Wanting Mr. Cane (Cane #1)

by Shanora Williams

"Kandy," he said, but this time it wasn't a warning. It was a plea.

"Fuck," he cursed. He watched me longer. "Why are you doing this to me, Kandy?" "What am I doing?" I whispered. "You're making me want you."

"You want me?" "Yes, I fucking want you, and I hate that I'm even admitting it."

"Goddamn it. What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Look at you," he groaned, his eyes glittering as they scanned my frame. ”Fucking look at you."

"You feel how hard I am for you?" he panted. "You make me so fucking hard, and I hate myself for it."

"You're so pretty like this," he groaned on my mouth, breath warm on my skin. "When I play with your pussy."

"Come for me, my pretty little Kandy." He kissed his way down my throat again, and in my ear he said, "Fuck my fingers, little one. Make them yours."

"I was stupid, and I had a weak moment, and I cared enough about you to let that happen, but it can never happen again. Do you understand?"

"D-did I do something wrong?" He released my face and sat up, adjusting himself rapidly. "All of this was fucking wrong." A rough hand ran over his head and then he swiped it across his face. "You—fuck. You're too fucking young, Kandy. And I’m older. I should fucking know better! You're too . . . too small. Too close to me. You're Derek's daughter, for fuck's sake! I fucked up, I know. It’s my fault for giving in. Just know I can never put my hands on you like that again."

"I know you did, but you shouldn't want me. I'm the wrong fucking man for you, Kandy. I can't do shit like that with you—doesn't matter if you want it or not."

There was so much cum—too much cum—and all of it was meant for her. All for little Kandy Jennings.

"I don't want you to think—well, I mean...I just don't want you to expect it to happen again," he went on. I was looking at him, but when he said that, I lowered my gaze, looking at the creamy white lids on the hot coffees instead. "I had a weak moment. We both did. You had that drink, and I was drinking a lot last night. It was late and we were both tired and struck with grief. I probably shouldn't have given the drink to you. I just—we can keep what happened between us, right? If you aren’t okay being alone with me anymore, I understand, and you don’t have to be after today. I feel terrible about it, Kandy. I never should have put my hands on you that way."

"I wanted it, Cane. I know you regret it because of your friendship with my dad and mom, and probably because I’m much younger than you, but...I don't."

"You can't want me, you understand? I'm not the guy for you. You're young and have your whole life ahead of you."

"Just know it can't happen again, all right? I won't touch you. I won't let you drink around me anymore. When I'm around you, I'll keep my hands to myself completely, if that will help. If you want to tell your parents, you can. I'll accept the consequences."

“Stop it,” he snapped lightly. “Please, Kandy, just stop it, okay? I—shit. I can’t. I can’t do this with you right now and you know it.”

“From now on, those lips will only go around my cock. Do you understand?”

“I know whatever this is you feel for me won’t last long, so I’ll give you want you want as long as you keep quiet about it and save those lips for me.”

“Good girl.”

“If you’re still talking and hanging out with that boy, break it off with him.”

I couldn’t get over the way she looked at me, like a good girl begging to be turned bad. She stared up with wide, brown eyes, and when her pouty lips sealed around my cock, I lost it.

Kelly Hugo. My…whatever she is to me.

I couldn’t bear touching her because I knew as soon as I was inside her, I would imagine Kandy. I would probably say her name by accident. With that girl on my mind and around me, my self-control always seemed to vanish, and trust me, that was really fucking rare.

Frankie, Frankie, Frankie. She just didn’t get it, and she never would, because only I knew the truth.

“The guy was high as hell. I don’t know what he was on—probably meth or some shit. His daughter was on the front lawn when I arrived, and she had bruises all over her body and blood was between her legs. She wasn’t breathing, so I tried to help her—give her CPR or something. Her dad was yelling at me the whole time and kept telling me to back off, that he didn’t want me on his property. Calling me a boy, shit like that. I couldn’t keep an eye on the girl and him, and that’s probably where I fucked up. I should have been watching him. Before I knew it, he’d pulled a gun on me. Told me he’d be damned if he let a nigger put his mouth on his daughter—that he’d rather her die than be tainted by someone like me.”

I knew all about the memories. Derek was abused as a child. His mom married a man who was, inexplicably, a bigot. Derek’s birth father was black and had died when he was two. I’d seen pictures of his mom, and she was a beautiful biracial woman, but her skin was fair and many shades lighter than Derek’s.

His stepfather was white, and didn’t bother hiding his distaste for his black stepson. That word he’d just used? His stepfather would call him that repeatedly. He would tell him he owned him, and that he would never amount to anything in his life.

“Doesn’t matter what kind of shit we go through, you’ll always be mine, Kandy. Doesn’t matter how fucked up the situation is, or how wrong it fucking feels…you are mine.”

Fuck, I want you. I want to feel your virgin pussy wrapped around my cock. Hear you moan. Sigh. Gasp. Make you beg me to fuck you.

“Do you like seeing me like this?” she whispered. “Below you? Ready to worship you?”

“Has she pleased you?”

“Does she kneel for you?”

“Let me please you, Cane. The way you really want to be pleased. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“You really want to please me?”

“Then be a good girl, listen to me, and go to your room. We can’t do this here.”

“He kissed me, and then we started kind of dry humping, you know? And then he…finger-fucked me…”

“I mean…shit! It’s just crazy! He was kissing you like he…like he fucking owned you, K.J. He was all over you. He can try and deny whatever he wants, but from what I saw, he wants you just as badly as you want him.”

“if you don’t love everything about yourself, how can you possibly take on the task of loving everything about someone else?”

I didn’t want anyone looking at what was mine.

“You mean the things that made your pussy wet while you did them?”

“Why the fuck can’t I stay away from you?” he growled. “Why? I don’t fucking get it.”

“All I want to do is touch you. Taste you. I’ve never been this fucking weak for a girl in all my life.”

“Don’t close your eyes,” he said when I was about to shut them. “Look at me while I feed you my cum.”

“You’d let me teach you? Dominate you?” he asked. “Dominate me? Like BDSM stuff?”

“What do you know about BDSM?” “I read. I know there are, like, whips and chains and gags and stuff…” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I fought a smile. “I don’t think I’d be able to go that far…”

“I like to be in control of situations. I like giving orders. Pushing and testing limits. I love the mixture of pain and pleasure, and because I do, some women think I’m cruel. You wouldn’t be able to handle what I really put out, Kandy.”

I shrugged. I wasn’t about to tell him the real reason why she didn’t want to deal with me anymore. What I told him was only part of it.

“I called her by your name, Kandy.”

“But I have you. I’ll always have you, right?”