Chapter 27 #2
“Yeah, I sent you the most current résumé I have. Why? Is something wrong with it?” I scanned through my memory, confident I had sent her my latest version.
“No, it’s fine. Human resources just asked me today. I don’t know if they have an opening or what, but they’ve apparently been looking at it.”
“Okay, well, let me know if you need anything else,” I said, feeling Cane’s eyes on me.
“I will. I’ll let you go spend time with Cane. Don’t forget to call me and tell me all about the good stuff. Love ya, Jada.”
“Love you, lady. Bye.” I disconnected the call. I turned around, and Cane was still leaning there, watching me curiously, a slight look of irritation on his gorgeous face.
“A couple of things …” he said, moving over to the counter. He poured himself a shot. “First, are you looking for a new job?” He slammed the shot and made a face as the liquor burned down his throat.
“No, not really.” I watched him carefully.
He totally didn’t believe me. “My friend Heather lives in Chicago. When I got divorced, she wanted me to move there. I probably would have, but I didn’t have a job or anything, so I came here instead.
She has been submitting my résumé around.
” I shrugged, feeling annoyed all of a sudden.
“Someone asked if it had been updated, I guess.”
“Chicago?” he asked, eyebrows raised, voice cool. “You still thinking about going?”
I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear nervously. “No, not really. I haven’t thought about it in a while.”
“So there’s a chance you aren’t going to stay here?” His voice was tight.
I thought for a minute and then turned, looking him in the eye. “Do you want me to stay?”
He shook his head, amused. “I always want you to stay.”
I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off my face. “All right. Then I’ll stay.”
I expected Cane to react, but he didn’t. He just watched me closely.
“Don’t you think you should tell her that?” he asked finally.
I looked up at him as he strummed his fingertips against the marble, waiting to see what I was going to do. “Yeah, I probably should.”
Neither of us moved for a second, both feeling the other out. He was adorable, and I was having fun watching him sweat.
“There’s no time like the present,” he pointed out, raising his eyebrows again. When I didn’t move, he tilted his head. “I’m pretty sure your phone has a callback feature.”
I couldn’t hide the huge smile that crept across my face. My heart swelled at his display. He really, truly wanted me to stay with him.
I unlocked the phone and hit the reconnect button, my eyes never leaving Cane’s. If he would put it out there so blatantly that he wanted me to stay, I would make sure he knew how certain I was that I wanted to.
“Hey, Jada. Everything okay?” Heather asked when she picked up.
“Yeah, everything is great, actually,” I said, smiling at the man across the room. “Thank you for letting me know about my résumé and the interest in it. But, to be honest, I think I should stay here.”
“What? No,” Heather said, her voice sad.
“I know. I’m sorry. But I have a solid workload with Dad now.
And it’s really nice being back with him and Kari again.
I really missed that, you know?” Cane pointed toward himself and smirked, and I couldn’t hide my giggle.
“And there’s this thing with Cane now. He’s amazingly hot, Heather.
Totally sexy,” I said as he stalked across the room toward me, his eyes hooded.
“And I really just want to see where it goes.”
“He’s standing right there, isn’t he?” Heather asked, knowing me better than almost anyone.
“Yup,” I said with a pop on the “p.”
“I totally understand. No worries.” She laughed. “Just come visit me soon, okay? I so want you to meet Brian. Just don’t judge with the Mohawk, okay?”
“I won’t. Thanks for being such a good friend, Heather. And I will come visit you soon.”
I clicked the button to end the call. He was smiling this time at least, but still not saying anything.
“Well …” I began, twirling my ring around my finger.
He cocked his head to the side, giving me a half-smile. “Now that that’s taken care of, that just leaves the other thing.”
“I’m not sure what the other thing is.”
“I believe you just told your friend …”
“Heather,” I supplied.
“Yes, Heather, that you don’t know what I am.” He took the last few steps to me quickly, his eyes daring me to move. He stood directly in front of me, looking down. “What am I, Jada?” he asked, his voice caressing my name. The way it rolled off his tongue made me shiver.
I looked at the ring spinning. “I don’t really know.”
“Stop spinning the fucking ring.” He grabbed my hands and threw them over his shoulders.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about. Now, back to what I was saying.
You don’t know what I am or what to call what I am?
Those are two very, very different things.
” He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen, setting me on the counter.
“I don’t know what to call it,” I said as his hands ran up my legs. “Boyfriend is so … juvenile.” I widened my eyes for effect.
He shook his head, amused, as his fingertips reached the fabric of my swimsuit between my legs. “You can call me whatever you want, as long as it means that this pussy is mine.” His fingers pressed lightly over my opening. My body arched into his hand, craving the contact.
“It’s yours, Cane,” I said, my voice raw.
“It better be.” His fingers pushed back the fabric and entered me slowly. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“I can’t help it,” I said, glancing out the window at Max and Kari in the pool. “I have no control over my body when you’re around.”
“That’s because it’s mine, and it knows it.” He worked his fingers in and out. My breathing became jagged as my body demanded a release.
“Cane,” I moaned, trying to move to maximize contact.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked. “You’re going to have to tell me.”
“Damn you, Cane,” I said, feeling myself edge closer to the breaking point. “Make me come. Please.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed a small circle. That was my undoing.
“Oh!” I cried as I threw my head back and felt the rush of the orgasm wash over me.
Cane grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head up, catching my mouth with his and kissing me fiercely while I endured the onslaught of feeling.
The sensations from high and low hit me hard, causing me to explode on levels I didn’t know were possible.
It was a chain reaction. As I came down from a crazy high, I lay my head on Cane’s chest.
“Are we having fun yet?” he asked cockily, withdrawing his hand. He licked my wetness off his fingers, a smirk playing across his features.
I was unable to speak as what must have been an orgasmic aftershock rippled through me.
He caught my gaze in the only way Cane could. “Are you going to stick around?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “I’ll stay a while.”