Chapter 5
When the far-away glaze leaves his eyes, the man looking up at me is the one I thought I”d never see again.
The one I thought I”d never want to see again.
My lips buzz with the memory of the kiss we shared too briefly earlier.
When Cane”s hands grip my hips and tug me onto his lap, my traitorous body eagerly complies.
The chairs are wide enough for Cane”s bulk and still leave room for my knees to settle on either side of his hips as he positions me to straddle him, but the hard wood and deep angle of the chair”s design isn”t the most comfortable place I”ve ever made out.
Cane”s lips move against mine, our tongues sliding in time with one another in a slow, sensual dance. When his hands move under the hem of my blouse, I lean into the warm, callused feel of them as they slide up my skin. And when he pushes the cups of my bra aside and his thumbs graze over my hard nipples, I don”t remember that the chair isn”t comfortable. Or that the night air is cold. Or that we need to be cautious of getting caught by a curious child.
I only remember the way Cane”s hands have always felt so right on my body. Just like they still do now.
”Junie.” Cane”s hands push the hem of my shirt up high, and he mumbles against the exposed flesh of my breasts. ”I need you, baby girl. So bad.”
He takes a nipple between his teeth, his hands pulling my hips down so that there”s no mistaking the hard length straining against his zipper.
Feeling his desire pressed to my core is almost enough to make me come right then.
The only answer I have for him is a needy whimper as I rock into that hard ridge.
Cane responds with a groan that blows hot against my breast. Suddenly, I feel myself being hoisted out of the chair along with his strong body.
It”s only under protest that he loosens his grip and allows my body to slide down his till my feet are secure on the ground while Cane flips a switch to kill the fire. Before the flames have died, he has my mouth captive again, as we slowly make our way back indoors.
The master suite is at the other end of the house from the guest bedrooms. Smart planning for a couple who hopes to raise a family while maintaining some privacy, but in our current, awkward predicament, it presents a slight challenge-- it gives us a moment to come to our senses.
”I just need to check,” I whisper as soon as we”ve come inside.
It means losing contact with Cane”s solid build.
Apparently, I”m not the only one who”s afraid of breaking the spell.
My hands linger against Cane”s chest, my palms flattened over the hard planes of his pecs but refusing to leave his warmth just yet.
One large hand moves beside us to latch the doors now that we”re in for the night, but his other hand remains possessively draped around my shoulder.
Cane”s eyes glance over my head, toward the hallway that leads to the guest bedroom where Donner is, no doubt, still fast asleep, then back to me.
Giving me no more than a firm nod that he understands what I”m saying, we move together toward the guest bedroom door.
Cane stands just behind me, his hand on my hip holding me just firmly enough that I can still feel the length of his cock pressing against the small of my back. Not letting me forget that we”re in the middle of something and he expects to pick up where we left off.
This is part of my nightly routine, checking on Don before I head to bed for the night, but the feel of Cane”s fingers pressing into my side as he also tilts his head to peer around the edge of the door to view the slight form of our sleeping son, reminds me this is new for him.
Is this what it would be like? If things had worked out differently for us? If we were a real family, raising our son together? Would we put him to bed every night, spend a few hours of adult time, and check in together before we head to bed ourselves?
A thrill runs through me but I can”t be sure if it”s hope that we might still be able to have get there, or if it”s fear that it”s too late to go back.
Closing the door softly, I turn to look up at Cane.
There”s a silent question brooding in his intense gaze and I wonder if he”s thinking the same thing.
He holds out his hand and I stare at it dumbly for several seconds.
This is my chance to shake my head and slip through the door to the safety of the guest room. This is my chance to save myself from whatever heartbreak is coming next. When the attorneys have mashed together a temporary agreement and Don and I are on our way back to our lives. When this moment is over and Cane realizes I”m not the woman he was in love with so many years ago, and he sends me back to reality.
When we pick up where we left off-- yesterday, not five years ago.
Taking his hand, I let him lead me back to his bedroom.
I”ll deal with whatever come next later. Tonight, I want to remember what it feels like to make love to the only man who”s ever owned my heart.
* * *
Hurricane
My boy is asleep,stretched out in the middle of the queen size guest bed, oblivious to the world.
If he”s anything like me and my brothers at that age, a jet could land on the roof and he”d sleep through it.
Something squeezes around my heart so tight; I have to take a step back while Junie closes the bedroom door.
This should be us. This should have been our lives every night right up till now.
Knowing everything we lost out on has me desperate to get it back.
As I hold my hand out, waiting to lead Junie to bed, I don”t miss the flicker of doubt that clouds her features.
For a moment, I think she”s changed her mind. My gut clenches and I steel myself for the apologetic shake of her head that I sense is coming.
I”ve never been terrified in my entire life.
I”ve been scared, I”ve been disappointed, I”ve been angry as fucking hell; but until this moment, waiting for Junie to put her little hand in mine and let me take her to my bed where I can start to put us back together, I can honestly say that I”ve never known the kind of terror that has my blood going to ice when she hesitates.
We make it out of the hallway and past the kitchen before I spin around and catch June up in my arms. Pulling her off her feet is so easy, even with the new fullness to the curves that always made me crazy, she weighs about nothing. It feels natural to have her in my arms, carrying her, bridal style, through the door to my master bedroom with her arms wrapped around my neck, kissing the breath out of me while I kick the door shut behind us.
”Fuck baby, I thought you were going to blow me off.”
I throw her on my bed and don”t give her a chance to move before I”m climbing over her. My hands can”t get her clothes off fast enough, and even the words I”m saying are in the way of getting my mouth on my woman.
”I remembered how much I liked blowing you.” Junie giggles, pushing against my shoulder like she actually expects to roll me onto my back.
For a second I”m a kid in his twenties again, rolling around in a hotel suite bed with a hot little college coed that has me thinking about buying a diamond ring and getting down on one knee-- before the game that would be my last, where the knee I was planning on getting down on ended my career and my relationship.
It”s just me and June-bug and our whole future ahead of us still.
Our bedroom was always full of her sweet laughter while we tussled for control until one of had the other panting and moaning.
”You put that hot little mouth on my cock right now and I”ll be out of the game way too soon.”
I hook my thumbs into the waist of her stretchy leggings and peel them and her panties off together.
The lamp on one of the bedside tables is on, casting the dips and rises of June”s body in warm light and shadows that have me letting my breath out in a low groan at the sheer fucking beauty of her.
”Baby, what”s wrong?”
June”s arms cross over her middle as if my heated stare makes her self-conscious.
”It”s been a long time, Cane,” she whispers, as I take my hands and gently move hers so she”s not hiding herself from me anymore. ”I”m not twenty-five anymore...things change. I had a baby.”
”You had my baby,” I growl, running my eyes over every perfect inch of the skin she”s so shy about before crawling down so I can kiss every place my eyes have already been.
”You”re just as fucking perfect as you”ve always been, baby girl.” And I”m not saying that to make her feel better. Junie”s body really is everything I remember plus a little better.
”I love these curves,” I mumble, dragging my finger, and then my tongue along her ribs and then over the soft swell of her belly. ”Love the way you”re all soft and rounded out now. Like a woman should be.”
Junie giggles softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I nip and lick my way over her body.
”I was always curvy,” she says, as if I need reminding.
I groan again and get to my knees, with her legs spread open on either side of mine while I make quick work of undoing my jeans and pulling out my cock.
”And your curves have always done this to me, Junie-bee,” I wrap her hand around my hardness and let the sensation take me to heaven.