I arrived at the airport and since my bag was small enough, I didn’t have to check anything. I put my headphones on, listening to our last album. I was hoping for some inspiration for our next album. Along with spending some time with Lindsey, I was looking forward to being creative again and writing a few songs. I tried a few times on the bus throughout the summer and in the hospital, but it was either too hectic or I wasn’t in the right place creatively. I certainly wasn’t feeling inspired. I guess Lindsey was my muse.
My flight was quiet and uneventful. Being late at night, or early in the morning depending how you looked at it, the flight was only a little over half full and most people were more interested in sleep than chatting. No one seemed to recognize me either which was strange. I wasn’t used to anonymity much anymore these days.
My flight arrived around four AM in Madison. I was impressed with the size of the airport. It was small, but larger than I thought. I guess I imagined Lindsey being from this small town and while it was small compared to Los Angeles, it was a decent sized city.
I exited the plane, not sure what to do next. I doubted she was awake and I wasn’t going to show up on her doorstep unannounced. I looked around and found a small coffee shop I could hang out at for a bit and figure out my next move.
After some googling, I found a hotel near the airport. I booked a suite and then asked someone working at the coffee shop if there were cabs waiting out front. She said to check and if there wasn’t, she gave me a number to call.
When I finally found the main door to the airport, I was lucky to find someone getting out of a cab. I got in and gave them my destination. The sun was starting to rise and the sky was beautiful. I imagined Lindsey tucked away safely in her bed and wished I was there with her. She had this way of wrapping her body around me when we slept together; it’s like we were made for each other. One of my favorite things to do was wake her up in the middle of the night with my cock almost inside her or my face buried in her pussy. She was always wet and ready for me and I loved it.
I arrived at the hotel and paid the driver before going inside. I checked into my room, more than ready for a shower and bed. I’d been up for almost twenty-four hours by now and I was starting to come down hard from my adrenaline high. I was going to crash soon.
I ordered some room service before going to bed. I didn’t want to sleep too long and miss the whole day. I only had about seven days before I was due back in LA to work on the album and I wanted to spend them with Lindsey.
I jumped in the shower while I waited for my food, thinking about the last time Lindsey and I fucked the shower. Soon I was harder than a rock and had to get myself off, thinking about the way she wrapped her legs around me as I pounded into her up against the wall. I’d slipped a finger into her ass and she came so hard bit my bit my shoulder, almost breaking the skin. I haven’t taken a shower since where I haven’t thought about that and gotten a raging erection.
After my shower, the food arrived. I devoured it, still wrapped in a towel. When I was done, I wheeled the cart outside the door. I set the alarm on my phone for four hours later and climbed into bed, asleep before my head hit the pillow.
My alarm went off later and I wanted to throw my phone against the wall after I turned it off. I was still exhausted and not ready to get up. I remembered where I was and my eyes flew open. I clutched my phone and brought up the text string I had going with Lindsey.
What are you doing, gorgeous?
I watched my phone, anxious for a response.
Just about to shower.
Oh God, there were those shower thoughts again.
Wish I could join you.
I grinned from ear to ear. She was going to freak when she found out I was in town.
Me too. Maybe I will touch myself thinking of you in there.
I groaned and clutched the pillow next to me. She really was my sexy little minx.
I have a surprise for you.
I went to the map app on my phone that showed my location. I took a screen shot and sent it to her. I was like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting for her to figure it out. I got up out of bed and slipped on my jeans. I was buttoning them up when she responded.
What’s that?
I rolled my eyes, not believing she didn’t get it.
That’s a map of my location.
She was killing me. I found a clean t-shirt out of my suitcase and put it on.
But it says you’re in Madison.
I picked up my phone and dialed her number. This texting game was getting ridiculous. She answered before the phone even finished ringing once.
“What the fuck is going on, Cane?” she asked. She was annoyed with me, I could tell it by the tone of her voice.
“The picture I sent you showed you I’m in Madison, right?” I continued on, not letting her answer. “Well, baby, I’m here in Madison!” I grinned into the phone.
“Oh my God!” She screamed into the phone so loud I had to hold it away from my ear. “Where are you?”
I looked around the room to see if the name of the hotel was anywhere. I’d stayed in so many they all looked the same and I didn’t even notice anymore. “Some hotel. Do you want me to come there?”
“No!” She replied quickly. “I need to get out of here for a bit. Text me the address and I’ll be there within the hour.”
She hung on me before I could even say goodbye. I found the name of the hotel on a piece of stationary on the dresser and sent it to her. I turned on the TV, unable to wipe the stupid grin off of my face.
I looked at the clock by the bed. The next hour was going to be the longest ever. I hoped she hurried up. I couldn’t wait to wrap her in my arms.
Chapter Four ~ Lindsey
“Dad!” I threw my phone down on my bed and went to the hallway to find him. I needed a car so I could go to Cane. I needed to go get lost in him for a while and get away from all of this sickness and death.
I tried to wipe the smile off of my face so he didn’t ask what was up. I wasn’t ready to let them know Cane was in town. I didn’t know how long he was even here for. I still couldn’t believe he had surprised me like this. I never expected it or even entertained the thought. Just when I thought I had him figured out, he threw a curveball at me.
He was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and drinking some coffee. My older brother David was sitting next to him, his laptop open in front of him.
“I think you’re the last person in the world that reads the actual paper,” I muttered and rolled my eyes. “Where’s Mom?”
“She’s in bed. She’s not feeling so well today and didn’t even want to come out of bed.” He took a drink of his coffee and looked at me over his glasses. “And I like to read an actual paper.”
“I already harassed him about the paper. He has that nice iPad I bought him. I don’t know why he doesn’t read the paper on there,” my brother said dryly, not even bothering to look up at me from his laptop.
I laughed and kissed Dad’s cheek. While the circumstances for being home weren’t good, this was the best visit home I’d ever had. With Mom sick, all forgot about the issues of the past. I wouldn’t say they had gone away, but for now, we got along. No one harassed me about not going to school to be more than a rock and roll reporter or not marrying a doctor. Dad stayed off of David’s case for going to New York to practice instead of California where he wanted him to. For now, the peace was kept. I wasn’t sure if it would stay that way, but I was going to enjoy it for now.
I poured myself a cup off coffee, trying to act natural. If my brother got wind of Cane in town, I would never hear the end of it. He had been teasing me nonstop since getting into town about my rock god ‘boyfriend’. I was tired of hearing about it.
“Could I borrow the car today?” I asked casually after taking a drink of coffee.
“Sure,” Dad replied absent mindedly. I turned so they couldn’t see my big smile. My heart was beating so fast and my hands cold and clammy at t
he thought of seeing Cane later.
“Thanks,” I said. I emptied my cup and put in the dishwasher. I turned around to find my brother looking at me.
“Where you going, Linds?” He asked.
“Just running some errands,” I shrugged, wondering if anyone else heard the shrill in my voice.
“Maybe I will come with you.” He closed his lap top and stretched. “I could stand to get out of this house myself for a bit.”
Fuck.
A feeling of panic came over me. How the hell was I going to avoid taking David with me?
“I might get my nails done too…you know, girl stuff. Are you sure you want to wait around for that?” I tried not to play with the ring on my right hand. That was always a sure sign I was nervous and he would know something was up.
“The nurse is coming by today for a bit to look in on your mother. We could go hit some balls at the club,” my dad said to David.
“Sure, that sound much better than shopping.” He stood up and grabbed his laptop before heading upstairs.
I wanted to throw my arms around Dad and plant kisses all over his face for distracting David, but I kept my cool. “Where are the keys?”
“They are hanging by the door,” he replied. I kissed his cheek again and went upstairs to shower quick before going to see Cane. It seemed a little ridiculous to even shower when he was only going to get me dirty, but I wanted to shave my legs.
I wasn’t sure what to wear, hoping he would tear it off of me anyway, so I settled for a t-shirt and yoga pants - no underwear. He had a thing for my ass in yoga pants.
I grabbed my purse from my dresser and went downstairs. No one was around so I found the keys hanging right where Dad said they would be and headed out.
I knew exactly where the hotel was that Cane was staying at and it wasn’t too far from my parents’. Traffic managed to cooperate and I got there in record time. If there had been a cop along the way, I would have been pulled over for sure.
I parked the car and tried to keep from running inside. When he sent me the address, he also gave me his room number. He had a suite on the fifth floor. I got out my phone to tell him I was there, but decided not to.
I hadn’t even seen him yet and I was so wet. I could feel the dampness of my yoga pants between my legs. He turned on my body like no other man ever had. My body ached for his. When he whispered dirty things in my ear, I would almost explode. His mouth was made for sin. God, I hoped he took me, ripped off my clothes and fucked me silly. There would be time for foreplay later.
I rode the elevator up and found his door. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering in overdrive. It hadn’t been that long since I saw him, but I was still nervous. I held up my arm to knock on the door when I flew open.
“It’s about damn time you got here, woman,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. He shut the door behind me and slammed me against it, his body pinning me to it. He was wearing only jeans and the feel of his heated skin against mine was electric. I needed him now.
His lower body held me against the door while he cupped my face with his hands. “Cane,” I whispered, unable to form the words to tell him how bad I wanted him.
“Don’t talk,” he said, blue eyes were dark with desire, staring into mine. For a brief second I remembered Mom’s question about him being ‘the one’. Seeing him now like this I knew, he was ‘the one’.
As quickly as the thought crossed my mind, it was fleeting again when his lips crushed mine. I didn’t want him to be easy or gentle with me and he read my mind, kissing me hard, moving his mouth roughly over mine. His tongue was soon invading my mouth and dancing with mine.
He pulled away from me and I whimpered, missing the feel of his weight on me. He stepped back, his chest heaving with his labor breath and stared at me like a lion stalking its prey. His gaze roamed my body and I was sorry I hadn’t worn something sexier for him.
“Come,” he finally said, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him over to the bed. He pulled my t-shirt off over my head, smiling when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. He cupped my breasts in his hands and leaned down to kiss the top of each one while his thumbs played with the already tight peaks.
I whimpered and he stopped. He grinned that panty-melting grin at me and pushed me back on the bed. I fell back with a gasp and he was quickly over the top of me. He went back on his heels and pulled my yoga pants off in one swoop, throwing them not he floor. He made a feral sound in his throat and spread my legs wide before diving in between them.
He spread my pussy lips and groaned. “God, baby, you’re already so wet.” He kissed all around the swollen flesh.
“I was wet since you told me you were in town,” I confessed, looking down at him.
“Good. I love that I do that to you,” he said before leaning back down. He licked me slowly at first, but was soon eating me out like a man who hadn’t had a meal in years. He held me down as I clutched the bed sheets with tight fists.
After a couple of quick and dirty orgasms, he took his time, licking all around me, letting the sensitive flesh recover before torturing me again. He covered my clit with his mouth and sucked gently while sliding a couple of fingers inside of me. I arched my back off the bed and threaded my fingers through his hair. I started circling my hips against his mouth, this orgasm building deep in my womb.
He looked up at while his mouth was still on me. He took the fingers buried deep inside me and found the sensitive bundle of nerves on the inside wall of my pussy. He made a ‘come here’ motion with them and I screamed as my climax ripped through my body. He kept his mouth on me, letting me ride out my pleasure on his face.
When my body finally stopped shaking so hard, he took his mouth off of me. His chin was covered in my juices. Damn, that turned me on. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face to mine, licking all around his lips. He groaned as I cleaned his face.
When he was done, he hovered over me. “Now I’m going to fuck you Lindsey.”
God help me when he said my name like that.
He got up and stood next to the bed to take of his jeans. He pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them, reaching for his wallet in the back.
“Wait,” I stopped him.
“What?” He asked as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.
“Do you always use a condom?” I asked, distracted by the way his hard cock was standing up almost perfectly straight.
“Always, why?” He stopped what he was doing.
“Me too. And I’m on the pill.” I was hoping he would understand where I was going with this. Maybe it was stupid and maybe I was vulnerable because of everything going on in my life, but I wanted to feel him - really feel him - with no barriers. I needed to be as close to him as possible.
He grinned at me and tossed his jeans and wallet on the floor. He jumped on top of me and I closed my eyes briefly at feel of him on top of me. I’d missed it.
He stroked my cheek. “I think I get what you’re saying now.”
“Finally,” I teased and reached down, encircling his cock with my hand. I explored it with my hand - so hard but yet so soft.
He moaned and closed his eyes. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come before I’m even inside of you,” he muttered. “I’ve been thinking sinking inside that beautiful pussy of mine since I made the decision to come here.”
I opened my legs further and started to guide him inside of me. I was so wet he slid in easily and I arched my hips so he filled me completely. I had never had sex with a guy without a condom and the feel of his bare skin against mine was amazing. By the way Cane’s breathing shallowed when he was all the way inside me, he must have thought the same thing.
“God baby, you feel amazing,” he muttered, burying his head in my neck.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, reaching down to dig my nails into his ass. “Fuck me, Cane,” I whispered, my lips against his ear.
He made sound deep in his throat and before I k
new what was going on, he had me flipped over onto my stomach. He grasped my hips with his hands, digging his nails into my flesh, and pulled me up to my knees. I grabbed the sheets as he rammed inside me. My words must have reached some primal place inside him and unleashed the beast.
He pounded into me, his balls slapping against me as he moved deep and hard. He brought a hand around to my front and teased my clit, buzzing with need already. “Come for me, Lindsey,” he demanded and I cried out with another release.
While my body trembled with pleasure, he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, thrusting harder into me. “Fuck, I’ve missed my pussy,” he growled through gritted teeth.
I whimpered at his words. I loved the way that filthy mouth talked me when we fucked.
I could feel him swell inside me when he roared and thrust a couple more times. He called out my name and released deep inside of me, my pussy gripping him while he pulsed inside of me.
I finally collapsed on my stomach and he landed on top of me, planting kissing across my shoulders. He leaned his forehead against me. “Fuck, baby.” He kissed the back of my neck. “I had no idea sex without a condom was so hot.”
“Me either,” I replied.
He rolled off of my back and settled on his side. I rolled to my side facing him. “Thank you for trusting me enough to not use a condom.”
He reached out and brushed a stray hair from my cheek. He could be so rough and dirty one minute and tender the next. “I could say the same to you,” he said. “But I never not use one and I’m tested every six months. Clean every time.”
I nodded. “I’ve been tested recently too. Clean as a whistle.”
He chuckled and rolled onto his back. He reached for me, putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me to him. I wrapped an arm around his waist and slung a leg over his.
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