His Candy Kane (The Kane Family Book 3)

by C. M. Steele

  “Suck, Candy,” he demanded, clutching her hair. She parted her lips and slipped the head between them. Matt massaged her scalp as she sucked his cock deeper in before pulling back and then taking him down again. Eagerly, she worked his dick, stroking and sucking. He groaned, grabbing her hair and rubbing the soap deep.

  “Enough,” he stated, pulling her off his cock, he couldn’t take it anymore and came hard, stroking off the rest of his load on her breasts. Matt helped her off her knees and let her get into the spray, rinsing off his seed and the shampoo. Taking the bar in hand, he lathered it up and ran it all over her backside, his fingers slipping between her cheeks. She jumped when he poked at her back entrance.

  “I’m not going to fuck your ass, Candy. I’m just trying to help you clean up,” he remarked.

  She turned her head, arching her brow. “So, you stick your finger in your ass when you wash?”

  “Got me, I just want to own all of you,” he whispered against her ear. Rubbing more soap on his hands, he slid them around to her breasts, squeezing and pretending to wash them.

  “Part your thighs,” he commanded, dropping to the shower floor. Turning his head, he parted her pussy lips and started to drink from her honeyed heat.

  Candice

  Her hands hit the wall, barely able to stand. Her body turned to putty when he worked her. “Ah, fuck yes,” she croaked out, her legs shaking with every suck on her clit. She was panting with water sluicing down her back and her pussy being eaten with such fucking perfection it didn’t take her long before she was singing his praises. “Matt, I’m coming,” she screamed out. Her head falling forward with her forehead pressed against the shower wall.

  He got off the floor and smacked her ass. “I fucking love hearing you scream,” Matt muttered against her ear, biting her earlobe.

  They washed up as fast as they could without touching each other again. It wasn’t long before their hunger was back and they were eyeing each other like they were starving, laughing at how pathetic they seemed.

  An hour later they were on their way to his parents’ house. “Promise me that if things get bad, we’ll work on it,” she said, worry written in her words.

  “Always, but I won’t let it get bad. Maybe a bit twisted or lousy, but never bad. If you ever feel like I’m neglecting you or our babies, don’t hesitate to snap on me,” he said, grabbing her hand and kissing the ring he placed on her. She was squirming in her seat, trying to calm down the instant lust she felt every time he touched her.

  “Matt, how come you’re so damn perfect?” she accused.

  “I’m not. I’m just perfect for you,” he said with a soft sweetness that could choke a horse.

  “That was so sweet, I need some milk to get that down,” she joked.

  “I’ll give you some Matt milk for you to take down,” Matt offered, giving his cock a squeeze.

  “There’s the Matt I know, but we can save that for when we leave your parents.”

  “Or maybe we could sneak into my old bedroom…” She just shook her head at him and watched the trees. It was still light out, but the sun would set by the time they got there. She was looking forward to it because she’d get to see all the Christmas decorations. Growing up, they didn’t decorate for the holidays. They only had a tree one year and never any gifts. As she got older, she would purposely take walks in nice neighborhoods where decorations lit up the streets. She didn’t care that it was cold or that the walks were long. She wanted to feel the Christmas Spirit. This was the best one she’d ever had and Matt was the best gift she could have ever gotten.

  They pulled into the suburban neighborhood and it was lit up so wonderfully that Candice thought she’d stepped into a dream. It was nothing compared to the largest house in the area, which happened to be theirs.

  “Wow, really? This is your parents’ house?”

  “Yes, a bit extreme, but my mom loves Christmas.” They pulled into the driveway, and just like that, the front door opened to an eager group of Kane’s.

  “Come on in before you freeze,” his mom said.

  “More like we don’t freeze,” Mr. Kane said. Candice blushed. They were all waiting to meet her. Spencer winked at her, making her relax a bit.

  “Come here, Candice,” his mom said, grabbing Candice and dragging her into the house. She hugged Candice then took her into the living room area where all the kids were gathered. “It’s so wonderful to meet you. Everyone has told us so much about you,” she said cheerfully.

  Candice was in for an interesting but welcoming night. Matt laughed at his mother, and nodded at Candice. The tension in her body eased as she followed Mrs. Kane’s lead.

  “Mom, do you think we could say hello before you drag her away?”

  “Spencer, behave. I know what you’re about.”

  “I’m not up to anything. Matt’s just fucking lucky I love my wife and would never give her any doubt or I’d be flirting with the sweet Candy.”

  “Don’t call her that. It’s Candice. Get that shit straight, bro,” Matt warned. The threatening stance made the whole room crack up.

  Even Rose laughed at him calling her Candy. “Oh, you two. Come on, Cand…ice. We’re going to finish up dinner and talk about the boys.” All of the women left to the other room.

  Once they got her in the kitchen, they didn’t question her about Matt. They asked about Ryan. “So, you have to tell us. What’s up with Ryan?”

  “There’s nothing up with me and Ryan,” Candice said, hating that anyone thought that.

  “Not you and Ryan, but him and July. Seriously, Matt told us he was talking to her when you were in the car. He hasn’t told us anything except he’s spending Christmas in Texas.”

  For the next hour, the women worked on dinner as Candice filled them in on what she knew and speculated the rest. Throughout the dinner, Matt stayed extremely close to her, holding her hand in between bites, and grabbing at her thigh every time his brother looked their way. She tried not to laugh, but he was so worried, like the overtly jealous Spencer had eyes for anyone but Rose.

  After dinner, it still amazed her that all the men got up to do their part. She was definitely going to enjoy that part of being married to Matt. While the men cleaned up the woman chatted about the wedding. “If he’s anything like Spencer, and judging by the ring, I’d say he is, you’ll be married very soon.” They were all fascinated by the ruby and diamond ring that was in a pattern, red, white, red white just like a candy cane.

  “I believe all the men are like that. Richard was the same with me,” Mrs. Kane added.

  “Reed could give them a run for their money,” Danielle joked.

  “So, I’m not the only one with a caveman?” Candice asked.

  “Not at all. Poor July, I don’t think she knows what she got herself into,” teased Rose.

  They left the house and went back to his place in the city after having coffee and talking about wedding plans.

  “Tomorrow we’ll go get your things, okay?” he said, tossing his keys into the bowl at the entrance inside his apartment. It was a very nice place, but nothing extravagant. In fact, it looked like a Red Sox fan store. She looked around nervously, but it was only the one room.

  “Sure,” she said without a fight. He looked at her in surprise like he was waiting for the backlash from telling her what to do. “What? We’re getting married and my place is a shithole. Fighting over living in squalor isn’t worth it.”

  “Good.” He pulled her close, kissing her with full intent on taking this to his bed. Kicking off his shoes, he carried her into the bedroom. “Merry Christmas, My Candy Kane.”

  Epilogue

  Two years later...

  Six weeks had passed and it was time for him to claim what was his. Little Rachael and Matthew were with their grandparents. It was Christmas Eve. They’d be there in the morning, but Matt needed to bond with his wife. He couldn’t wait to get a hold of his sweet Candy.

  He walked back in the cabin after chopping
wood for a fire and stopped in the kitchen for something to drink. Pulling a full bottle of orange Gatorade out of the fridge, he twisted the cap off and guzzled almost the entire bottle in one breath before setting it on the counter. Tugging his shirt off, he wiped the sweat off his face. A catcall whistle came from the doorway and he dropped the tee along with his jaw. In front of him was Candy in Christmas stockings and a pair of red panties. A gauzy, see-through, red robe laid open, revealing her cleavage. Matt swallowed hard, trying to take in what he was seeing.

  “My Candy Kane,” Matt muttered, his eyes bugged out.

  “Merry Christmas, Mr. Kane,” she replied, biting her lip. “Have I told you how much I love when you come in all sweaty from chopping wood?”

  “No, but I’ll get a wood burning stove if you’d like.” He approached her slowly, undoing his jeans and dropping them. He’d gone commando, and from the look in her eyes, she found it sexy. She licked her lips, causing his cock to visibly pulse and catch her notice. She crossed the rest of the distance to him and lowered herself to her knees.

  “Suck,” he commanded, and she willingly did. Her lips wrapped around his length, sucking him down her pretty little throat. He tossed his head back, letting out a moan. She hummed around his cock, then slid her tongue up and down his shaft, taking it deeper than ever before. He growled and looked down at his sexy wife. His eyes met hers in a penetrating stare. “I’m going to come, Candy,” he warned her, pulling her up and off his cock.

  He lifted her up and carried her to the kitchen window seat, his cock bobbing against her pussy and ass. Taking a seat, Matt lowered her down onto his thick length. She moaned and let out a baby grunt. “Breathe, Candy.” They hadn’t had sex since their son was born and her pussy was tight as fuck. Matt slid her all the way down, groaning with her vice like grip on his cock.

  Their eyes locked and she smiled down at her lover. “I love you, Matthew.”

  “I love, adore, and am freaking obsessed with you, Candice.” He felt her pussy flex with his words. The truth could be sexy. He’d been madly in love since the day they met, and over the past two years, nothing changed. To him, she was everything. With every baby, he felt his love and devotion grow stronger. He lowered his work hours to forty a week so he could be home to help with the kids. Then he’d spend the night taking care of her.

  Matt loved her to the point of insanity, but he wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

  He grabbed the collar of her robe and slid it off her shoulders and onto the floor. Kissing her softly, he slowly ground her hips down on him. With their bodies pressed together, he could feel the wetness on his chest from her breast milk and Matt licked his lips. He loved the taste of her milk and bent his head in for a drink. Licking around the nipple, he cleaned her breast of milk before sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock and coming on him.

  He roared and emptied his load in her back-to-new womb. She dropped her head to his shoulder, both of them breathing hard. They were nestled close together, just enjoying the feel of connecting.

  “I’ve missed this,” she whispered against his skin.

  “Me, too. Me, too,” he muttered, kissing her neck. “Where did you get this little outfit from?”

  “Remember when you took me to town to buy me clothes our first time here? I picked it up then. I was going to put it on after my shower on Christmas morning, but the heat was off. Then Rachael was sick last Christmas, so I packed it away. Do you like it?”

  “Like’s an understatement. I want to fuck you again.”

  “Then take me to bed, my love.”

  Seven Years Later…

  “Let’s go, everyone,” Rachael yelled out. She’d been waiting to go look at the large tree in the city. It was Christmas Eve, and for the past two years, it had become a tradition to go. Matt watched his eldest with her holiday enthusiasm. She was just like her mother, who Matt was in trouble with. He’d done it again and she was pregnant with their fourth baby. It was her fault, too, but she didn’t see it that way.

  Candice was about four months pregnant and had just gotten over her morning sickness. This one made her a little more irritable, but she still wanted to come with them to see the tree.

  “We have to wait for mommy, Rachael.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m just so excited. I love Christmas.”

  “Me, too, sweetheart. You remind me of your mommy. She loves looking at the lights. She gets that pretty glint in her eyes just like you.” He hugged his beautiful daughter tightly. What he didn’t know was his pretty wife was watching the scene.

  She came down the stairs smiling. “Hey, beautiful, are you ready?”

  “Yes, I am,” she said, grabbing her coat. “Can I see you in the kitchen, Matt?”

  “Absolutely.” Matt turned to Rachael and said, “Help Jack and Matthew with their coats, please, sweetheart.”

  “Yes, daddy.” She smiled and walked to the coat closet.

  Matt walked behind his wife to the kitchen.

  “What’s up, Candy?”

  “This,” she said, her hands wrapped around her neck and she kissed him passionately. Full of lust, he pushed her against the counter. Some of the dishes crashed to the floor making lots of noise and sent them into a fit of laughter. Rachael ran into the room in a panic to see them hugging.

  “Mama,” Matthew said behind Rachael.

  “It’s okay, Mattie. They’re kissing again. Gross,” she said, scrunching her nose.

  The couple laughed at their children. “Give us a minute.”

  “Kids, go get a candy cane off the tree,” Matt said. They scurried, happily and easily distracted. He turned back to his wife with a wicked grin. It was time for him to have some of his Candy Kane.

  The End

  Christmas in July

  Ryan and July will be back with their own Christmas story, love, sex and misunderstandings.

  There were rules, but Ryan Kane wasn’t going to let them stop him from chasing July Cooper. Not one for rule breaking or men with egos bigger than their bank account (And Ryan’s bank account was huge,) July wasn’t falling for anything Ryan spewed from his sexy mouth.

  It’s a battle of the wills…who will win in the end?