All I Need (9 page)

He reached up and cupped my face with a to
uch so tender I wanted to cry. “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

I nodded and reached up to touch his fa
ce. This Cane I was with tonight was totally different than the man I had gotten to know so far. He was kind, caring, and fiercely protective. How many people around him knew this side of him? If I wasn’t careful, I could see myself falling for this man.

“I’m sure,” I whispered back.

“Good, cause you looked so fucking sexy in that t-shirt I’ve been wanting to nail you since you walked out of the bathroom,” he confessed with a smile and got up off of me to get a condom from his jeans.

I laughed; now
this was the Cane I was used to. I loved his vulgar, dirty mouth though. It was a major turn on.

“Where did you get that t-shirt anyway?” He asked while he was rolling on the condom.

“I bought it a while ago… long before this tour,” I shrugged. “I’ve always been a fan.” I was done with conversation. I reached out for him. “You can ask me as many questions as you want to later; right now, I need you inside of me.”

He hopped onto the bed and was quickly on top of me,
pinning my hands over my head. He wiggled his hips so the head of his shaft was resting right at the entrance of my sex. 

“Beg for it,” he mumbled, his face near mine.

I whimpered and bowed my back off the bed. “Cane,” I moaned, trying to move so he would go inside me, but his weight had me motionless.

“What do you want, Lindsey?” He a
sked, his voice low and husky. This kink of his to make me ask for him to fuck me drove me insane. I wouldn’t be lying naked beneath him if I didn’t want to have sex with him. My clit was throbbing though and my body was aching to be filled by him, so I would play along with his little game.

“I want you, Cane.
I want you to fuck me,” I said firmly, lifting my head off the pillow to look better into his eyes. “I
need
you to fuck me.”

I no sooner finished speaking then he
rammed himself deep inside me. I cried out and let my head fall back onto the bed.

“How’s that? Is that what you want?”
He circled his hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  He pulled all the way out of me and thrust back in so hard it jarred my teeth.

“Yes,” I moaned beneath him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, burying his head in my neck. He kissed the sensitive spot there and got up on his hands to better angle himself. His pubic bone was hitting my swollen nub just right while his cock was rubbing my g-spot.

My orgasm was building as I clutched the
bedsheets. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure along with flesh slapping against flesh. Sex with Cane was so raw and animalistic. I raked my nails down the front of his chest and he groaned in pleasure.

“Come a
ll over my cock,” he urged me. “Let me feel your pussy come.”

He reached up and cupped my breasts, pinch
ing and pulling on my nipples. It sent an electric current right to my clit and I cried out as a quick and dirty hit me. He grabbed my hips with his hands so hard there would probably be a bruise tomorrow and hammered into me a couple of times before tumbling over the edge of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me and rolled over, taking me with him
so I was lying on top of him. He reached up and stroked my hair. “Are you ok?”

I put my hand on his
chest and rested my chin on it. “Very.” I narrowed my eyes and studied him. “Ok, where is Cane Stephens?  What have you done to him?”

“Why?” He chuckled
, putting his hands behind his head.

“This is not the same Cane I’ve gotten
to know on this tour,” I said. “I like him, don’t get me wrong, but this one cares and is actually a really nice guy.”

He rolled his eyes.
“I’m not a total asshole.”

“I’m learning that,” I said softly. 

“So tell me more about this Shaun guy,” he said and I immediately tensed up. I didn’t really want to talk about him while basking in the glow of our sex.

“He was some drummer I dated when I got to
LA. We were hot and heavy for a while but then he started to get really possessive and I ended it.” I shrugged. “I haven’t seen him since. It’s been a year or longer. I’m not sure.”

“Did he ever hurt you?” He asked, a muscle in his neck starting to pulse.

I shook my head. “No, I broke up with him when I started to get afraid he might. There were a few times I thought he was following me, but I had no proof.”

He nodded thoughtfully.
“Well, you aren’t leaving my side the rest of the tour.”

I
rolled off of him and snorted. “You can’t be with me twenty-four-seven.” He put his arm around my shoulders and I snuggled into him, resting my head on his chest.

“Pretty darn close,” he argued. 

“He won’t be around after today anyway, so you have nothing to worry about,” I protested but secretly I was glad he felt that way. I would feel better knowing he was looking out for me.

My phone rang over on the dresser so I untangled my limbs from C
ane’s to get up and answer it. The caller ID showed it was Drew.

“Hey Drew,” I answered.

“Hey Lindsey, how are you?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” I said, and looked over at Cane, lying naked on the hotel bed in all o
f his ripped, tattooed glory. My nipples hardened with desire and I had to turn around so I wasn’t distracted.

“Good.
Can you come down to the lobby office and give a statement to the police? I managed to convince them to do it here instead of at the station.”

My body tensed.
“Will he be there?”

“Nope.
He’s long gone and in a cell,” he assured me.

My shoulders relaxed.
I was feeling ok but I wasn’t ready to face Shaun just yet, if ever. “Yes, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

I hung up th
e phone and opened my suitcase. “I have to go down and give a statement to the cops.” I pulled out my favorite worn out jeans and found my Hookers and Hand Grenades t-shirt from the floor. “I’m going to clean up quick and head down there.”

He swung his
legs over the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, Drew will be there.
Hopefully this won’t take long and then I’ll be back.” 

I took a
quick shower and got dressed. When I came out, Cane was dozing on the bed. I left quietly so I wouldn’t wake him and went downstairs.

The closer I got to the lobby, the more nervous I
became. My hands were like ice and my stomach was doing somersaults. I was beginning to wish I’d let Cane come with me.

I found the office and felt
better when I saw Drew there. They asked me to tell them what happened and had a few questions for me, but overall, it was quick and painless. One of the officers gave me a card and said they would be in touch when Shaun was up for trial.

“Do you want me to walk you upstairs?” Dre
w asked as we left the office. “I have some things to do down here but I could take you back to Cane’s room if you don’t feel comfortable going alone.”

“No,”
I shook my head. “I’m ok. Thank you though.”

“
Sure. I’m glad you’re ok.” He turned to head in the opposite direction when I put my hand on his arm to stop him.

“Thanks for being here for me.  I mean it.”

He smiled and nodded before taking off. I watched him walk a few feet before pressing the button for the elevator. I couldn’t wait to get back upstairs, strip off these clothes, and climb back into bed with Cane. I’m not sure what was going on with us right now, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

I
reached our floor and realized I didn’t take a room key with me. I would have to knock and I hoped he wasn’t sleeping so soundly he wouldn’t hear me.

I got to the door and kno
cked. There was no answer at first and I heard voices coming from the TV. He must be awake but maybe he’s in the bathroom. I knocked again, this time a little bit harder. “Cane, are you there? It’s Lindsey.”

I heard him walk to the door and it clicked
when he turned the handle. The door swung open and my heart began to pound in my chest.

There in the doorway was a woman about as tall as me with long straight
blonde hair. She was wearing a short jean skirt and a barely there t-shirt. Her make-up was caked on so heavy I thought she might be Tammy Faye Baker’s long lost daughter. She was chewing gum and gave me the once over.

“Who are you?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to peer over her shoulder to
find Cane.

She snorted.
“I’m Mrs. Stephens, who the fuck are you?”

The End