Chapter 12 #2
He doesn’t waste a moment and lifts himself from my body, standing before me.
Grabbing his wallet from his back pocket, Cash pulls out two foil packets and tosses them on the couch next to me, then drops his wallet on the floor.
His hand reaches for the button of his worn jeans, and he undoes it.
I feel his gaze boring into me as he slides the zipper down, but I don’t look up.
My eyes are firmly transfixed to the way he slides his jeans and underwear down his legs before standing straight and running his hand over his thick cock jutting out in front of him.
I’m completely mesmerized by his movement and the bead of liquid at the tip.
“You still with me, baby?” he asks in a husky whisper.
“Yeah,” I answer, nodding my head.
I look up and catch the smirk dancing on his lips.
He steps forward and grabs my waist, positioning me so my entire body lies across the wide couch, spread out before him.
Cash grabs one of the foil packets and kneels between my thighs, ripping it open with his teeth before he rolls the latex over his length.
When he bends forward, his lips land on my breast, licking around the sensitive peak, then he sucks my nipple into his mouth, the tugging feeling causing my body to light up.
“Fuck, your skin tastes so good. I want to lick you from head to toe and taste all that sweetness,” he says while he licks and sucks my skin.
“I wouldn’t stop you,” I breathe out as my fingers play in his hair.
He chuckles against my flesh, then lifts his head, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me, his tongue delving deep into my mouth.
When he breaks the kiss, he has one elbow propped next to my head, his hand tangled in my messy hair, and the other reaches between us, positioning himself at my entrance.
My hands slide from his waist around to his back.
I grip him as he enters me, our gazes never breaking from one another.
I release a keening moan as Cash’s breath becomes shaky as he begins to move inside me.
“Holy shit, Cece. You feel so fucking good,” he whispers. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Tears prick the backs of my eyes. I’ve never felt this. This connection and absolute rightness with another person. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. I need more.
And he gives it to me.
He lifts his upper body, his strong arms holding himself over me as his hips change position.
He wraps one hand around my calf, and he loops my leg around his waist. One of my hands grips his straining forearm and he takes the other in his, linking our fingers next to my head.
He presses deeper, the change hitting a spot inside me that I’ve never felt.
This is like when he had his mouth on me, but different, deeper.
“Oh God,” I cry out as the walls of my pussy begin to pulse and that newly familiar feeling begins to spread from my core.
“That’s it, baby. You’re going to come for me again. Goddamn, you feel so good tightening that sweet cunt around my cock.”
He moves inside me, hitting that spot over and over. Within moments, I’m crying out, and Cash keeps his pace as wave after wave of the most amazing feeling takes me under then pushes me back up, only to do it all over again.
“Fuck,” Cash bellows, and I feel him jerk inside me, his gaze becoming slightly unfocused as he pumps a couple more times, then stills inside me.
Both of us are breathing hard as sweat drips down his flushed face.
He leans down, taking my mouth in a reverent kiss. Though he’s still holding most of his weight with his arm, his damp chest brushes against mine and I shiver.
“You cold, sweetheart?”
I shake my head. “I’m perfect.”
His gaze bores into me before he inclines his head and places another soft kiss against my lips. “That you definitely are. And mine.”
There’s no containing my wide smile that stretches from ear to ear. “And yours.”
Cash presses a quick kiss against my smile that he says he loves to taste, and he lifts himself from the couch.
Cash walks into the kitchen, naked as the day he was born.
When he returns, he’s rid himself of the condom, but he’s holding one of the new towels we bought.
He brushes the warm, damp fabric through my center, and I moan.
“Not sore then?” he asks with a small grin.
I shake my head. “I feel amazing.”
Cash lies down on his side next to me and turns me to face him. His hand runs over my thigh, and he lifts it over his hip, settling us together like a naked pretzel.
He gently sweeps my hair from my face and over my shoulder. “I don’t want you to leave me tonight,” he says in a quiet voice.
My chest feels as though it’s being cracked open with his words. “Then I won’t.”
His lips brush mine softly, like the first few weeks when we were taking things slowly. Guess that plan is shot out of the water. Not that I mind in the least. Nope, not at all.
“I need a bed in this house,” he says, and I giggle.
“I like being this close to you.” I wiggle my hips, and his face dives into my neck with a growl.
“You’re going to kill me, sweetheart.”
“Well, until you have a bed, the couch will have to do. At least you bought one big enough.”
Cash lifts his head and smiles down at me. “When we were at the store and you had lain down on it to test it out, I knew I had to have it. You looked so beautiful and happy that day.”
I smile up at him, and he kisses the tip of my nose.
“Actually, I have something that might work.” He hops up from the couch and stares down at me with that same look on his face I saw earlier. “Damn, I’m really fucking glad I bought this couch.”
Another giggle escapes me as he disappears down the hallway. A minute later, he’s back with two plastic shopping bags.
“What’s that?” I ask, sitting up to try to peer into the bags.
Cash chuckles as he starts pulling things out. “When Tanya found out I bought a house, she showed up at the clubhouse with a bunch of bedding. Said men never think about thread count or mattress covers, or some shit like that. I threw it in the closet and didn’t think about it again.”
He unzips the plastic packaging and pulls out a thick memory-foam mattress cover. “It’s not quite the same, but it’s better than nothing.”
He lays out the large rectangular pad, then grabs the other plastic bag, pulling a set of sheets from it and laying one over the mattress cover.
He stands naked and proud, looking down at his work.
When he glances at me, he has an almost apologetic look in his gaze.
“Sorry I don’t have something more comfortable. ”
Rising from the couch, I pick up the top sheet from the floor. “This is perfect.”
I sit down on the makeshift bed, turning to grab the pillows that had fallen from the couch, placing them behind me. Shaking the sheet out so it covers the rest of the pad, I let it fall over me.
Cash watches with a small grin on his face before he lies down next to me, pulling me so that half of my body is splayed over his chest. “Now it’s perfect,” he says, trailing his fingers up and down my back in a soothing motion.
It doesn’t take long for my eyes to get heavy as I relax into the strong man underneath me.
He kisses the top of my head. “Good night, sweetheart,” he whispers, and moments later, I’m fast asleep in his arms.
It’s the incessant ringing that pulls me from slumber first. Then Cash’s gravelly voice hits my ears.
“Hey,” he says, listening to whoever is on the other end. “She’s fine. She’s right here.” Silence for another second. “Yeah, hold on.” He hands the phone to me. “It’s your sister.”
Shit.
After last night, I didn’t even think to let Lucy know I wouldn’t be home, not that I would have known how to explain it.
I bring the phone to my ear, still having no idea what to say.
“Hello?”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Cece. Do you know how fucking worried I’ve been? I got up this morning and your bed is made with no note, no coffee made, nothing.”
It’s not unusual for me to be up and out the door before Lucy or Jude these days, but there’s always some sign that I was home the night before.
“Sorry, I was trying out some new recipes at Cash’s and fell asleep on the couch.”
“You fell asleep?” she asks flatly.
“Yeah. It was a long day.” Not a complete lie.
“And you didn’t hear your phone the forty times I tried to call you?”
My sister tends to exaggerate when she’s upset. Standing from the floor, I head into the kitchen and grab my phone from my purse. Forty-three missed calls. Okay, so maybe this isn’t one of those times.
“Shit, I’m sorry. My phone was in the other room, and I didn’t hear it.”
Lucy scoffs. “Didn’t hear it…I’ve been freaking the hell out over here, ready to call every brother to launch a manhunt—and all because you didn’t hear your phone?”
She’s really fucking pissed.
“Listen, I said I was sorry. I fucked up by not having my phone next to me, but there’s no need to go nuclear on me,” I say, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.
There’s silence for a beat, and then, “I was fucking terrified something happened to you!”
“I know. Jesus! I’m sorry. But you don’t get to yell at me for one mistake.”
“It’s a lot more than one mistake, Cece. Don’t act like I don’t have every reason to be pissed at you.”
“Lucy, I’m not dealing with this first thing in the morning.” I take a calming breath in an attempt to calm myself and not fight with my sister. “You know where I am, and you know I’m fine. But you can’t use shit that’s in the past to fuel your anger over this. That’s not fair.”
I hear Jude say something to her, but can’t make out his exact words.
“Fine,” she grits out. “I’m glad I know everything is okay now.
I was worried and may be overreacting a bit.
” Though she’s saying the words, I’m not convinced she actually believes them.
“Please let me know if you’re going to be spending the night out in the future.
” Okay, she is one hundred percent being coached by her boyfriend.
She exhales. “I was really worried, Cece,” she says in a softer voice.
“Can you please just let me know next time you stay out all night?” This version sounds more like my sister.
“I will. It was honestly an accident, but I’ll be more careful next time. If I’m too tired to drive, I’ll let you know. I’m really sorry I scared you,” I tell her, and I mean it.
“Are you dropping anything off at Cool Beans today?” she asks.
“No, Betsy said she doesn’t need anything until tomorrow, so I have the day off.”
“Okay, I’ll see you when you get home, then. I love you, sister.”
I clear my throat, trying to get rid of the lump that’s suddenly there. “I love you, too.”
She hangs up and I drop my hands into my lap. “Shit,” I breathe out.
Cash’s hand rubs my back, soothing the tension that has my muscles tight. “You fell asleep baking? Wow, I feel like your dirty little secret,” he says in a teasing voice.
I turn to him, worried that he’s trying to cover his disappointment that I didn’t tell my sister what was really going on.
“Are you upset I didn’t tell her about us?”
Cash shakes his head. “You guys have a complicated relationship that I won’t pretend to completely understand. But I’m not a fan of keeping secrets, either. We’ve been more than friends for weeks now. I think it’s time we make it known what we are to each other.”
That’s completely fair, but I’m still hesitant. “What exactly are we?”
Cash sits up and presses his lips to mine. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
“Simple as that?”
He lets out a quiet laugh. “That simple and that complicated, I guess.”
“I’m just not ready to announce it to the world. You heard how she reacted when I didn’t come home last night. She’s still really overprotective and is going to hate the idea of me getting involved with a brother. She still thinks I’m too fragile for that kind of life.”
“Then she doesn’t know you as well as she thinks she does.” He tilts his head to the side. “But I don’t think you show her all the sides of yourself, either.”
I shake my head. “You’re right. Sometimes it’s easier to go with the flow rather than fight the current that is my sister.”
“I hear you, sweetheart, but now you have me to help you swim.”
I lean over and press my lips to his shoulder before resting my head against him. “Yeah. I do.”