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“Yes, he is. You know, your dad has had a lot of weird, dumb, selfish friends, but Cane is none of those things. He’s probably the only friend of your dad’s that I actually approve of and like being around. He’s very supportive and uplifting of everyone and always gives me a good vibe when he’s around. There’s never any negativity from Cane. He’s also great with your Dad when it comes to that crazy temper of his.”
Me: Remember when you said you’d give me anything I wanted? I know what I want as my going-away gift. I want you to take my virginity.
“She was drunk,” he continued, focused on the sponge. “She’d thrown up all over herself, in her bed—everywhere. I had just come home and could smell it through her door. It was awful. Almost made me want to throw up.” He let out a pained laugh. “When I was younger, I remember she would use chamomile and lavender for my baths. I used to have a bit of a temper problem, so she’d run the bath for me, add the oils, let me soak for a bit until I’d calmed down, and then she’d come and help me wash. When I got older she didn’t do it as much, but I did miss them.”
“Have you ever played with yourself before, Kandy?” His question caught me off guard. “W-what?” “Have you ever made yourself come with your own hands?”
“Show me how you’d play with yourself.” My heartbeat became heavier. “I don’t know if I can,” I said.
“Show me how you’d play with yourself with me on your mind. What would you do? Where would you want to be touched?” His palm ran up my thigh. “Where would you want to be kissed? Licked? Fucked?” His eyes fluttered open again.
“Now make yourself come.”
“Cane,” I moaned. “Cane!” I don’t know why I’d called his name, but he clearly loved it because he gripped my knee tighter. Just as I was about to reach the brink, make myself come like he’d ordered, he pushed my hand away from my pussy. My eyes shot open.
“Shit,” he hissed. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy, Kandy.”
“Such a good girl,” I groaned. “So damn good, baby.”
But this was Kandy. My Kandy. My baby. And as my baby, I knew I had to take care of her.
“I told you I would teach you things,” he mumbled. “Right now, I’m going to teach you how to ride me.”
“Breathe, my sweet Kandy,”
“Why’d you have to want me so damn bad?” His laugh was deep and sweet and made my belly flutter. “And why did I have to want you just as much?”
“But something tells me this won’t just go away—that the time and distance will only make us want each other more when we see each other again.”
Wanting you is a beautiful challenge, Kandy Cane, and though it’s complicated, I don’t want to figure this one out anytime soon. As selfish as it sounds, I want this challenge to last for as long as it possibly can. I love the spontaneity of what we have—the satisfaction I get when I see your smile, and the comfort I feel when your skin touches mine.”
A wild, beautiful, perfect mess, and that made me the happiest girl ever.
“Fuck, baby. I love the taste of your cum.”
“It may hurt a little in this position,” he mumbled. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop and I will.”
As bad as I felt, I was glad that it was me she was going through this with and not some other man. I had the small comfort that her first time had been safe and consensual, and I knew she’d gotten pleasure from it. A lot of women couldn’t say the same.
“No, Kandy. I think the question is why were your panties in Cane’s suitcase?”
“Cane had one rule to follow tonight and that was to not talk or look at you. No alone time with you. No running off to be alone, just to see if you would follow. None of that. He is to never be alone with you again. I told him that if it happened, I would tell Derek and Mindy everything they don’t know, and trust me, the last thing Quinton wants is to lose his friends, the few people who truly accept him for who he is. He also doesn’t want his life ruined over a teenager.”
“So the same goes for you, sweetie. If I see you so much as look at him in that way, talk to him in that way, or even touch him when you walk by, I will inform your parents. Your father won’t be happy, and just may end up doing something that will ruin both Cane’s and his own life. His career will be tarnished, and your mother will be left to deal with a filthy, desperate daughter she can’t handle, and a husband with a short temper. Your perfect little life, with your perfect family, will be torn apart.”
He unleashed a hard and heavy breath. “I’ll figure this out,” he said with his lips in my hair. “I swear.”
“Don’t ever think I don’t love you,” he said in my ear. A full thrust. More tears. “I fucking love you, Kandy. Love you more than words.”
“I know,” he breathed. “Fuck, I know, Kandy. I’m so fucking sorry. I told you I’ll fix this. I swear—just give me time. Things will go back to normal when I—”
“Don’t forget me,” he begged. Begged.
ran with it. To be honest, I discovered Cane in a psych ward, where he was handling a mother who was screaming at the top of her lungs about how badly she needed a shot of heroin. She was wrestled down and drugged, hauled away right in front of him.
He didn’t want me, I knew that, but he had the money I needed, and the business that would help me skyrocket and grow my brand even more. Millionaire Wine, Chocolate, and Lingerie Seller, and Classy Interior Designer. I could see it like a package deal waiting to happen…but there was one thing standing in our way. That little slut, Kandy.
