Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lola
“ W ow,” I whisper when my driver pulls up to Cash’s house. It’s crazy. Like a Texas castle sitting on the most gorgeous ranch I’ve ever seen.
I wonder if I’ll have a place like this one day. And then I start blushing, wondering if I’ll be living in this exact place one day.
If things go right, I might be…
“Want me to wait around?” the chatty driver Vince asks as he opens the door for me. Cash sent a luxury car service to pick me up since I still don’t have my license. “How long are you going to be staying?”
My heart pounds as I think about it. Hopefully, I’ll be eating breakfast here, but I don’t tell him that.
“I’ll be fine, Vince,” I say, handing him a one hundred dollar tip as I step out of the car. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Oh, wow, thanks!” he says, grinning as I walk up the majestic steps to the huge double doors.
One of them opens and Cash steps out, looking hot as hell in a black collared shirt, dark jeans, a black cowboy hat, and bare feet. Those eyes… God, they have such a strong effect on me. I get warm shivers all over.
“Hello,” I say, stepping up to him. I’m not sure how to greet him, but he takes the awkwardness out of it by wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me close, and kissing me until my whole body melts. God, I’ve missed these lips…
“You’re Cash Edwards!” my driver says, staring up at him with his mouth hanging open. “No way!”
Cash forces out a quick smile then turns away from him, trying to usher me inside.
“Can I get a selfie?”
I see Cash roll his eyes as he’s about to close the door, but I put my foot out and block it.
“He’s really nice,” I say, pleading to him with a bat of my lashes. “It will just take a second.”
I can tell he doesn’t want to, but he does it for me. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Come on up, Vince,” I say, waving him up with a big smile.
He looks so happy as he bounds up the stairs. “My niece is a huge fan.”
“That’s nice,” Cash says dismissively as he glances over his shoulder at the door.
“Call her up,” I say.
Vince’s eyes go wide. “ Really? ”
“Yeah, Facetime her.”
He’s shaking with excitement as he calls his niece. “ What’s up, Uncle V? ” she says when she answers. She looks like she’s at her friend’s house or something because there are about four or five girls hanging around in a pink room.
“Look who I ran into,” he says, shoving the phone into Cash’s face.
“ No way! ” his niece shrieks. The other girls see who’s on the line and start screeching as well.
I laugh and smile as I bump Cash with my hip. He exhales long and hard.
“Hi,” he says, giving an awkward wave. “Can we go inside now?”
“No way,” I say as I grab the phone to talk to the girls. “What’s your favorite Cash Edwards song?”
“ You’re Lola Lively! ” the girl shouts, her eyes wide.
Oh, they know who I am! I’m so touched!
The other girls start freaking out even more. Vince is grinning like a possum eating a sweet potato pie on a summer porch. He’s going to be Uncle Of The Year after this and he knows it.
I wrap my arm around Cash’s shoulders and hold the phone up so we’re both in the frame. That icy heart starts to thaw when he sees all the excitement on the other end of the phone.
“Give us your favorite song,” I tell them.
They all start shouting out Cash’s hits.
“Up Shit’s Creek! ”
“Hometown Hunny .”
“Busted and Bruised! ”
“Yes!” I say, excited to hear my favorite song. “Busted and Bruised. Want us to sing a little of it for you?”
They look like they’re about to faint.
“Not that song,” Cash starts to say, wincing. “I hate that song.”
“I love it,” I say, getting excited.
“ I walked into the shithole bar ,” I sing, imitating Cash’s raspy voice. “ For the man who gave me this scar. ”
The girls are screeching in excitement. Cash’s hard mouth ticks up into a smile.
“ He stole my girl. He trashed my car .”
He joins in, singing with me. “ He thinks he runs this godforsaken town .”
We turn and smile at each other, singing for the pure joy of it.
“ But it’s time to take Johnny Remington down .”
I love this song. It’s so fun. We sing the next verse and the chorus, having a great time while the girls listen in amazement and Vince dances on the steps.
“What do you ladies think?” I ask when we’re done.
“ Amazing! ” Vince’s niece shouts.
“Isn’t this man a legend?” I ask them, kissing Cash on the cheek. They all cheer in agreement.
Holy shit. I made Cash Edwards blush.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” Cash says, smiling at them. “I’m going to send your uncle back with some signed posters, would you like that?”
I have to push the phone away they’re screaming so loud.
Cash just smiles. I can tell he doesn’t have a lot of fan interactions like this. He’s all cooped up in this isolated castle in the middle of nowhere and probably forgets what it’s like to interact with his fans. They’re just people. People who love him. To me, this is the best part.
“Thank you so much,” Vince says, clasping his hands together when I give him the phone back. “You just gave me so many cool points, you have no idea.”
I laugh as Cash disappears inside to get some posters. We both sign them on the steps and then Cash gives them to Vince.
“Perfect,” he says, looking a little disappointed that there are only five. Just enough for the girls.
“He wants one too,” I whisper to Cash.
“ Oh ,” he says like it didn’t even occur to him. “Umm…”
He takes off his cowboy hat, signs it, and plops it onto Vince’s head. Vince’s smile is so big it makes me laugh.
“Thank you, Mr. Edwards,” he says, backing down the steps and bowing his head. “Thank you, Lola!”
I wave to him and then laugh as I watch him rush to the car and drive away, still wearing the hat.
“That was fun,” I say, grinning at Cash.
He nods in agreement, looking like he’s surprised that it was. “Yeah. I haven’t done anything like that in a long time.”
“Well, get used to it,” I say as I grab his hand and pull him inside. “Because that’s my favorite part of being famous.”
He gives me the tour of his amazing house, but by the time I’ve looked into the thirteen or fourteenth bedroom, I’m done. There are only so many beds and curtains you can see before they all start looking the same.
“I saved the best for last,” he says, squeezing my hand. “My recording studio.”
My whole body breaks out into tingles. “Take me there now.”
He laughs as we hurry down the steps into a new wing of the house.
I’m mesmerized as we walk in and I see all the gear. All the instruments. It’s amazing . It’s better than the recording studio the record album set me up with for my first album. It has everything .
“I think I’m in heaven,” I say as I sit down at the giant mixing board, wondering what each switch and dial does.
It blows my mind that he can just wake up in the middle of the night with an idea, wander down here, and hit record, making a studio level recording whenever he wants. I’m so jealous. This is my literal dream.
We get lost in it for hours. We’re both total gearheads and talk and argue about the best equipment until our stomachs start rumbling from hunger.
“Oh shit,” Cash says when he sees the time. It’s eight o’clock. Have I really been here for four hours already? “We missed our dinner reservation.”
“I’d rather stay here,” I say, looking around. “We haven’t even gotten to your guitar collection yet.”
He shakes his head as he looks at me like he can’t believe that I’m real. “You’re my dream girl, Lola. I hope you know that.”
I smile as I lean forward and press my mouth against those very sexy, very kissable lips. “You won’t be saying that after I get my hands on your guitar collection. I want to try every. Single. One.”
He laughs. “They’re all yours. What’s mine is yours from now on.”
Pretty soon, we have pizza on the way and about two dozen of the most amazing guitars in existence on the floor all around us.
I’m playing an old Gibson, humming and strumming a few chords as Cash picks up a shiny Fender Telecaster and joins in.
We’re naturals together. The carefree strumming turns into something beautiful. We play off one another, humming and singing the occasional lyrics that come to our heads.
“Hold on,” he says, jumping up and rushing over to the mixing board. “I want to record this.”
He sits back down and grins, letting me take the lead. I start off in G, strumming softly as I sing the words that come tumbling out.
“ Never knew what love could be
Always danced just outta reach .”
He joins in, deepening the sound with his skilled fingers. I nod, encouraging him to join in the singing.
“ But your shadow moves like poetry
On the edge of everything I need. ”
It gives me goosebumps. It makes my pulse race. His raspy voice is so sexy. It’s so perfect in contrast to mine. We really do make an amazing team.
By the time the pizza arrives, we have most of the song complete. We’re sitting at the table in the music studio, eating straight from the box.
“What are you thinking here?” I ask as I pull up a large slice of pizza, the cheese not wanting to let go.
“For the song?” he asks, fighting with his own cheesy slice.
“I was thinking more for… this. Us.”
“ Oh ,” he says, lowering his slice of pizza as he stares at me with those breathtaking brown eyes. “I’d tell you, but…”
“But what?” I ask, fearing the worst. I knew that being with Cash Edwards was too good to be true. There’s no way he would ever want to be with a girl like me when he could have any woman he chooses. I’m not sophisticated and cultured like some of the other women I’ve seen around him. I’m just a regular girl from the middle of nowhere Alabama.
My head drops. I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.
“But it might scare you,” he says. “I don’t want to freak you out.”
I raise my head and stare him in the eyes. “Let’s always be honest with each other, Cash. Even when it’s scary.”
Those beautiful lips curl up into a smile. “I like that plan.”
I take a bite of pizza and of course, a big chunk of stringy cheese slaps down onto my chin. Remember what I said about not being sophisticated…
Cash scoots over and hands me a napkin as I try to clean up, shaking my head with embarrassment.
“You’re adorable,” he says, watching me dab the tomato sauce off my chin. He can’t help himself and leans in, giving me a soft tender kiss.
“Tell me the scary part,” I say when I’m done chewing.
“I want more than just a song from you,” he says.
“You want a whole album?” I say, shocked, but excited. It would be the honor of my lifetime to record an album with the great Cash Edwards.
“I want everything ,” he says with a fierceness in his tone. “I want to wake up with you every morning, Lola. I want the last thing my closing eyes to see is your stunning face every night. I want to be able to call you during the day and talk to you whenever I want. I want to kiss your lips and hold your hand. I want to create with you. Music, kids, a family. I want it all.”
My head is spinning when he finishes, the expression on his face raw and desperate. This man just laid it all out on the line and is waiting for me to answer. He looks tortured as he waits for my reply.
I want to put him out of his misery by saying yes to it all but I’m breathless. I’m speechless. How can this be real?
I take a deep breath and look him dead in the eyes. “I want that too, Cash.”
“Which part?”
“All of it.”
His shoulders drop as all of the tension is released from his body. He exhales long and hard, relief blooming on his face. “Thank the lord.”
I place my pizza back into the box, wipe my hands on the napkin, and then slide into his lap.
He drops his pizza as well, and then wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
“Watch what we do together,” he says, gazing into my eyes. “Our music, our family… The world hasn’t seen anything yet. We’re going to be great.”
“Iconic,” I whisper on his mouth.
He grins. “Iconic.”
I kiss him and it feels so… right .
Like the perfect song playing at the perfect time when the world suddenly feels magical and surreal. That’s how it feels with Cash.
I shift on his lap as I deepen the kiss, whimpering when I feel his long hard erection pressing against my thigh. He makes the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard when I add some pressure to it, and I know what I want to do.
I want to please him. I want to suck his big dick.
He groans as I slide off him, dropping onto the floor.
His lustful eyes darken as he watches me grab his belt and pull it open. I lick my lips—heart pounding—as I slowly pull down his zipper and slide my hand into his jeans.
Holy hell…
He’s big. So big.
He lets out a deep sexy groan as I wrap my hand around his thick meaty shaft and pull it out.
“ Oh ,” I whisper when it pops out in front of my face, thick and hard .
The base is hidden in his jeans and it still looks big enough to dislocate my jaw. It’s massive. It’s stunning. The size of it makes my breath catch. I run my eyes up every throbbing inch of him and take a short raspy breath when I see his head glistening with precum. A drop beads out of the slit, slides down his big round head, and then drops onto my hand.
My skin is tingling with a shivery mix of nerves and anticipation as I hold onto his beautiful dick, not wanting to let go.
“Let me make it easier for you,” he says in a gravelly voice I’ve never heard before. Cash has a deep raspy voice—everyone knows that—but this lust-filled throaty voice is all for me.
I release him as he stands up in front of me and pulls his pants down.
“ Holy hell ,” I whisper as I stare up at his towering cock, mesmerized by it. It looks even bigger from this angle. Long and proud with two heavy balls hanging underneath, full and tight like they’re aching to be relieved. He’s pure masculine perfection.
I swallow hard as he sits back down in his chair, legs wide, hard cock resting on his abs, while those lustful brown eyes watch me with so much possessive heat that my breath stutters. My body trembles.
I lick my lips as I posture up, eyes locked on every virile inch of this man’s beautiful dick.
Do I just grab it? Lick it?
My hand gravitates to my mouth as I contemplate my next move and without thinking, I lick the drop of precum off my hand.
“ Fuck ,” he growls as he watches me taste him. His voice, the taste, the sight of him—it all sends waves of heat surging through me.
I want more of that . I want more of his sexy groans.
So I just take him in my hand and start stroking, sliding my clenched hand up and down his long hard shaft.
His hands tighten on the armrests as he watches me, his jaw clenched, his eyes on fire.
I open my mouth and take him in, moaning at the salty taste of his seed. He’s so sexy. So fucking hot. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I have a cock in my mouth for the first time, and it’s Cash Edwards’. It all feels surreal.
Surreal but so fucking good .
I moan as I take him in deeper , feeling him hot and hard against my tongue. I clench my lips around his shaft, sliding my head up and down as I cup his heavy balls.
“ Yes ,” he hisses, his voice rough and strained. “Just like that, beautiful girl.”
My pussy throbs when I glance up at him and see the way he’s looking at me. His dark glassy eyes are full of a primal possessiveness as he gazes down at me like he’s never seen anything so enticing in all his life.
An irresistible urge to make this man cum takes over and I stretch my mouth out wider and take him in deeper .
His grip tightens on the armrests as I swirl my tongue around his thick head and then paint his throbbing shaft with my tongue, tasting every delicious inch.
I take him back into my hungry little mouth, stroking and sucking and falling into a steady rhythm that makes him grunt and groan with each drop of my head.
I keep moaning because he just feels so damn good in my mouth and because I love how tense he looks, like he’s just barely holding onto his control.
I want to make him lose it. I want to make him come undone.
“ Oh ,” I moan as I take a breath before plunging him deep into the back of my throat. My jaw aches and my eyes water, but I don’t stop. I’m dying to make this man cum.
“ Fucking hell ,” he groans, his head dropping back. His eyes close for a second, but then they snap back open and are back on me, brimming with heat, not wanting to miss a second of the show.
“You were made for me, baby,” he growls as I move a little faster, stroking a little harder. “This cock was made for you.”
I know it’s true. We belong together. We’re made for one another.
He starts shifting in his seat, his grunts coming out harder and more frequent. I can tell he’s close. I can tell I’m about to unravel him.
My hand is aching as I jerk him off, moving it up and down with my mouth, needing to taste him. Needing a part of him in me forever.
“I’m going to cum,” he growls, his face twisting up in pleasure or agony, I’m not sure which one, but I can tell he doesn’t want me to stop.
My heart pounds as I suck him off harder. My pussy pulses with heat as I take him in deeper.
Suddenly, his strong hands are sinking into my hair and gripping my head as he thrusts into my mouth, his hips lifting off the chair. A deep primal grunt fills the room as he releases, cumming hard into the back of my throat.
I whimper as I grip the base of his dick and hold his pulsing cock in my mouth, feeling one hot surge of cum after another. I moan as I swallow every drop down.
I’ll never forget the sexy sounds he makes as he cums in me for the first time. He should make an album of that . Every hot-blooded woman in the world would buy it, but I’m glad I’m the only one who gets to hear it. It’s all for me and only for me.
His grip on my head loosens as he slumps back into his chair, breathing heavily and moaning like a sleepy beast. His eyes are half-closed, heavy with satisfaction as he watches me slowly stroke him. There’s something primal in his gaze—something possessive and wrecked, like I’ve just ruined him in the best possible way. In a way he wasn’t expecting.
I keep stroking his dick softly, not quite ready to let it go just yet.
“Your mouth,” he mutters as he drags a hand through his hair, messing it up, “is a perfect slice of heaven.”
I smile, thinking that might make a good song, but I don’t bring that up now. I’ll save it for later.
He leans forward, gently cups my cheek, and gives me a soft tender kiss on the lips. “You’re incredible,” he whispers.
I let go of his cock and shake my cramping hand out as I sit back on my heels, heart thundering, lips tingling, my chest rising and falling with every trembling breath.
My pussy is so hot and wet. It’s throbbing like never before. It wants to be unleashed onto this man to devour him whole.
I’m not done with him yet.
And he’s clearly not done with me.
He stands up, gripping his still rock hard cock, and stares down at me with a look so hungry it makes me shiver.
“Bedroom,” he growls. “Now.”