Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Lola
“ W hy do you have hay all over your back?” Rachel asks when she sees me.
“Oh shoot,” I say, hiding behind a giant tropical plant in the living room. “Can you take it off?”
She laughs as she starts plucking hay off my shirt and out of my hair. “I’m guessing things went well with you and Mr. Cash?”
My body shivers involuntarily at just the mention of his name.
She laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
It went beyond well. It was… magical .
I shiver again thinking of the way his hot mouth felt on me, the way his possessive hands, so full of want and need, were gripping me, the sexy words… It was all so much.
I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. Never . I’ve touched myself from time to time, and I’ve made myself climax, but they were always so… mini. They were like tiny little blips. This was a magnitude five earthquake. This was a volcano erupting.
I’m still feeling the warm glow flooding my veins as I watch Cash across the room. He’s talking to a high-level record producer who begged him for a minute of his time. Cash didn’t want to leave me, but I told him to go. That I would check in with Rachel and catch up with him later.
He reluctantly left, but he keeps turning and watching me with those intense brown eyes, making sure I’m not going anywhere. I love how possessive he is. I shouldn’t, I know. My mom taught me to be a strong independent woman, but losing myself in Cash feels so good. There’s something about letting a powerful man watch over me that is appealing in an unexpected way.
“So, where did you two wander off to?” she asks as she grooms me, picking pieces of straw out of my hair like we’re two chimpanzees out on the town.
“Just around,” I say, wanting to keep the steamy details to myself. “Where is everyone else?”
“Sasha was making out with Graham Marshall the last time I saw her.”
I whip my head around, my mouth dropping open in shock. “She was? That’s awesome!” I could see the chemistry between them. I’m glad it’s working out for my girl.
“And Clyde?”
Rachel sighs.
“What?”
“Don’t freak out.”
“What did he do?”
Rachel shakes her head as she plucks hay off the back of my shirt and tosses it into the plant. “He took mushrooms with the drummer of Raging Heart On.”
“Oh my god,” I say, covering my eyes. “He’s so embarrassing. Why did we bring him?”
“Well, they ran off onto the ranch and haven’t returned, so…”
“I’m not sure if that’s any better.”
“He’s not here breaking stuff or jumping off the roof into the pool, so I think it is.”
Cash’s dark brown eyes snap over to me and he looks a little panicked when he can’t find me. I step out from behind the huge plant and he takes a breath of relief when he spots me smiling at him. He’s so cute. I can’t help but grin from ear to ear as the record producer talks to the side of Cash’s face, all of his focus on me.
“He keeps looking at you,” Rachel says, grinning. “It went well?”
“Very well,” I say, keeping the steamy details to myself. “He wrote a song for us.”
“He did? What do you mean?”
“He wrote a duet for me and him,” I tell her, still not believing that it’s true.
“Wow.”
I laugh at the shocked look on her face. Rachel has the funniest expressions without meaning to. “Is it any good?”
“It’s amazing,” I say, shivering at the memory of how it felt to sing such a close intimate song with the man I’ve had a crush on for most of my life. “It’s going to be a hit.”
Not just a hit. It’s going to be one of those timeless songs that stick around forever. It’s going to be played long after I’m gone. Long after my grandkids are gone. It’s that good.
“Fucking hell,” she says, staring at Cash. “You’re about to hit the next level, Lola.”
“ We’re about to hit the next level,” I say, hooking my arm around hers. “Nothing can stop us now.”
As soon as I say that, Clyde and his new friend scream at the top of their lungs as they run across the yard, butt naked. Everyone stops what they’re doing and stares in shock until they disappear into the darkness, hollering like crazy people. Then, everyone bursts out laughing and gets back to the party, chatting and drinking and dancing.
The whole time, Cash’s eyes never leave my body.
I shiver again, loving every second of it.
“Come home with me,” Cash says when the party is winding down. The sun is starting to rise, dulling the stars as sunlight streaks across the vast endless sky with the brightest shades of pink and blue I’ve ever seen.
The music is playing low and all over the property are couples tangled up together or small groups of people talking. The bartenders are cleaning up. A guy is passed out beside the pool.
“Someone should move him,” I say, putting off Cash’s request as I stare at the unconscious man. “He could roll over and drown.”
We’re sitting on a big comfy chair on the huge patio, my arm around his shoulders, my legs resting on his. He takes my legs and moves them and then gets up. I smile as I watch him walk over to the man.
Cash is taller than me with a lean, muscular body. I love it. He’s not all big and bulky like a professional body builder. He’s just perfect as far as I’m concerned.
He leans down, grabs the guy, and then rocks back using his momentum to lift the guy up. He throws him over his shoulder and carries him to a lounge chair in the shade. I grin as I watch him put the guy down, turning him on his side so he doesn’t choke if he’s sick.
“Thank you,” I say when he returns.
He sits down beside me and kisses my temple. It’s such a sweet, loving gesture and even though this night has been full of nice, romantic moments, this one is my favorite. It makes me feel all tingly inside.
“Come home with me,” he repeats.
I want to. I do. But I have an interview at one. My mother is going to be there and my manager Karen too. I don’t want them thinking I shacked up with anyone, even though they’d both totally understand if I blew off the interview to shack up with Cash Edwards.
“I should go back with my friends,” I say, even though they’re nowhere in sight. Sasha is with Graham, and Rachel finally got up the nerve to talk to Tristan Rowe and I think she left with him. I have no idea where Clyde is. I’m sure Clyde doesn’t even know where Clyde is.
“When can I see you again?” he asks with urgency in his tone. “I can’t wait another three days.”
I smile as I touch his face and kiss his lips. Cash Edwards ’ lips. The Cash Edwards. I still can’t get over that.
“I need you,” he says with a sexy moan.
It makes me realize how much I need him too.
“Tonight,” I say and he perks up like a dog who just got offered a bone. I laugh.
“I’ll come over to your place,” I say. The interview is in Houston, so I’ll be in the neighborhood. “We can practice that song.”
He grins as his grip tightens on my hip. “It’s a date.”
I lick my lips and kiss him again. “I can’t wait.”