Page 51 of Sexy Dirty Fun

Where r u?

I rolled my eyes.I knew Mom was near the end, but not today, so there was no reason for him to bother me.

Shopping.Why?

Cane rolled madea sound and rolled over. He woke up when he couldn’t find me next to him. He looked around the room, his eyes narrowed. He finally found me on the chair.

“Get your ass back to bed, woman,” he growled.

I held up my phone and rolled my eyes. “It’s my brother. He wants to know where I am.” I stood up from the chair and went to sit on the edge of the bed by Cane, still holding my phone.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, sitting up. He moved my hair to the side and began to kiss my neck softly, distracting me, my skin beginning to tingle again from touch.

“I think so. I’m waiting for a response,” I sighed and he put his hand firmly on my shoulder, pulling me down to kiss him. His mouth covered mine hungrily and I knew he was ready for round two. I reached between his legs to take his already hard shaft in my hand when my phone dinged again. I tore my mouth from him with a groan.

“Just let me check it,” I grabbed the phone from the floor where I had dropped it when Cane started kissing me.

Mom’s asking for you.It’s not good.

I gaspedand put my hand to my mouth, my heart sinking. When I left earlier, she was sleeping soundly in bed. What had gone wrong in such a few short hours?

“My mom is asking for me,” I said softly while standing up from the bed. “He said it’s not good.” I bent down to pick up my t-shirt. “I have to get to her, Cane.”

He stood up quickly from the bed in all of his naked glory. “I’m coming with you.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, finding my discarded yoga pants.

“I want to,” he insisted and I was grateful.

I would need him now more than ever.

25

CANE

The next couple of weeks were the longest of my life. We rushed back to Lindsey’s house and confirmed that her mom had gone downhill fast. It wasn’t the best circumstances under which to meet her family, but sometimes that’s the way life goes. There wasn’t much to do. All I could do was comfort Lindsey and be there for her. There were a lot of tears and it killed me to see her hurting so much.

I never made it in to meet her mom. She was pretty out of it and drugged up to help the pain. She eventually passed away two days after we got there from the hotel. Lindsey, her brother, and her dad were all with her. She didn’t even have to tell me she was gone; I could tell by the look on her face when her and her brother came out. Her dad stayed in the room to be alone with her. Lindsey always told me that despite her issues with her parents and them not approving of her career choice, her parents had the kind of relationship she wanted. They were head over heels for each other, even after being married so long.

Lindsey cried herself to sleep that night in my arms, but the next morning, she took charge of the situation. Her mom and dad had everything ready for this day. With her mom being a control freak, she wanted to make her own arrangements. Lindsey’s dad was walking around the house like a zombie and wasn’t much help, so Lindsey and her brother took care of everything. It was a little sexy to see her so commanding of the situation.

It was obvious that her dad was devastated by the loss of his wife and I started thinking about what it was like to have a love like that and lose it. While Lindsey was busy on the phone or talking to the various people that visited, I was inspired to write some songs for the album. At the rate I was going, I would have a good four or five songs to take to the guys in the studio next week.

One the day of the funeral, I woke up with Lindsey’s hand wrapped around my cock. I turned and gathered her into my arms. “Make love to me, Cane,” she whispered into my neck. “I need you.”

I rolled her over onto her back and made love to her. It was long and slow and gentle. I touched and kissed her all over, not missing an inch of her body. We came together and I swallowed her cries with my mouth, kissing her keep and trying to take her pain away from her, if only for a moment.

I told her I would hang in the back for the funeral so she could be with her family, but she insisted I stay by her side. I felt a little like an intruder, having not ever met her mother and only meeting the rest of her family a few days ago. Her dad seemed fine with me there but her brother kept shooting me daggers. I don’t think he liked having me around his little sister.

I couldn’t say I blamed him. I wouldn’t want an asshole like me dating my sister either. I knew how the press portrayed me and they weren’t even making it up most of the time. For a long time, I owned who I was but now I wanted to be better. Lindsey made me want to be a better person.

As I watched her saying goodbye to her mother for the last time, the tears streaming down her pretty face, I realized I did love her. I probably loved her from the moment I saw her backstage months ago. She hadn’t left mine mind since. I wanted to tell her but now wasn’t the time. I would wait until things settled down some.

After the funeral, I checked my phone while Lindsey was talking to a cousin of hers. I had a text from Diesel.

Dude,get your ass back here. Studio in two days.

Fuck.What if Lindsey needed me here? I wasn’t going to leave her alone.