Page 38 of Sexy Dirty Fun

Holy shit! Cane was at the door!

I sat up in my bunk and grimaced when I hit the head on the ceiling. I rubbed my forehead with my hand and slid out of bed. I looked down at what I was wearing. I had on my favorite Hookers and Hand Grenades t-shirt and some tiny shorts. I had worn one of the three I had every night to bed since his accident. When I heard he had feeling back in his legs, I kept it up, thinking it was good luck. I was far from sexy, but I knew he would like that I was wearing his band t-shirt. Or maybe he was here to tell me to leave him alone.

He was pounding on the door now. “Lindsey, don’t make me break this door!”

“I’m coming!” I called out and hurried to the door. I pressed the button to open the door and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Cane standing there.

He was wearing ripped blue jeans and a white wife beater that showed off his tattoos. His hair was cut a little bit shorter than the last time I saw him and was messed up on top of his head. I wanted to reach out and thread my fingers in it. His piercing blue eyes were looking up at me and he had that lazy grin on his face that melted my panties.

“It’s about fucking time you open the door. What took you so long?” He stepped up into my bus, not giving me time to answer. “Do you have some guy in here?” He brushed past me and walked into the bus.

I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to protest but closed it. I took a deep breath. “Why would I text you if I had a guy here?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Good point,” he replied. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I was in bed – alone.” Given our rough beginning, I couldn’t blame him for wondering if I had someone here. If they ever wrote a book about our life or made a movie, it would be filled with a lot of drama.

We stood there awkwardly looking at each other for a minute. I wasn’t sure what to say. Other than being angry with me for not opening the door right away, he didn’t seem upset with me. Why was he here?

“Do you want to sit down?” I asked and motioned to the small couch on the bus.

“Sure,” he nodded and sat down on one end.

I sat on the other end, tucking my foot under me. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent. I always told Rebecca that Cane smelled like rock and roll. When she asked me what the hell that meant, I would shrug my shoulders and tell her it was a combination of cigarette smoke, weed, his soap, and sweat. She thought it was gross but I thought it was sexier than hell. It was taking all that was in me to not jump in his lap.

He leaned back and put his arm on the back of the couch. “I got your text.”

I nodded, not sure what to say.

“What do you want to talk about?”

I didn’t respond at first. There were a million thoughts running through my head and when I had sent that text, I had a whole speech planned out. Now that he was sitting less than five feet away from me, I couldn’t remember a damn word.

I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them to me. I rested my chin on the top of my knees. “I miss you,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He sighed and ran his hand through is already messy hair before leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He didn’t say anything and my heart was in my throat waiting for his response.

He turned to look at me, pure lust written all over his face. “I missed you too.”

He reached for me and pulled me onto his lap. His mouth-attacked mine, kissing me with a fervor so great. He leaned back again and I wrapped my arms around his neck while I straddled him. I started to grind my hips against him, feeling his erection through our clothes. He was already so hard and the need to have him inside of me was overwhelming.

I tore my mouth from his, leaving both of us panting. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.

I threaded my fingers in his hair and tugged his head back a little bit. “Cane, I need you to fuck me.”

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CANE

Fuck, she was looking down at me with those green eyes, dark with desire, and there was no way I could refuse a request like that. She was rubbing her sexy body on me and I was rock hard. I wanted to rip off those tiny shorts of hers and bury myself deep into her wet warmth.

I didn’t say anything though. Instead I put my hands on either side of her face and pulled her back down to me to kiss her. I missed her taste. As much as I tried not to think about her, she consumed my thoughts. I thought about the way she felt and the way she would cry out my name when I made her come.

Diesel brought me some girls while I was in the hospital, but I wasn’t interested. They were hot enough and more than willing to do anything I wanted, but that wasn’t enough. Lindsey had wrecked me for the girls I was used to fucking and discarding daily. At first, I was angry with her for that. As time passed, the anger turned to passion, and all I thought about was getting back here to her.

Things between us were so fucked up. First the incident with Shaun and then my ‘wife’ showed up. I couldn’t wait to tell her that Destiny wasn’t my wife and she had made up the whole story.

I was afraid she would still be with Drew or that she had moved on with some other musician on the tour. I heard people talk; there were plenty of guys here interested in a piece of her.

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