as Mulan. The montage where she ‘becomes a man’ gives me chills every time.

Me too, Breaker, me too.

Would Huxley answer? Or would he just stare? I think he would just stare. So that’s what I do. I stare at her.

LMFAO

Giving up on trying to figure out what is going on, I move to my bedroom, where I flop on the bed, my headboard hitting the wall. Lia: I don’t know, Breaker. Breaker: Did you just lie down in your bed? Lia: Yes, are you home? Breaker: Yes, in my bed, thinking about you. I squeeze my eyes shut and count to five before I answer, before I say something stupid—because I’m extremely emotional. Lia: Why are you thinking about me? Breaker: I’m always thinking about you. Lia: You can’t always be thinking about me. Breaker: I am. When I wake up, I wonder how I can possibly interact with you, how I can catch a glimpse of your smile. Throughout the day, I know that if I need a pick-me-up, some comfort, or fun, you’re the person I want to see. And at night, when I go to sleep, you’re the last thing I think of before I shut my eyes.

I want to slow clap, encourage this valiant behavior because, God Almighty, seeing Lia fired up like this makes my goddamn nipples hard.

I appreciate a hard nipple on a man. Shows me that he registers with his emotions.

I stand in front of Breaker’s apartment door, my clit still throbbing after what he did to me, unsure if I should knock or simply walk in. Normally, I’d just walk in, but after the past twenty-four hours, I’m not sure what I should be doing now.