We made some more small talk and he checked his watch. “Tracy!” He yelled toward the stairs. “We have to go!” He walked over to the window. “The car is here!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” She called back. A few seconds later, she came down the stairs.
I whistled when I saw her. She was wearing a tight black sundress that hugged every curve and left little to the imagination. “Looking good, Tracy. How about you and I sneak off away from your husband for a quickie?” I winked at her and she laughed.
“Funny,” Diesel glared at me. He knew he had nothing to worry about with me and Tracy but he was a possessive man and I loved to tease him. I couldn’t blame him; he had a hot and sexy wife. He was a lucky man.
“Let’s go,” he growled and took her hand. She laughed and squeezed his arm.
We went out to the car waiting for us and the driver opened the door. We piled in and for a second I felt a little like a fifth wheel. Diesel and Tracy were great at including me in things and I was grateful, but sometimes I wished I had my own woman sitting next to me.
We made small talk in the car, speculating on who might be there. Tracy had invited all of LA with all of her contacts. It should be one hell of a party.
“Oh, I forgot,” she said. “Guess what I found out?”
“What?” Diesel said absentmindedly, his hand on her knee as he looked out the window of the car.
“Lindsey’s back in town,” she said breathlessly and smiled at me.
“For the party?” I asked.
“No,” she shook her head. “Well, maybe Rolling Stone will have sent her. I don’t know. She actually moved back to town about four weeks ago, I guess.”
“She’s living here again?” I asked, making sure I heard her right.
“Yes. And before you ask, I’m pretty sure she’s alone. No boyfriend.”
I smiled and turned my head to look out the window. A flurry of thoughts and emotions went through my head. The last time I saw Lindsey, it didn’t go so well. From the way she kissed me back though, there was no denying she wanted me too. She told me to leave her alone but she had a boyfriend. Now she didn’t and she was back in town. Did I dare go for it?
“You should call her,” Tracy said as if she could hear the war that was raging in my head. “Or better yet, maybe she’ll be there tonight.”
“I hope so,” I said softly.
The car pulled up to the club the party was at and we got out. The paparazzi was in full force. After stopping for a few pictures alone and with Diesel, I signed some autographs. It blew me away that people still wanted me to sign their old Hookers and Hand Grenade stuff.
We headed inside and got a drink. I scanned the crowd but didn’t see Lindsey anywhere. As I made the rounds talking to people, I kept glancing towards the door. My disappointment grew as the night wore on and I didn’t see her.
The three of us were sitting down at a table and I took out my phone to call her when Diesel smacked my arm. “There she is,” he said excitedly.
I looked up and looked around. “Where?” I finally noticed her standing by the bar. She was alone and drinking a glass of champagne. She had on a small black leather skirt and those damn boots. She was also wearing a black strapless shirt that barely held her breasts in. Her red hair was back in a high ponytail and she had on a pair of hoop earrings. Every guy around her was checking her out. Fuck that, she was my woman.
I put my phone back in my pocket and made my way for the bar. Her back was to me when I approached but I caught the smell of her perfume and I was instantly hard. I walked up so I was right behind her, my body against hers. “Lindsey,” I said, my voice barely a whisper in her ear.
She froze against me but didn’t turn around. “Cane,” she said softly.
My original plan had been to talk to her. I was going to ask her somewhere quieter and more private so we could discuss us. Now that I was this close to her and she was wearing that damn outfit, I wanted to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and take her back to my place to fuck her.
“Come with me,” I said, my lips on her ear. I held my breath, waiting for her response. This could either go really well or she could tell me to get fucked.
She nodded slightly and my dick throbbed. I took her hand and we weaved out of the crowd to the door. Our driver was waiting there. I gave him the address to my place and made arrangements for him to come back to get Diesel and Tracy after he dropped us off at my place.
He opened the door and we got inside. I sat down and pulled her down next to me. I looked over at her and could see her chest moving with her rapid breathing. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide and bright. There was no mistaking it; she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
“Cane,” she whispered and I lunged for her. I held her face in my hands and my lips moved over hers. Our lips crushed together, teeth clinking together. She whimpered when I left her mouth and kissed my way down her neck, licking and sucking. My hand was on her thigh and I moved it up under her skirt. I cupped her hot sex with my hand, groaning into her neck when I felt how wet she was for me already.
“I need you, Lindsey,” I mumbled into her neck.
She spread her legs slightly. “Fuck me, Cane. I need you.”
I pulled her thong to the side and plunged two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. My thumb stroked her clit as I finger fucked her. Her hips were writhing on the leather seat, trying to get me deeper. I wanted to take her here in the car so bad my cock ached, but not yet. It had been three years since I’d made love to her and I wasn’t going to take her like two teenagers in the back of a car.
I took a deep breath and pulled my fingers out of her. She moaned in frustration. “Why did you stop?” She asked, her voice almost a whine.
I licked the fingers clean that had been inside of her. I closed my eyes and shuddered. “Damn, Lindsey, you taste even better than I remember.” I lifted her chin with my hand. Her green eyes were blazing with desire. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you and the first time isn’t going to be in the back of a car.”
“But I need to come, Cane,” she pleaded with me.
“Oh you will, plenty of times, but not here.” I smiled at her. I still couldn’t believe I had her here with me, ready and willing. I dreamed of this moment more times than I cared to admit.
She pulled her skirt down her legs with a sigh and I slid an arm around her shoulders. We had so much to talk about, but not now. Now I wanted to be with her. We had the rest of our lives to talk.
We finally arrived at my apartment building. The driver opened the door and I got out. I held out a hand for Lindsey and she climbed out slowly. She looked at my building and I felt embarrassed. My life was so different than it was the last time we were together. The rock God had certainly fallen far from where he once was.
She smiled and squeezed my hand. “It’s ok, Cane. I don’t care. I wouldn’t care if you lived in a box,” she said and wrapped her arms around my mine.
“Thank you,” I replied. Sometimes it was really hard to think about where I was and where I was now. I know my undoing was all my own fault and generally, I enjoyed the simpler life. I noticed the looks I got though at parties and I heard the whispers. Not everyone was as kind and generous as Lindsey.
I leaned over and kissed her temple. “Now let’s get you upstairs and naked in my bed,” I whispered.
“Yes, please,” she giggled.
When we went inside, there was someone already in the elevator. They held the door for us, but since we had company, we had to behave. She was standing in front of me and I found myself studying the lines of her shoulders, moving down to her ass. God, she had the most perfect ass. It took all of my self-control to not reach out and grab it.
We got to my floor first and I walked to my door with her close behind. My heart was pounding in my chest and my cock was painfully hard. My original plan was to fuck her slow and savor her, but it was becoming increasingly clear that wasn’t going
to work.
I unlocked my door and opened it. “After you,” I said, motioning for her to go inside.
She walked in and I flipped on the light. “It’s cute,” she said, looking around.
“It serves its purpose. I’ve been thinking of moving, but haven’t gotten around to it. It’s clean and safe and close to the studio, so it’s perfect.” I shrugged a shoulder. “I know it’s small though.”
She turned to me with a smile. “It’s perfect.” She kicked off her shoes. “Let me check out the bedroom.” The naughty grin I used to love flashed across her face before she turned and went down the small hallway to my bedroom.
“Are you coming?” She called to me.
“Not yet,” I said as I shrugged out of my suit coat and threw it across the room. “But you will be very, very soon.” I walked down the hall, unbuttoning my shirt. “Holy shit, Lindsey,” I gasped when I walked into the room. There she was, already naked and on my bed. She had her legs spread enough that I could tell how wet and swollen she was. Yeah, I was going to last as long as a horny sixteen year old boy.
“I’ve missed you so much, Cane,” she said softly, running a hand between her legs. I stood there frozen, watching her touch herself. “I used to think about you all the time when I touched myself.” She moaned a little when she slid a finger inside of herself. “I would imagine your mouth on my, your hands on my body, and your cock fucking me.”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, reaching down to undo my pants and freeing my cock. I took it in my hand and started stroking it.
“I would cum hard, calling out your name,” she said, moving her finger slowly in and out of her pink pussy. “But it wasn’t as good as the real thing.” Her head fell back as her pleasure overwhelmed her. I watched mesmerized. She was the most sensual woman I had ever been with.
She lifted her head back up to look at me. “I need you, Cane. My body was made for yours. I belong to you.” She added another finger into her sex. “I love you,” she said breathlessly.
Her confession broke my resolve. I kicked off my pants and knelt on the bed before crawling to her. I climbed on top of her, my body covering hers. “I love you too, Lindsey.” I removed her fingers from her and slid my cock inside her with one swift thrust. She moaned and arched beneath me, lifting her hips to meet mine.
I paused, burying my head in her neck. She was right; her body was made for mine and she belonged to me. I wasn’t going to let her get away ever again. I was such a dumb fool for letting her get away. She was giving me a second chance and I wasn’t going to blow it.
I framed her face in my hands and looked down at her. “I’m sorry for every time I hurt you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for it. I would rather die than hurt you again,” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears.
“Shh,” she said, bringing her finger up to my mouth. “We can talk later. Right now, I need you to fuck me.” She wiggled her hips a little beneath me.
I gasped and shuddered, pressing my forehead against hers and nodding. “I need to fuck you.” I propped myself up on my elbows over her, her tits pressed hard against mine. I started to move slowly in and out of her. She was meeting me thrust for thrust and I increased my movements.
I was grinding my pubic bone against her clit and soon she was pulsing around me. It wouldn’t be long before she came all over my cock and I wanted to come with her. Her whimpers got louder and I was surprised when she quit moving.
“Stop,” she said.
What the hell? Did she change her mind?
Chapter Fourteen ~ Lindsey
The look on his face when I told him to stop fucking me was priceless. I had to fight back a giggle. “Get off me, please,” I said, trying to sound serious.
“What the fuck, Lindsey?” He asked moving off of me. I winced when he slide from inside me; I loved how full he made me feel.
“Is everything okay?” He asked, propping himself up on an elbow next to me.
“It’s perfect,” I said with a grin and rolled over, pushing him onto his back. I straddled his hips and wrapped my hand around his cock. I positioned my pussy over it and slowly guided it inside of me. I closed my eyes and gasped when he was all the way in; he could get so deep this way.
“This is what you wanted?” he managed to ask, his hands on my lips. “You wanted to be in charge?
“I did,” I replied, leaning down to kiss his lips softly. “I wanted to feel you as deep as you could go.”
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck woman,” he muttered. His hands went from my hips to cup my breasts. “I like this way better too; I can play with your nipples.” He grinned as he rolled them between his thumb and forefingers, a moan escaping my lips. “I know how hard you come when I tease your nipples too.”
I nodded my head and started to grind my hips against his, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone. My pussy literally ached for release at this point. I had been wound tight since he dragged me into the car and finger fucked me. He still knew my body better than I knew my own after all of these years.
The night had gone in a direction I had never intended that night. I knew I would see Cane when I went to that party, but I vowed I wasn’t going to sleep with him. I wanted to talk to him, but that was it. I wasn’t going to succumb to his charms. For a brief second I thought maybe he would be with someone and wouldn’t even want to talk to me.
Three weeks earlier I had moved back to LA. I was still living with Rebecca, but I was looking for a place and was back full time at Rolling Stone. Now that I was in his bed and in his arms, I knew I made the right choice. Cane and I belonged together despite our rocky start. I had no doubt about that.
He pulled harder on my nipples and I cried out. I put my hands on his chest and started to ride his cock hard. He continued to tease me with his hands but he let me use his body for my pleasure until I was panting, right on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. “Cane,” I whimpered.
“Come for me, Lindsey. Let it go, baby,” he said before leaning up off the bed and drawing a nipple into his mouth. I wrapped my hands in his hair and held him against me. When the edge of his teeth scrapped my sensitive flesh, I tensed and screamed, coming harder than I had since last being with Cane.
As I rode out the waves of my climax, he flipped me onto my back. He pushed my legs far back so they were almost over my head and pounded into me. “Fuck, Lindsey, you feel so good when you come around me,” he said, gritting his teeth. “So damn tight.”
At the angle he had my body at, he was so deep and the head of his cock was hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves on the inside wall of my sex. He took one hand off of my leg and used this thumb to tease my oversensitive clit. “I want to feel you come again. I want you to come with me.”
I held the bed sheets tight in my hand and moaned as he rammed into me and teased my sensitive nub. My first release was ebbing, but I could feel another one close behind. “I’m going to come again, Cane,” I moaned, my voice deep and raw with lust.
“That’s it,” he said, thrusting hard and pinching my clit between two fingers. I screamed as my body exploded in pleasure, this time even more intense than the last. He cried out my name and tumbled over the edge with me. Our bodies were intertwined and trembling, covered in sweat. He kissed my neck and rolled over onto his back, tucking me into his side with his arm around my shoulders.
“Holy shit, woman,” he said when he caught his breath, rubbing his face. It wasn’t often the man was speechless.
“You like it when I’m in charge,” I stated with a smile. Cane was usually the dominate in the bedroom and that was how I liked it. Every once in a while though, I liked to turn the tables a little bit to spice things up.
“I do. Sometimes,” he smiled back. “It’s hot when you use me for your pleasure and it’s always hot when you come. I can never get enough of you, Lindsey.”
We lay there for a while, neither of us talking. I had slung a leg over his, wrapping myself in him. Now that my
desire for him had been temporarily satiated, there was so much I wanted to say but didn’t know where to start.
“I’m glad you’re back in LA,” he finally whispered, kissing the side of my head.
“Me too,” I replied. He wasn’t the only reason I was glad to be back. I belonged here. I loved the music industry and writing about it.
“How’s your dad?” He rubbed my arms.
“He’s good. I’m still worried about him but he’s better and he assured me he would be okay. I have some family friends checking on him.” I put my chin on his chest and looked up at him. “He actually was the one that urged me to come back here.”
“That’s great. He wanted you come back to LA?” I knew that would surprise him. I was always telling him how much my parents hated me living in LA and what I did for a living. I guess sometimes it took someone dying for people to realize what was really important.
“Yes. He also encouraged me to talk to you.” I grinned at hm. “He said that before Mom died she told him to watch out for me. She told him she had no doubt you were the love of my life.”
I could see the goose bumps on his arm after I said that. “She said that?”
“I guess so,” I shrugged. I wished she had said that to me. We had talked about Cane briefly, but these last three years may have been so different if I knew what she thought.
“What about your boyfriend? He was a surgeon, wasn’t he? Didn’t your mom always want you with someone like your dad and brother?”
I sat up on the bed and hugged my knees to my chest. It was hard to talk about Zach with Cane, but I wanted to be honest with him. If this was going to work, we couldn’t ever have secrets between us again. It was painful though because I was still healing from that relationship as well; Zach may not have been the one, but I still cared about him a great deal and I hated hurting him. The look he gave me right before I left his apartment still haunted me.
“Zach was asking me to move in with him. I was worried about Dad of course, but something else was holding me back. He asked me before we went to LA for the Rolling Stone party and I told him I would give him an answer when we got back. Then I saw you,” I looked down at him, my gaze taking in the tattoos that covered his body. I had missed them. “That really confused me. I knew I wasn’t over you. Zach was a great boyfriend though. He loved me and would have made me happy.”
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