Chapter 53
FIFTY-THREE
Cane
I try my hardest not to drag her through the damn hotel. She’s had a lot to drink, is teetering on her heels, and is sulking because I won’t marry her in some cheesy-ass wedding chapel in the middle of the night.
I’m pissed, and I’m not sure where to really even direct it.
At myself for turning her down, even under the circumstances. At her for putting me in that spot. At Kari for making us come here in the first place. At Max because he’s always a good person to be pissed at, reason notwithstanding.
The elevator door chimes open, and I pull her down the hall to our room. She’s slow behind me, and I have half a notion to pick her up, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her the rest of the way.
I insert the card and press the door open, pulling Jada into the room behind me.
I toss my wallet and the card on the table by the lamp and turn to face her.
Her cheeks are red, her eyes wide. She’s biting her bottom lip, and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s nervous or to keep from crying. But I’m not having it either way.
My hands cup the sides of her face, and I bring my mouth to hers. She places her palms on my chest and tries to push me back.
“Cane ...” she says, but I don’t let her finish. I work her lips over with mine, feeling her struggle against me.
She can struggle all she wants, but my point will be made.
“Cane, stop,” she says again. I allow her to pull back, dropping my hands to my sides. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath.
“What?”
“I need a minute.”
“Why?”
She drops her chin and walks past me, stopping at the foot of the bed. Her back is to me as she kicks off her heels.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask.
“No. Yes. Kind of?”
Fair enough.
“Okay. Take your clothes off.”
She spins around, wobbling a little. “What?”
“You wanna fight?” I shrug off my shirt and toss it aside. I begin to unfasten my pants. “We can fight. That’s fine. I’m more than happy to argue with you. Just get that dress off.”
“I completely don’t understand.”
“If we fight, we fight naked. Now get the fucking dress off, or I’ll take it off you.”
She tosses her shoulders back, trying to look defiant. She crosses her arms over her chest.
I remove my shoes and socks and feel her gaze on me. I slip out of my pants and kick them to the side with my shirt, ignoring her. I can hear her breath pick up, but I don’t look up. I undo my watch and set it on the table beside my wallet.
Finally, I hold my hands out to the side. “Your turn.”
“I’m not getting naked.”
“Oh, my love, you are.”
“I am not—” she starts, but I reach her before she knows it. I kiss her hard, breathing in her protests until she finally gives in.
I press my body against hers. I palm her ass and drag her roughly to me. Her arms wrap around my neck, her tongue mingling with mine. I feel her resolve weaken.
My hands trail up her back, finding her zipper. I jerk it down and step back, guiding the dress down her body until it drops to her feet.
“My God, woman.”
She’s standing before me in a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra.
“I should’ve just married you tonight. Fuck.”
A shadow crosses her face, and I wish I hadn’t mentioned it. But I had to. I have to let her know why I won’t marry her tonight. Or … sort of why I won’t.
“Stop,” I say, picking her up and carrying her to the top of the bed.
Her eyes are wide, her body radiating her need for me to take her.
But I know her well enough to see the hint of nervousness lying just below the desire.
I know she felt rejected earlier, and I have to make that go away.
I won’t have her thinking I’d ever reject her.
I toss her gently in the middle of the mattress and climb in beside her. Brushing a strand of hair out of her face, I kiss her lightly again.
“You’ve had a lot to drink tonight, and I’m not letting that ruin everything.” I let my fingertips play at the hem of her panties.
“Ruin what?” She covers my hand with hers and nudges it beneath the lace, her eyes locked on mine.
I shrug. I want to speak, to explain, but I can’t. Not yet. Not all the way.
Her silky skin is warm beneath mine. Her eyes flutter closed and a small, sweet sigh escapes her mouth as I press against her opening.
“Mine,” I whisper.
“Yours,” she says breathlessly.
I dip a finger into her, and her back arches at the intrusion. I press again, feeling her body tighten around my finger.
“Back to the topic at hand,” I say, watching her dark lashes open and close.
“I’m not about to let you ruin the moment we become Mr. and Mrs. Alexander because you drank too much.
When we do say our vows, when I promise you all the things I’m going to swear to you, I want you coherent.
I want you to remember each and every one. ”
She moans softly and I sink another finger into her wetness. I rub her clit and press in again, her body moving against me.
“Cane ...”
“Jada ...” I push her bra down one cup at a time, her full breasts springing free. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention. I lick one, then the other, before sucking it into my mouth. I roll her nipple with my tongue while working my fingers in and out of her body.
“I want you so fucking bad,” I growl.
“Then have me.”
I slip my fingers out and grasp the lace, ripping it down her body and tossing it to the floor.
“You ruined those.” She laughs, her hands reaching out and grabbing my sides. I position my body over hers.
“I’ll buy you another pair.”
She grins, running her hands down my abs and then onto my back. Her touch leaves my skin feeling like it’s on fire. I’ve never experienced that before her, and I hope it never stops.
I guide myself to her opening and enter her in one swift push. Her eyes fly open, a hiss escaping her throat as she adjusts to my hard cock.
“You like that?” I pull out before pressing in again, more controlled this time.
“Yes,” she moans, her heels locking at the small of my back. “I do.”
“Me, too.” I feel every sinful inch of her body, slick with want for me.
For me.
She presses her heels into my skin, encouraging me to move faster. I speed up, finding a tempo I know she likes.
I watch her face, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes heavy with desire. She’s so fucking beautiful I almost can’t look at her without spilling myself inside her.
“Cane ...” I feel her pussy clench around my cock, and her legs start to tremble.
I pick up my pace, angling the movement so my shaft guides against her clit with every stroke. It’s her undoing.
“Ah!” She wraps her fingers in my hair and tugs hard. “Cane!”
Her body erupts around me, pulsing and squeezing my length. Her nipples go hard, and I lick them again, trailing my tongue up her chest before capturing her mouth with mine.
She falls apart, moaning into my mouth, making it incredibly fucking hard not to lose it myself. I slow my strokes, guiding her back to earth.
Her legs and hands topple to the sides.
I kiss her gently, easing in and out of her slowly.
“Damn, Cane,” she whispers, her voice heavy.
I laugh, pulling out and lying beside her. My dick is hard as a rock, pointing at the ceiling. I want to flip her over and pound into her from behind. But she’s emotional tonight, and I don’t want her to ever feel less than ... my everything.
She breathes sharply and gets up to hover over me. “Your turn.”
I grab her narrow waist and guide her onto me. She glides down with precision, sinking our bodies together inch by inch. Her wetness coats my cock.
It’s fucking heaven.
She places her knees on each side of me and rises up. I palm her breasts, one in each hand. They fill my hands like they were created for them.
“Ready, baby?” She grins, shaking her head so her hair spills over her shoulders.
I tip my hips, and she begins to rise and fall, pumping up and down. The sensation of her breasts shaking in my hands is overwhelming.
I meet her thrust for thrust, listening to her little moans.
She can read me like a book because as I get close to exploding, she increases her force.
“Jada, I’m gonna lose it.”
“Lose it.”
I grip her hips and pull her down, feeling every fucking nerve in my body burst. Energy zaps through me, head to toe, rendering me useless. My body shakes, my sight blurred by a barrage of colors.
She sits on me, rocking her hips, milking my orgasm.
When I finally open my eyes, she’s looking at me. I want to say something, but I don’t, because I’m smart enough to know when not to trust myself.
Instead, I wrap my arm around her waist and lay her beside me. I pull her close and rest my head on her chest.
“See?” I say, yawning.
“See what?”
“I know everything.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Was that not the best fight we’ve ever had?”
“I think I’m going to have to say no just so you don’t start fights with me.”
I chuckle and kiss her neck. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“What do you want to do tomorrow?”
She doesn’t answer. I look at her and her eyes are closed, her chest moving slowly. I kiss the top of her head and pull the sheet over us.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful girl.”