Page 73 of Sexy Dirty Fun

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.”

“Was he good in bed?” Cane asked, his voice on edge.

I laughed. Leave it to a man to ask something like that. “He was, but it was different than you and I. Zach was always a very attentive lover and I had no complaints in the bedroom, but we lacked something. When you and I make love, there’s such a passion and urgency. It’s like you need me to live.”

“I do,” he said softly, pushing himself up on the bed to sit by me. “I need you like the air I breathe. I know that now.”

I smiled and reached out to touch his face. He turned his head and kissed my palm. “I know, you do. I need you like that too.” He released my hand and I sighed. “I was conflicted on what to do. I talked to my dad and he pointed out that if I wasn’t jumping at the chance to live with Zach, we probably had bigger issues. He was right but I hated hurting him. I broke up with him that day and called Rebecca to ask her if I could stay with her while I found a place. I left two days later with all of my stuff and drove here. The rest is history.”

“I really am sorry you had to hurt him. When you left here and told me to never contact you again, I was sad, but most of all, I wanted you to be happy. If he was the one to make you happy, I was going to have to live with that. I hated it, but you were all that mattered.”

“What about you? No girlfriends?” I asked. I found it hard to believe that Mr. Rock God had stayed single all this time. When we first got together, women were lining up to be with him. He may not be the lead singer of a popular rock band anymore, but he was still as sexy as ever.

“No girlfriends,” he said emphatically with a shake of his head. “After you dumped me and the mess with Destiny, I hit rock bottom. I was drunk all the time and sleeping with anything that had two legs and a pussy.” I cringed at his words but it made me sad to think of him in so much pain. “Diesel, as usual, saved me. I don’t know where I would be without him – dead probably. He and Tracy have been life savers and taken good care of me. Anyway, after rehab, I sort of vowed off of women. Besides, I always compared them to you and no one measured up.”

I shook my head and laughed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s true,” he insisted. “Tracy tried to set me up with friends and people she knew, but it never went further than one date. I think being around the two of them didn’t help. They are so in love and much like I imagined you and I would be like if we were together. I wanted what they had and I wasn’t feeling it with anyone.”

“Did you know I was going to be there tonight?” I asked.

“Not at first,” he said. “We were in the car on the way to the party when Tracy told me you were back in town. She wasn’t sure if you were coming to the party or not though. She also had heard you came here with no boyfriend. I decided then and there I was going to take a chance and try to win you back.”

I grinned so big my face hurt. When I met Cane, he was such a conceited asshole. Over time, he had given me a glimpse into his heart and now he laid it on the line completely for me to see. Most people never saw this side of Cane Stephens.

“Then I saw you at the bar in that tiny dress.” He smiled slyly at me. “Everything I was going to say to you went out the window. All I could think about was getting you naked and in my bed.”

“Typical guy,” I shook my head. I was teasing, but I felt the same way when he was standing behind me at the bar. I was available again and we were back to living in the same town. There was no reason we couldn’t be together. When his lips touched my ear and he I heard his sexy voice whisper my name, I was a goner.

“I have to say one thing. I’m sorry about the whole mess with Destiny. I handled it wrong and I was an idiot. It’s not an excuse, but I had never really been in a relationship before and it freaked me out.” He ran his hand through his already messy hair. “I was scared about how you would react instead of trusting you and your feelings for me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s in the past. I shouldn’t have run like I did either and given you a chance to explain. We both made mistakes. What matters is we learned from them,” I said and reached out to run my hand through his hair. He was still my sexy rock star and he always would be.

He nodded. “Ok, then I have a question for you.” He took my hand in his. “You said you didn’t have a place to live yet in LA?”

My mouth went dry. “I did.”

“What if you lived here with me? Or we could find something else bigger or better? I don’t care, as long as you’re with me when I go to bed at night and next to me when I wake in the morning,” he said, talking fast like a little kid excited about something.

“Yes,” I said immediately. This time I didn’t need to think about it or have a million of reasons why it wasn’t good idea. This time it felt right.

“Yes?” He asked, his eyes wide.

“That’s what I said,” I replied. “Do I need to spell it out better for you, Cane?” I leaned in close to his face and put my hands on his cheeks. “Yes, I will move in with you.”

Before I knew what was happening, he had tackled me, pinning me down to the bed. “I love you, Lindsey,” he said. “Always.”

I arched beneath him, pressing my body against his erection. “Always.”

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