Cash (Glendale Magic #2)

Chapter 29

EVIE

Somehow, they managed to get settled up at the restaurant and into his truck. Evie wasn't quite sure how, the look on his face and the way he was absolutely devouring her made everything else in the world fall away. The only thing that existed in this moment was her and Cash.

The wheel of his truck screeched a little as he pulled into her driveway. Before she knew it, she was on the porch unlocking her door with his arms around her waist and his lips on her neck. She managed to get the door open, and Cash was ushering them into her house, kicking the door shut behind him.

She turned in his grasp and he pulled his mouth off of her long enough to pull her dress over her head. She took the opportunity to pull his shirt off him as well.

"Are you going to eat me on the stairs again?" she asked. His mouth was back on her neck and his hands were running all over her.

"No, I'm going to fuck you. Right now. I can't wait another minute to be in you."

And just like that he walked her into the living room and bent her over the couch. And fuck, she was on fire. He ran one hand down her back while the other fisted in her hair. The hand that had been tracing down her back traced over her ass before it found her core and she was dripping wet for him.

She moaned as his fingers plunged deep inside of her, then him felt him shift behind her and drop to his knees. Next thing she knew the flat of his tongue was licking her sex while his fingers were working in and out of her.

"Oh my god, Cash," she cried out. Much to her satisfying surprise his hand came down with a loud smack on her ass. The sharp pain and the tingle along with the pleasure of his fingers and tongue was too much, she couldn't stand it. The pleasure was building, and she needed a release, but he wasn't letting her have it.

Another loud smack rang out, but this time he rubbed the sting afterward. While he was doing that, he sucked her clit into his mouth and that was it. She screamed his name and was thankful to be hanging over the couch because the pleasure was so intense, she wouldn't have been able to support any of her weight.

Before she even had a chance to recover, she heard the rip of the packet and then she felt Cash plunge his hard cock deep inside of her.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as he bottomed out deep inside of her. He pulled out until just his tip remained then and plunged back fully inside of her. "I've missed this perfect pussy, Evie. Don't take it away from me again. I don't know how I would survive."

He gave a few gentle thrusts before gripping her ass, then he started fucking her hard. He was everything. She couldn’t think about anything besides Cash Hawthorne, and that's how she wanted it.

"I want you to come one more time, baby. Can you do that?" he asked as he continued to plunge into her core deeply over and over.

"Yes," she moaned, her release building in her again.

"Are you close?"

"Yes," she cried.

She was close but still needed something, and she didn’t know what it was, but Cash did. Because of course he did. His thumb slid in from her hip until it was slightly pressing on her tight ring.

“Is this okay?” he asked, checking in with her.

“Yes,” she panted.

His thumb ran along where he was still fucking her gathering wetness. Then he pressed the tip of his thumb into her ass. She had never felt anything like it before. She felt so full. A loud moan left her lips right before she convulsed and shook through the biggest orgasm she’d ever had.

His other hand gripped on her ass tightened and somehow his thrusts got even harder. "Cash," she called out her entire body riding waves of pleasure took over.

"Fuck," Cash groaned as slammed into her one last time and pulsed deep inside her.

He collapsed onto her, peppering her shoulder in kisses while she tried to catch her breath.

"Damn, Evie. That was amazing," he said, finally pushing off of her. As he slid out, she ached at his absence. She wasn't sure when Cash had come to mean so much to her, but he had. Somewhere over the last couple weeks he had become a vital part of her life. As much as that scared her, she couldn't help it. Part of her heart belonged to Cash Hawthorn, hockey's bad boy.

He came back to her from the kitchen. She assumed he went to dispose of the condom, but she was still so out of it she couldn't be sure of anything right now.

"Ya doing okay, baby girl?"

When she looked up at him, he was smirking at her, and somehow that look managed to piss her off because she should barely breathe and he looked cool as a cucumber, but in reality, it didn’t piss her off, it warmed her down to her soul.

She did take this moment to fully appreciate his naked body in a way she never had before. He was big and muscular. While his muscles weren’t super defined, you could tell they were there. His arms were covered in tattoos, and he had a couple on his chest. He was the total opposite of Bryan and everything she had never known she wanted. But if she had Cash, like she was starting to trust she did, she was never going to let him go.

"Let's go upstairs," he said as he came and took her by the hand.

They made it up to her bedroom and got into her bed. When she snuggled into him, her head on his chest, she had never felt this before. She just laid there smiling softly and listening to his heartbeat, which to her surprise matched hers exactly.

"You've yet to say anything yet, baby,” he whispered. “Are you good?"

"Perfect," was all she could get out, and she meant it.

He stroked her hair as he lay there in her bed. "I wish you could stay the night."

"Me too, but I need to clear that with River first. I'm sorry. It kills me to leave you, but I'm not going anywhere for a while," he said as he pressed a sweet kiss to her temple.

"It's okay," she said as she turned her face to look at him. "I kind of like the fact that you stepped up and took in your nephew. While I would never dream of calling you nice," she said with a grin as he cocked his eyebrow at her. "I will say that you’re a good man."

Their eyes connected as they lay there, enjoying each other’s presence. The world fell away and all that existed was in this room. He sighed and Evie couldn't help but notice the glassy quality of his eyes. Whatever it was that existed between them was real, and it felt like pure magic. She didn't know exactly when it happened, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, she was in love with this man. She only hoped he felt the same way.

She kissed him and tried to pour her feelings into it. She was still feeling a little guilty about what she had done. She needed to find a way to stop running from this and trust him. He had never done anything to make her feel anything less than beautiful and like he was anything less than one hundred percent into this.

He gave a soft moan and opened to her slow kiss. They kissed for what seemed like forever, but that wouldn’t be long enough to kiss him. His hands started to explore her body and hers did the same, trying to learn him by feel alone. While she refused to think about the countless people he had been with, she knew he hadn’t been like this with many people. These slow kisses and soft searching hands were all hers.

He turned her so he was leaning on his side facing her. His hands ran over the soft curve of her hips and pulled one of her legs over his. It was then she felt him stiff and poking into her belly. She broke the kiss and smiled at him.

"Again, so soon?"

"What can I say, baby girl? You're magic. I'm always ready for you."

And with that his kiss turned a bit more purposeful. He rolled her onto her back and caged himself over her, still kissing her deliciously slowly as he explored her body. She had been ready again since they started kissing. They could have been kissing for minutes or hours, nothing existed but them, and that was just fine with her.

An unexpected sound startled her. She jumped when their perfect moment was shattered by a knock at the door. She looked at the clock. It was after nine. Who on earth was here?

"Is someone here?" Cash asked with a confused expression on his face.

There was another knock at the door and Cash got off her, confusion still clouding his face.

Then to her horror she heard keys in the door. There were only two people who had keys to her house. Her sister, who would have seen Cash's truck in the drive and left. Or....

"Evie?" she heard her mother's voice call as the door opened. Fuck.

"Is that your mother?" he whispered roughly at her as he got off her and she scrambled off the bed. She nodded and froze with panic.

"Evie? Are you upstairs?"

Cash looked at her with panic in his eyes and quickly got under the covers.

"Yes, I'll be right down," she called out.

"What is your mother doing here?" he whispered.

"I don't know," she said, scrambling to put something on. "Stay here, I'll get rid of her."

After she had pulled on some sleep shorts and tank top, she headed downstairs.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"You wouldn't answer my calls."

"Because I don't want to talk to you. I'm not sure why you thought it would be a good thing to show up."

"Your sister told me Bryan is off the guest list. Why?"

She made it down the stairs and her mother was in her living room, glaring at her.

"Because I don’t want him there, and while you don't seem to respect my wishes, my sister does."

"That's ridiculous. He's like family."

"No, he's not. He's my ex-boyfriend."

"I just don't see why he can't be there."

" I'm not having this discussion with you right now. I need you to leave."

Her mom looked around and seemed to take note of the clothes that she and Cash had ripped off each other before having the hottest sex of her life in her living room.

"Is there someone upstairs?"

"Yes." This seemed like one of those moments where honesty was the best policy, hopefully it would be enough to get her to leave.

"Who?"

"Who? Cash. Who else do you think it would be?"

"Evie, what is going on with you?" she whispered in a harsh voice. "First you tell your sister to tell me Bryan can't come, and now I come here and find a strange man in your bed. I’ve seen some pictures and I assure you, he’s not the man you think he is."

“I know exactly who he is,” Evie said to her mother anger rising.

Her mother stared at her with her moth gaping open, like she had just pulled out an ace only for Evie to not give two shits.

"You need to leave." She was so angry, but she also didn't want to be having this conversation with Cash upstairs in bed.

"I want you to come over to the house tomorrow for breakfast."

"I can't mom. I have a coaching session at seven."

"After that."

"Goodbye mother," Evie said, leading her to the door.

"I will see you tomorrow."

Evie just nodded and pushed her out onto the porch and shut the door. She would not be going over there tomorrow. Her mother had never been this pushy in her entire life. She knew that she wanted them back together, but this was getting out of hand.

She climbed the stairs and opened her door to find Cash sitting in her bed sheets up over his lap.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"Ellie told her that Bryan couldn't come to the wedding...and she was having some feelings about that," Evie said with a small eye roll of annoyance.

"If he comes, just know it's okay with me."

"It's not okay with me," she said quickly, trying to refute him.

"I get that, and for that reason I hope he's not there. But if he is for some reason just know I'm not letting you out of my sight," he said with a look at pinned her in place, a look of utter possession and Evie shouldn't like it as much as she did, but fuck, she did.

"That's not necessary. There is nothing going on between us," she said.

"Oh, baby girl, I trust you, but you shouldn't have to fight off unwanted advances. He'll have to get through me."

That shouldn’t make her heart sing, but her heart was full on belting an aria right now. She was not a delicate flower in need of protection, but when the protection looked as good as Cash Hawthorn, who was she to deny it?

"Get in here. I still have a while before I need to head home and you’re much too far away,” he said, patting the bed next to him.

She didn't need any further invitation. Part of her wanted to be afraid of the depth of feelings she was starting to feel for this man. But there was no fighting them. Maybe it was time she just gave into them. If she could trust him as much as he seemed to trust her, they could have something really special.

She climbed into her bed, and he pulled her to him. She loved him. She knew that. The knowledge settled into her soul as she kissed him. Before long everything else disappeared besides that kiss and the desire it stirred. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her slowly, then started to kiss down her body with such slow indulgence. She would never get enough of this man, and it was time to start trusting he felt the same way about her.