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The shower had not provided the experience Alex had hoped for but neither had this day. She was ready to call it a night. After what should have been a delicious meal, she drove herself home and tried to release some of the frustration that Cane had given her but for the first time in a long time Alex was unable to bring herself to orgasm which made her even more pissed at him. She put on her Salvatore t-shirt. Maybe one of the Salvatore brothers could give her the inspiration she needed to bring herself to orgasm. Alex made her way down the hall. The doorbell sounded.
“What in the world?” Alex paced back to the living room and peered out the peep hole of her door. Through the small hole stood a large man. With a face she had wanted to forget. Not show up on her doorstep.
Seriously? Why? Why was he here? She would tell him to bounce and sniff around someone else’s doorstep. She was not interested in leftovers unless they were from a Michelin rated restaurant. Then maybe. Cane was not going to play her again. She would not be the golden retriever ever again. She would be the black cat. No, better yet, she wouldn’t tell him to bounce. It was fine. He could come in and make her come and then move on. For good. No more replays, this was not some sort of ESPN highlight reel of her life. This was a mashup of good feelings in the moment and a bad aftertaste that had always left her in need of a full body detox. That began with her mind.
She opened the door. His massive body didn’t even seem like he could make it through her doorway.
“I knew you would be alone.” He nodded. God, he was so full of himself. It was almost as if he was going to high five his own hand. Yes, she was alone. She lived alone. This was her place. Who else would be here?
“How did you find out where I live?” She inspected his face. The sides of his mouth pulled up and he flashed her his damn pearly whites. Her own mouth tried to pull up in response but she forced a straight line of her lips. She would not be persuaded by his charm.
“Some of us do better research than others.” He moved past her as if he too lived there. Arg. Alex groaned.
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re moaning. Sometimes I even impress myself.” He made his way into her kitchen and put a bag in her freezer.
“Sometimes? You always seem impressed with yourself. And that was a groan not a moan. You might want to add sounds to things you should work on.”
Cane laughed. “Yea, I’ll add that to my list. But I don’t seem to have any problems making you moan.” His eyes ran along her body. He had seen her before but his gaze was different like he’d just noticed her. Alex swallowed. She was not in a state to take in gazes like that. Especially not from him. She pressed her fingertips into her palms to center herself. Gain back control of her emotions.
Alex tugged on her shirt. She should change. No. He should just leave. She was going to bed. A small part of her didn’t want to ask him to leave. And another part of her really wanted him to stay. And an even bigger part wanted to take him to bed. Not to sleep. Absolutely no sleep.
“Salvatore? Who does he play for?” Cane pulled on the fabric of her jersey. Her cheeks were on fire. This was not the shirt to have on in front of Cane.
“Mystic Falls.” She let out a slight giggle. It didn’t matter. Cane wouldn’t know anything about The Vampire Diaries and his brain capacity wasn’t large enough to remember this conversation. Besides, they wouldn’t see each other again so it was fine.
“So, do you sleep commando?”
“Commando? I’m not a man.” She rolled her eyes.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re not a man. If you were, I wouldn’t be here.” He tugged on her shirt again.
“Cane are you unable to form the words that you are thinking, is that it? Did you really just want to know if I had on anything under my shirt?”
He laughed. “Sweetheart, if I wanted to know if anything was under your shirt, I would just take it off.”
Her cheeks warmed but it was nothing like the temperature between her thighs. God, he made her so hot. She wished it weren’t true but he was irresistible. He was fucking irresistible. She had absolutely no self-control around him. With her mind, her words, and definitely not her actions.
“Yea, maybe you should just take off your own clothes so I can inspect your body and make sure you didn’t suffer any injuries since our locker room interview.”
He grinned. “Now you’re talking, sweetheart. You want a show, is that what you want?”
“Yea, give me a show. Here let me put some music on for you.”
Alex didn’t even have to scan through her music. She knew the exact song Cane should strip to. Her blood quickened as she pulled up her Spotify Sexy Playlist.
“Let me hear you say Hey Ms. Carter.” Beyonce called out from her speakers. Alex had surround sound. It was imperative for when she watched the game. She wanted to feel like she was actually on the field.
Cane glanced down for a second and then flashed his wicked grin. It was obvious he wanted to dance for her. He was proud of his body. The man had a zillion photos of his muscles on all of his social feeds. His most recent profile pic was a close up of his huge muscular arms. From his forearms to his bicep and finally his large squared shoulders. He was perfection. His body. His body was perfection. That was it. Alex licked her lips and sat down on her couch and nodded her head.
“Don’t make me wait, Corn Fed. Show me what you got. Let’s see how your body moves off the field.”
He grinned and cocked his head to the right and began to gyrate his hips to the beat of the drums. His shirt came off first. Which gave Alex a full view of his bare chest. Cane flexed his pectoral muscles as he danced. His biceps were like two solid boulders and Alex wanted to leave her seat and grab onto them and not let go. He was the kind of mountain climb she would sign up for. His body was an exotic vacation and made Alex want to call in sick and cancel her plane ticket home.
Dayum. Her eyes trailed down his stomach as she took in yes, an eight pack. Maybe that’s why he skipped dessert? How many crunches did he do daily? Alex wanted to sit and watch. Maybe drizzle some water over his skin as his body moved. The idea of Cane on the floor doing crunches or even better, push-ups, cranked up the heat between her legs to lava level. It was a good thing she had something on under the t-shirt otherwise she would have made an impression of her excitement level on the couch.
Almost as if in response, Cane’s pants were on the floor. Alex had tunnel vision and couldn’t break the trance. His cock was erect and so big. She knew he was huge, but this was the first time she was able to take all of it in visually. Good lawd the man was beyond huge. He was like Godzilla of cocks. How could Cane even shower in front of his teammates? They must all have serious complexes around him.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Cane pulled on his briefs as his hips moved like he was going to thrust into her from across the room. Alex’s voice had been lost a long while back. Now she was the one unable to form words in her head. Like she had slipped into a previous memory and time in her life where she saw Cane as an option. And that maybe he saw the same in her. Despite the signs that were in bright red that shouted “Dead End”, “Danger Up Ahead”, she ignored all of them. Her brain was not going to run this play. Nope.
She nodded. Her chest was so tight like the air had been sucked out of her lungs. The apex of her thighs tingled. Cane’s briefs dropped to the floor and he stood before her naked. His cock flexed to the beat. The rhythm of his body to music was too much for Alex to take in. It was the most erotic sexual thing she had ever seen in her life. This moment was one she would remember for later. It was so hot. He was so hot. Dayum. Just dayum.
Alex rubbed her lips. Cane danced his way over to her and lifted her off the couch. His lips barely grazed hers. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”
Alex ignored the question and kissed him hard. She found his tongue. She would keep it busy so he wouldn’t be able to ask again. She didn’t want to admit out loud how much she enjoyed it. It was obvious she had. No need to verbalize this. Besides, Cane was short on words and more on moves. Body moves. He was all physical. Nothing cerebral or frontal cortex of memories or brain matter to contend with. She was sure of this.
Cane carried her down the hallway and into her bedroom. His hands were all over her body. He pulled her shirt off as he kissed her neck down to her breasts.
A vibration buzzed on the bed next to them. Fuck. No. Alex turned over and reached across the bed to find it. God. Why now. She frantically looked for it. Cane flipped on her bedside lamp and held up her purple vibrator.
“Looking for this?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
She reached for it and he retracted his hand. “Cane, give it to me.”
“Oh, I’m going to, sweetheart.”
Worse than the vibrator in this moment was a navy piece of material that was not exactly hidden on her bed. She laid down on it and smiled up at him.
He cocked his head to the right. “Alex, what are you hiding?”
“What? I’m not hiding anything. Turn the lights off. You said you were going to give it to me, did you change your mind? You’re not choking in the endzone, are you?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
Cane laughed and effortlessly rolled her over. He picked up the navy piece of material with Clayburn written on the back. Alex died a slow and quiet death.