Chapter 28 #2
He snorted. “That’s all kinds of fucking stupid, that’s what it is.
So I get there, and that’s when I see the real her.
She was around her family, her friends, and she wasn’t the girl I thought I knew.
When I complained to Dad about it, he suggested I come home.
He was looking at this property in Queen Creek to buy and build a subdivision on, and he said he needed my help.
Soon after, Ashley and I were at a bar one Saturday night, and some things happened that made me realize I had made the wrong choice.
So I called him up that night and told him I was coming home. ”
His heart picked up speed beneath my cheek.
“He was thrilled, and I booked my flight for the next Tuesday. But on Sunday, Ashley told me she was pregnant with my baby.”
I pulled my head back in shock as my stomach fell to the floor. I pushed a swallow down my constricted throat, the thought of a baby Cane running around Rhode Island making me sick. “Really?”
He laughed menacingly. “Really. So Dad calls me Monday night to go over my travel plans and stuff, and I told him what Ashley said. He was really disappointed, angry, and all that.”
Cane adjusted his position but made sure I didn’t leave his side.
“He had finally decided to buy this property in Queen Creek that belonged to this widow, even though it was a mess. There was a guy who owned a small piece of land next to this parcel that wanted it, too, and he was driving potential buyers away so he could get it for a cheaper price.” He brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “That other guy was Simon’s dad.”
“Did he go ahead and buy it?”
“We were on the phone. He was telling me he’d made an offer and that I should be there learning from him, helping him.
All of a sudden, I could hear a change in his voice, and he said he needed to get off the phone.
He said he thought he was being followed, and the car behind him had begun driving erratically.
So we hung up. And an hour or so later, Max called that my dad had died in a car crash. ”
All the air left my body. “Cane! What happened?”
He nudged my head back down to his chest. I wasn’t sure if he needed me close or didn’t want me to see his face as he recalled the tragedy, but I leaned against him.
“Well, of course, I immediately thought of Simon’s dad, Lee. The police originally ruled it an accident, but I came home right away and hired a private investigator. Nick worked on it for a few months before it was proven that Lee intentionally hit my dad’s car.”
He bent down and kissed my head. “And, for the record, the baby thing was a bald-faced lie. So there is no little Cane running around.”
“I don’t know what to say. I am so sorry.”
“Yeah, well, this is my burden to bear, not yours. I hate talking about this. I just thought it was time for me to try to be open with you, you know?”
“Thank you, Cane.”
He pulled the blankets up over us. “Sleep now, beautiful girl.”
“Are you awake?” Cane nudged me in the side as I lay next to him.
“I am now,” I answered sleepily.
“I have a craving.”
“Cane!” I laughed, wiping my eyes to help me wake up.
“What? Oh, you thought I meant for you?”
“I’ll play along. What do you have a craving for, Mr. Alexander?”
“Chocolate chip cookies,” he whispered.
“Are you serious?” I glanced at the clock. “It’s one in the morning.”
“I can’t help it. I want chocolate chip cookies.”
I fell onto my back and sighed. “Do you have some Chips Ahoy or something?”
“Nope.”
“I’m sure there’s a grocery open around here. This is a major metropolitan area.”
He leaned in close and whispered, “I want us to make them.”
“You want us to make homemade chocolate chip cookies right now?”
He nodded eagerly like a child.
“Do you have the stuff to make them?” I yawned again.
He shrugged. “Probably. We can always improvise.”
“Cane, you can’t ‘improvise’ when baking. You have to follow the instructions.”
“I’ve never been good at that,” he said stubbornly. “Come on.”
He hopped off the bed and dragged me across it by my hand.
“Cane,” I shrieked, laughing at his ridiculousness.
He held on to my hand and led me to the kitchen, flipping on the light.
“Okay,” I said, letting my eyes adjust to the brightness. “Do you have a recipe book or something?”
“Yeah, I’m looking at it,” he said, cocking his head at me.
“Heaven help me,” I muttered, throwing my head back in exasperation. “I’m sure there’s an app for this. Where are our phones?”
“Yours is dead. Shocker, I know. And mine is upstairs somewhere, and I’m not going to look for it.”
“Cane, how are we supposed to do this without a recipe?”
“Have you never made cookies before?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, a few times. But—”
“Nope. No buts. What do we need?” He looked at me expectantly. “You know what? Fuck it. We’ll make our own recipe. It can’t be hard. I’ve watched some of those cooking shows. They have no idea what they’re doing. Except the hot Italian one. That chick can do whatever she wants.”
I had never seen Cane so spontaneous, so playful. Where is this coming from? He was typically so controlled, so scheduled. To see him like this—carefree and excited—was quite entertaining.
“You’re insane,” I sighed. “Okay. We’ll need flour, sugar, chocolate chips and eggs. Probably vanilla and some salt. And baking soda so they’re fluffy.”
“Baking soda? Who has baking soda lying around their kitchen?”
“People who want to make cookies,” I deadpanned.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that,” he growled as he pulled out the flour and sugar and set them beside the vanilla and salt. “Are you going to help, or you going to watch? The chocolate chips are in the freezer.”
“Um, this was your idea, so I’m totally okay with watching. And why are the chocolate chips in the freezer?” I rolled my eyes as I made my way across the room.
“Have you ever had a frozen chocolate chip?”
I shook my head no.
“Then don’t knock it until you try it.”
I grabbed the chocolate chips from the freezer and tossed them next to the other items. “Grab a bowl. I’m going to need a big one,” I instructed him.
He burst out laughing. “Oh, I have a big one, all right. But let’s make the cookies first, okay?”
“You’re incorrigible. Since we’re refusing to use a recipe, I have no idea what measurements to use. So we’re going to have to guess.”
Cane grabbed the bag of flour and dumped some into the bowl. “That looks like a good start.”
“This is going to be a long night. Give me some sugar.”
I felt his breath hot against my neck as he pressed his body behind mine. “I have your sugar right here,” he whispered, kissing up and down my neck.
“Cane,” I whispered breathlessly. “Can we just forget the damn cookies?”
He smacked me on my behind, and I yelped.
“Sugar,” he said, handing me the bag. “Now what?”
“Baking soda,” I demanded as I dumped some sugar into the bowl, my annoyance obvious.
He smirked as he silently handed me the canister, and I plopped some of it into the bowl. I added a bag of chocolate chips.
“Ah, is someone frustrated?” he asked teasingly.
“Me? No.” I grabbed some butter out of the refrigerator. “I’m going to melt some of this. Put an egg or two in there.”
I threw a stick of butter into a bowl and popped it into the microwave, glancing at the clock. This is ridiculous, I thought, as I stopped in my tracks. “Cane,” I yelled. “What are you doing?”
“Putting a couple of eggs in here.” He tipped a carton of egg whites into the bowl.
“I don’t think you can use that.”
“This is my recipe, so I can use whatever I want.”
“Whatever. I’m not eating any of these.” I removed the butter from the microwave and added it to the bowl. “Stir.”
He grabbed a spoon and roughly stirred everything together. I watched his muscles ripple with every motion, and my thoughts quickly turned away from the cookies. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle, letting my fingers slide lazily down his abs.
“Don’t try to distract me with your wicked ways. This is serious business.” He laid the spoon on the countertop and stuck his finger in the bowl. Turning to face me, he held his finger in the air.
“It looks good.” He smiled. “Now let’s see what it tastes like, shall we?” He brought his finger up and popped it into his mouth, sucking the dough off.
“Mmmmm,” he said, letting his eyes roll. “This is really good. Do you want some?”
I shook my head, and he jutted out his bottom lip, giving me puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Jada. You’re hurting my feelings.” He dipped his finger back in the bowl, holding it in front of my face. “Just a little taste?” he asked, wagging it in front of me.
“Just one.” I was going to use that opening to get what I wanted.
I grabbed his hand with both of mine and slowly inserted his finger into my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around his finger and let my tongue lazily caress it.
His eyes widened as he caught on to my game.
I pulled his finger out through my lips and licked it clean. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched.
“That is good,” I said, smiling at his reaction to me as I dropped his hand. “Can I have more?”
He grabbed my hips and lifted me up, sitting me on the counter.
“What, exactly, do you want more of, Ms. Stanley?”
“Cookie dough, of course.”
“Sure.” He scooped out a small bit and licked it off his finger. Smiling, he grabbed the back of my head and leaned in to kiss me. I tried to pull away, laughing, but he pressed his lips to mine. His tongue passed my lips, and I could taste the sweetness in his mouth.
He scooted me closer to the edge of the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing our bodies even tighter. His body was hard against mine, and I pressed closer, wanting every possible inch of my skin to touch his. He was a walking aphrodisiac.
We kissed long and hard, our mouths moving against each other in perfect sync.
He moved his hands beneath me to cup my ass and lifted me up, never breaking our kiss. As he turned, the bag of flour fell to the floor and a cloud of white dust went up, engulfing everything in the vicinity.
“Cane.” I laughed, pulling away.
“What?” he growled, kissing up the side of my neck as he bent and laid me in the middle of the mess on the floor. He picked up the hem of my shirt and dragged it over my body, sitting back on his knees.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Jada,” he said, admiring my body. Although he had seen me naked before, I still blushed at his unadulterated view.
He leaned forward and palmed my breasts, bending down and sucking on one nipple as he rolled the other with his fingertips. The sensation had me panting with need, the ache between my legs becoming too much.
“Cane,” I begged, grabbing his hair, and pulling his face up to mine. “I need you.”
He pushed his shorts down with one hand and kicked them off. He grabbed my legs behind both of my knees and wrapped them around him again before sinking slowly and deliciously into me.