He pulled almost completely out, the tip of his cock barely parting my opening before he thrust into me one final time, holding me still. I felt him swell inside me as he came hard, his eyes now closing as he groaned in pleasure.
He pulled out, and I closed my eyes, completely sated.
I heard his footsteps as he walked across the carpeted floor and the rustle of the liner as he deposited the condom in the trashcan.
Soon, his hands were on me again, picking me up and laying me against my pillows. I wondered briefly if he was going to lay with me.
“I’m going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?”
I shook my head, feeling more relaxed than I had felt in forever. Cane pulled the covers over my body and stood silently, watching me, his face pressed in thought.
“What’s the matter, Cane?”
A small grin slid over his face, his features easing. “A little bit of everything and a whole lot of nothing.”
Confused, all I could do was grin back. He winked before putting on his pants and turning to head downstairs.
I rolled to my side and snuggled down into the blankets. I inhaled the scent of Cane that was everywhere, letting it take over my senses. But the longer he was gone, the more I started to worry and second-guess my decision.
Don’t overthink this. Just enjoy it for whatever it turns out to be.
I had just begun to doze off when the door cracked open again and shut softly. The bed dipped with his weight. He sat for a few moments,not moving, and I didn’t say anything. My heart was racing, knowing this was the moment of truth.
The bed shifted again as Cane lay beside me, not touching me, except to brush a lock of hair off my face.
“Sleep, beautiful girl.”
SEVENTEEN
Jada
“Dammit!”I shoved open the top of the printer, spotting the offending piece of paper jammed inside.
Given the past few days, how am I even surprised?
I scowled as I squeezed my hand into the tiny space before yanking the paper out. Slamming the top back down, I sat in my chair with a huff.
The week was dragging.
Everything seemed to have gone wrong since I woke up the Friday before to a text.
Cane: You’re beautiful even when you’re asleep.
“Sleep, beautiful girl.”His words echoed through my brain.
Sleep? Why? So he could make his getaway? So he could flee without having to speak or see me again?
According to Max, Cane had taken an impromptu trip to Payson very early on Friday morning. So a part of me wanted to believe that was why Cane hadn’t stayed with me or contacted me since then, besides the text. Those thoughts encouraged a seed of hope to grow.
The other side of me laughed and stomped harshly on the prospect.
This is exactly what I knew he would do. I will probably never see or hear from him again. Don’t be jaded about this.
I hit PRINT on the screen, wishing life could be controlled with simple commands like that.
If that was possible, would I DELETE the night with Cane?
I smiled to myself.
