23. Cash
CHAPTER 23
Cash
BARE
I toss Mollie onto my bed and immediately get to work on my belt.
I can’t fucking believe she’s here.
I can’t believe this beautiful woman is mine. For tonight, at least. How’d I get so damn lucky?
Breathless from laughter, Mollie watches me, brown eyes going hazy as I rip the belt through my belt loops. I left the lamp on the bedside table on, so I can see her expression flicker.
“Wrong that I find that so hot?” she asks.
“Not wrong at all.” I wrap the belt around my fist. “You like what you like.”
The bed is high off the ground, a four-poster I built with the master carpenter who restored the cabin. So I’m able to pull Mollie to the edge of the mattress and step between her legs. Bending at the waist, I run the hand wrapped in my belt up her side before capturing her mouth in a kiss.
My blood jumps when she doesn’t hesitate kissing me back. Our lips move in tandem, opening so I can lick into her mouth at the same time she licks into mine. She’s a deep kisser, passionate. Playful and vulnerable .
A few weeks ago, when we first met, I would’ve been surprised by this. How unlike the stuck-up, snobby city girl to be so sweetly soft. So unabashedly fierce in her hunger.
Now, though, I’m not surprised at all. Mollie ain’t afraid to let go, let loose. And something inside me loosens at the idea that I make her feel safe enough to do that.
Bet that dickhead from Dallas didn’t see this side of her.
I grab one of her wrists and guide her arm over her head. Do the same with the other arm. Then I take both wrists in one hand and pin them to the mattress.
My cock surges when she sucks on my bottom lip, languidly tugging it between her teeth before arching her back when I reach inside her shirt with my free hand and cup her breast.
Her nipple hardens to a sweet little point when I pluck it through her bra. I shove up her shirt and kiss my way down her throat. She moans when I sink my teeth into her neck. She likes that.
She rocks her hips, guiding the bulge of my erection up and down her center. I growl.
I like that.
I like that she knows that I like it. She rolls her hips again, and again, and goddamn I’m about to lose my mind at just the thought of being inside her.
At the thought that she cares enough to learn me so thoroughly.
I suck on her nipple through her bra. Nick it with my teeth before moving to the other nipple.
“Cash,” she breathes. “This is torture. The sweetest torture.”
“Just you wait.”
Giving her nipple one last bite, I turn my attention to her hands. I watch her eyes as I wrap my belt around her wrists once, twice, buckling it tightly .
“Too tight?” I ask, slipping a finger inside the buckle to check.
“No.” She bites her lip. “I like it tight like this.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure, Cash.”
“Tell me if it starts to hurt too much. And keep your arms above your head. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes sir .”
Her swollen lips curl into a smirk. “Yes sir .”
“That’s better.”
Then I’m trailing my hands down her body and I’m pulling off her skirt. I’m unfastening her bra and shoving that up by her shirt.
Then I straighten, standing at the edge of the bed. Immediately, she bends her legs and pulls them together.
“Nuh-uh.” I reach behind my head to grasp the back collar of my shirt. “Open your legs. Right now, Mollie. I wanna see you. All of you.”
I yank off my shirt and toss it on a nearby chair. I’m pleased to see Mollie obey me, her knees falling apart on the mattress.
My heart thumps at the sight of her swollen pink slit. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, a little lusher on the top.
I run my thumb over it. “I’m glad you left this.”
“I’m glad you took your shirt off. Jesus Christ, Cash.”
She laughs when I run a hand over my chest, my fingers catching in the thick, wiry hair there. “You like hair too?”
“I love it. Can I really not touch you?” She wiggles her fingers.
Shaking my head, it’s my turn to smirk. “Not this round. Next one maybe. If you listen.”
“I think I’ve proved I’m coachable.”
I unbutton my jeans and push them down, along with my briefs. Stepping out of my boots, I shove everything aside so I’m standing in front of Mollie, naked as the day I was born.
Mollie’s eyes catch on my cock. Her mouth forms a neat little O . “Of course you’d have a beautiful dick.”
“Why didn’t you say so in the truck?” I fist myself in my hand and tug. A lazy, indulgent pull that makes my balls contract.
“I couldn’t see it this well in the truck. You’re—it’s not fair, Cash. God pulled out all the stops when he made you. Shoulda left some pretty pieces for the rest of us.”
I laugh, reaching for her pussy with my other hand. “You got lots of pretty pieces, honey.” Stroking my thumb up her length, I suck in a breath when I feel just how wet she is.
Her body jerks when I circle my thumb over her clit.
Her smirk fades. “Please, Cash. I want you there. Inside me. Please.”
I stroke myself again, and again, the pressure inside me sharp-edged as I continue to pleasure her too. My mouth goes dry as I rake my eyes over her body. She looks gorgeous with her tits thrust up high, her arms pulled over her head. She’s all long legs and soft curves. Luscious hips. Full, pouty mouth.
Her hips rise to meet my touch. I dip my thumb inside her. Curse at how small and sweet and perfect she is.
The thought grips me: no one else .
I don’t want anyone else knowing what she feels like here.
I don’t want her learning anyone else the way she’s learning me.
Fuck, I’m in deep. If punching a guy because he hurt her feelings wasn’t a sign, me blurting, “We gotta use condoms?” certainly is.
Mollie’s eyelashes flutter. Her eyes go dark. I can’t tell if that darkness is arousal or disgust.
Rolling my thumb over her clit, I continue, “I never ask that because the answer should always be yes. ”
Breathless, Mollie nods. “It should be, yeah.”
“But the thought of usin’ ’em with you, having something between us…” I pump my hips into my hand. “I fuckin’ hate it, Mollie. Got my test results from my physical a couple of weeks back, and I’m negative across the board. Haven’t been with anyone since.”
She raises a brow, eyes flicking over my torso. “With that body, you haven’t been with anyone?”
“Been busy with other things.” I chuckle. “But this is the kinda busy I like.”
Her head falls back when I gather her clit between my thumb and forefinger and give it a gentle tug. “ Cash .”
“I’ll wear a condom if you want me to. No questions asked. But I wanna feel you. All of you.” And, yeah, maybe the fantasy of knocking you up turns me on in a way it shouldn’t .
Maybe I wanna have her in a way that’s not casual. This isn’t a throwaway fuck. I don’t know what I am to Mollie, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna be a friend she sometimes hooks up with.
The darkness in her eyes deepens. They’re practically black now, all pupil. “Results are same as yours. And I’m on the pill. And I know where you live if something happens, so…”
My hips jerk, cock surging in my hand. “You really think I’d run if I got you pregnant?”
It’s a weird fucking question. One I absolutely should not be asking Garrett Luck’s daughter.
But Mollie, being the perfect human she is, just takes it in stride with a sly little smile. “No, Cash, you wouldn’t run. But I don’t think you’d let me ride horses anymore.”
I laugh, the light, soft feeling in my chest so big and broad it cracks me half. “You’re a cowgirl now, honey. And cowgirls can’t be tamed. Wouldn’t dare to try.”
Now she’s laughing, and I’m practically choking on the feeling inside me .
“I like you, Cash Rivers,” she says, expression softening.
I gather her wetness on my first two fingers. Stroke her clit one, two more times before I reach up and slather the moisture on her nipple. “You’re about to like me a lot more, Mollie Luck.”
“Awful”—she yelps when I bend down to circle that nipple with my tongue—“full of yourself, aren’t you, cowboy?”
“Naw, honey. Just honest.”
Then I shape her waist with my hands and toss her further up on the bed. She gasps. I climb on top of her, my dick hanging heavily between us as I capture her mouth in a hard, hot kiss. I hold her bound wrists in one hand. With the other, I reach down and hook my palm around the back of her knee. I push her leg up and over, spreading her wide.
We look down at the same time. Her pussy glistens in the light of the lamp.
“Beautiful.” I look up to meet her eyes. “That pretty pussy’s gonna come on my dick, you hear me? I wanna feel it.”
Mollie pulls her eyebrows together. They curve upward, like she’s in pain. “I wanna feel it when you come inside me.”
I stare at her. My dick throbs. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.
Mollie’s eyes toggle between mine. She just admitted something—something I get the feeling she hasn’t told anyone else—and she wants to know what I think.
Ducking my head, I draw my nose up the slope of her neck. Stop to suck on the hollow just beneath her ear. “Yes, ma’am.” My voice sounds husky against her skin.
She moans.
I reach down and take myself in my hand. I’m hot to the touch. Shaking. But I still manage to glide my head over her clit. I curse through gritted teeth at the soft, slick feel of her bareness .
Mollie rocks her hips, asking for more.
“Remember what I said,” I bite out. “You come on my dick.”
Then I notch myself at her center. She rolls forward at the same time I do, her pussy swallowing my crown.
“Oh, Cash.” Her eyes are on the place where our bodies are joined. “You feel so fucking good.”
I’m only an inch, maybe two, inside her, but her pussy’s viselike grip already has me gasping for air. Leaning in to kiss her mouth, I slowly sink the rest of the way inside her. “You’re perfect, honey.”
She makes a high, soft noise against my lips. Keeping my hand on her wrists, I lower my weight onto her, using the muscles in my core to hold myself up just enough not to crush her.
The feel of her nipples pressing into my chest sends my pulse into a tailspin. She’s so fucking soft everywhere. Soft, but unafraid to share that softness with me.
I lose it.
I draw back my hips and lift my head. Look Mollie in the eye and roll my hips forward, a hard, deep, unhurried stroke that has both of us gasping. My balls make a lewd slapping noise against her pussy as I bury myself to the hilt.
The heat of her swallowing me whole makes my blood riot. I pull back, slam forward. Mollie cries out, a cry I capture in a messy, wet kiss as I fuck her. Hard. Mercilessly. Stroke after stroke of gutting thrusts that have my stomach caving and my heart flying.
I want to fuck away her sadness. Her regret over what she did and didn’t do in the past.
Fuck her until she feels it too—the certainty that she’s not so much as looking at anyone else while she’s here.
Fuck her so well and so thoroughly that she stays .
I take my time, but I go deep, the headboard thumping against the wall in time to my movements .
Mollie is at my mercy with her hands bound, my body pinning hers to the mattress. But she still manages to move with me, her body rolling athletically in time to my strokes. She tilts her head and runs her tongue up my neck, making goose bumps break out on my arms and legs.
At the same time, I start to sweat. Heat creeps up my dick and gathers in my head.
No way Mollie ain’t coming first.
Breaking our kiss, I toss her leg over my shoulder. Shove aside her shirt and nip her shoulder as I fuck her at a new, deeper angle, her cries becoming yells.
I reach between us. Feel her pussy spread around my girth. I play with her clit, pressing my fingers against it while I increase the speed of my thrusts.
“Lemme feel it, cowgirl.” I roughly glide my fingers over her clit.
Her pussy flutters around my cock just as I’m leaning down to kiss her mouth. Our tongues work in a frenzied dance as I bring her closer. Her hips punch forward, pushing me so-fucking-close to the edge of my own orgasm.
Her legs are shaking.
“Now,” I growl. “Come now, Mollie. I feel you. Let go, honey. Let fucking go.”
Two wild heartbeats later, she does.
Her pussy clamps down on me. She moans my name. I shout, an explosion of stars racing down my spine at the feel of her pulsing around me. Bare. Raw. I can feel myself already leaking inside her as her leg falls off my shoulder.
Our fit is so tight when she’s coming, it’s almost painful. The pressure makes my head spin. She fights my grip on her wrists, arching against me. Her moaning takes on a pleading edge, her eyes squeezed shut.
Wrong that I take pride in making her come this hard?
I keep kissing her. Keep rocking into her as steadily as I’m able to. But I’m the one shaking now .
“Your turn,” she breathes against my lips. “Go, Cash. Please.”
She’s anything but polite outside the bedroom. But when I get her underneath me, she’s so desperate for more, she uses her manners to beg me for what she wants.
I feel like the desperate one, though, as I jerk my hips back and forth. Fucking her hard enough to make her tits bounce against my chest.
“You don’t want me to come inside you, speak now,” I manage, “or forever hold your peace.”
In reply, she nips at the corner of my mouth.
A searing, white-hot pressure gathers in my balls. It shoots up my dick, and I come in hard, hot spurts. The intensity of the release is unreal. I’m surprised I don’t bite off my own tongue as I grit my teeth and hang on to Mollie. My hips spasm. Heart crawls up the back of my throat and throbs there, eager for escape.
Mollie sighs into my mouth. I feel her lips pull into a smile against my own.
“You feel so good.” She lifts her legs to gently cradle my hips between them. “Cash, this feels so fucking good.”
My chest twists at her tenderness. I feel safe here, even though the things Mollie makes me feel aren’t safe at all. Life’s crushed me so many times, I’ve lost count. Yet here I am, opening myself up to total destruction like I don’t have everything to lose.
My back aches from holding myself up. I lean a little more of my weight into Mollie. I need her warmth. The scent of her skin and the clean taste of her mouth.
We’re silent for several beats, both of us breathing hard.
“Cash?” she finally asks.
“Yeah?”
“Can you untie my wrists? My arms are asleep.”
My chest twists again. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I liked it. ”
I do as she asks, unwinding my belt from her wrists. I curse when I see red welts in her skin. I carefully massage her there. “This hurt?”
“A little. But you’re making it feel better.”
“You shoulda said something.”
“I didn’t want to say anything because I liked it .” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. “That was perfect.”
You’re perfect . I’m falling for you, and I wanna know what I can do to make you stay.
I’m way too close to confessing things I shouldn’t. Not here. Not now, while I’m still inside her.
So I pull out a little. A rush of cum follows, coating both of us in warm stickiness. Can’t remember the last time I didn’t use a condom. I forgot how messy raw sex is.
How hot.
“I’ll clean this up. Hang tight.”
When I push up to my knees and straighten, I see Mollie’s thighs glistening with my release. It leaks out of her pussy in a pearlescent stream.
She’s covered in me, her pretty tits rising and falling as she looks at me looking at her.
Something feral takes hold inside me. A desire to possess this woman. Claim her in some fucked-up, caveman way.
So instead of doing what I should—head to the bathroom for a warm washcloth—I reach down and gather my cum on my first two fingers. Then I look Mollie in the eye and use those fingers to push my cum back inside her.
Her eyes go heavy-lidded as I finger her, stretching her past the point of comfort. Her breath catches, eyebrows curving upward.
“Tell me to stop,” I grunt.
But she just shakes her head and rolls her hips into my touch. Her hand finds my wrist, and I let her guide me in and out, in and out .
She bites her lip, her pussy fluttering around my fingers.
“You gonna come again?”
“I don’t—I never come twice in a row. But this is…getting me close.”
What the fuck are we doing? What sick game are we playing at?
I love it.
I want it to be like this every night.
I want her in my bed every night, my cum in her mouth, between her legs, on her skin.
After a minute, she shivers.
I run a hand up her side. “Aw, baby, you cold?”
“A little.”
“Any interest in a shower?”
Her eyes light up. “Only if you’re in it with me.”
Later, after we’ve cleaned up and we’re back in bed, it starts to rain.
It’s quiet at first. A drizzle. Then it comes down harder on the tin roof, the sound like a steady, rolling thunder that’s somehow soothing.
“It’s like a lullaby,” Mollie says sleepily. She’s naked, the little spoon to my big one.
We’re on our sides. My arm is locked around her waist. Her ass is pressed into my lap. I nose the back of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. I could go for another round—easily—but I know Mollie needs her rest.
“Go to sleep, honey.” I kiss her nape.
She grabs the forearm I’ve got on her waist and gives it a squeeze. “Night, Cash.”
“Night, cowgirl.”
I hear the smile in her voice when she says, “I like that nickname better. ”
“Let’s sleep in a little, yeah?” I find myself asking. “I know I said I’d take you home early, but if I’m being honest, I’d really like you to stay.”
Mollie goes still. “Cash Rivers wants to sleep in ?”
“Just a little,” I say with a chuckle. “I won’t set an alarm. Fair warning: I’ll probably be up early anyway.”