Chapter 6 Peaches
PEACHES
In slow motion, I widened my legs a fraction of an inch, a non-verbal invitation for more. My mouth was dry, my pulse frantic, but I was clear-eyed.
Cash’s face hardened instantly with a fierce hunger. He knocked Sawyer’s hand away and replaced it with his own, so he was holding my legs open, the cool air of the bus’s air conditioning caressing my inner thighs. His thumbs pressed into my skin, firm and possessive.
“Sawyer,” he said, “can you get my jacket?”
Sawyer chuckled and said, “Yes, sir.”
He draped a Philadelphia Revolution jacket across my entire lower body. It was still warm and smelled like them both. Beneath it, Cash’s hands moved all the way up my thighs until his thumbs could caress beneath the hem of my shorts.
A whimper slipped out before I could stop it. Cash’s gaze flared with heat. At my ear, Sawyer whispered, “We can’t have you making any sounds, now can we? There’s an entire bus full of sleeping ball players around you and we’ve got an important game tomorrow. They need their beauty rest.”
Cash’s thumbs slid up one more inch, to my underwear, and he rubbed both thumbs along my clit. Light as a feather, but my hips still jerked forward on the seat.
Cash sent some directive to Sawyer with just his eyes.
A second later, Sawyer’s strong arm banded around my waist, keeping me still.
And his palm moved to gently cover my mouth, keeping me quiet.
My back arched into his touch — so formidable, so confident, restraining me in a way that made me feel safe. Adored.
Meanwhile, I was being expertly relieved of my shorts and underwear beneath the jacket. Cash nudged a knuckle against my bare pussy and hissed through his teeth.
“I bet you’re soaking wet for him, aren’t you, ace?” Sawyer whispered in my ear.
I nodded, my lower body already quivering. The tip of Cash’s index finger was circling at my entrance. The look of concentration on his face was the same one he wore on the pitcher’s mound.
“You’ve written so much about that man’s hand,” Sawyer said. “Whole paragraphs about the dexterity in those fingers.”
Cash started to push inside me. Pleasure burst through me so sharply I had to swallow a moan.
“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, Darcy.
As someone who’s been on the receiving end of that talent all these years, Cash Barlow has worked me over with that hand so expertly that I wept afterward.
” Sawyer nuzzled his nose into my hair. “So now he’s gonna show you just how dexterous those fingers really are. ”
My focus was locked on Cash as he slipped a second long finger inside of me. I tilted my hips up. He slid deeper, and my inner muscles squeezed tight around him. His throat worked as he swallowed, jaw tight.
Quickly, before anyone could see, he tipped forward, eyes searching mine.
“You are absolutely fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered.
Every part of my body clenched in pleasure. It was the contrast between his hard, muscular hand and the tenderness of his expression.
Cash leaned back and brought the heel of his palm to my clit, beginning to fuck me with a deliberate slowness. Rocking back and forth, learning the contours of my body. Ecstasy spilled through my veins, curling my toes, shooting shivers along my spine.
Sawyer brushed his lips through my hair. “That was an awfully sweet thing for Cash to say. But you should know that I’m a goddamn saint compared to him. If we weren’t worried about being overheard, the words that would be coming out of this man’s mouth…”
Cash moved his palm away from my clit. Replaced it with the thumb of his other hand, circling so perfectly that I dug my nails into my skin, trying to stay quiet. Even with the makeshift blanket, it was obvious from the way the fabric kept shifting that he had both hands between my legs.
The sight of it thrilled me — how public it was, how reckless it was. The fear of getting caught being finger-fucked by the best pitcher in the league right now sent adrenaline coursing through every nerve ending.
“Everyone thinks he’s so polite.” I could hear the grin in Sawyer’s voice. “But Cash will yes ma’am you as he’s yanking your hair back and taking you from behind.”
The image had my cunt fluttering around Cash’s fingers. He moved faster, stroking my g-spot, then smirked. Unable to entirely hear what Sawyer was saying but clearly reading how turned on I was. Without Sawyer holding me, I would have been thrashing back and forth on the seat.
Without Sawyer holding me, I would have straddled Cash and fucked that smug smirk right off his face.
Cash sent another wordless demand to Sawyer. “Speaking of, looks like I’m being given an order.”
Just like I’d imagined earlier, I glanced down to see Sawyer slide his hand into his pants and grip himself.
Cash switched the rhythm of his fingers in time to Sawyer’s fist, slowing down to the point of frustration.
He wasn’t touching Sawyer at all but still controlling him — same as he was with me, his fingers careful not to let me climax.
“He knows I’ve been on edge for weeks now, dreaming about what you taste like,” Sawyer groaned softly. Cash’s thumb circled my clit. “He’s been taunting me too, the arrogant bastard. Feeding me fantasies about you, about what we’d do together.”
I whimpered against his hand. Begged Cash with my eyes to let me come. Begged Sawyer with my eyes to let me see his cock.
Neither of them complied.
“Goddamn, Darcy.” Sawyer grunted. His fist stroked faster. So did Cash’s fingers. “When he fucks me now, I come wanting you on my face, darlin’. I come wanting my tongue buried deep inside of you. I can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop…”
His hips were starting to jerk. I didn’t know where to look. At Cash across from us, imperious and in control. At Sawyer, head tipped back so I could see his throat.
The orgasm building inside of me was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Tears already streamed down my cheeks from the intensity. I was breaking open, every sensation coming to a head.
Cash didn’t hesitate. Keeping one hand working between my legs, he gripped the back of my neck and kissed me. I came then, riding Cash’s fingers and letting his mouth muffle my screams, shattering in every way possible.
Then I watched as he slipped his fingers from my pussy and shoved them between Sawyer’s lips. As soon as he tasted me, he came with a snarl, choking back his groans.
He kissed me just as Cash had, still trembling and catching his breath. I was trembling too, letting Cash smooth back my hair as Sawyer slanted his mouth over mine and tenderly drank me in.
“I knew it,” Sawyer whispered, pulling back to gaze at me. “You taste sweet as peaches.” He turned to Cash, crooked his finger beneath his chin and dragged him in for a kiss too.
My entire body blushed with desire. Sawyer licked his tongue between Cash’s lips, sharing what I tasted like. I could see every vein in Cash’s hands as he gripped Sawyer’s face, his mouth hungry and confident.
I was panting by the time they parted. Cash licked his fingers again and flicked a heated gaze my way.
“He’s right. You do taste sweet as peaches.” Cash eased into a crooked smile. “It’s my favorite flavor.”
How could I go back to a normal life after this? I’d given in to temptation — in the back of a bus, surrounded by potential witnesses, no less — and only wanted this future more now.
Which, of course, is when my phone buzzed in my pocket, startling me from my orgasm-induced trance. I fumbled for it with shaking fingers, blinking at the bright screen to see a late-night message from my boss, Sam.
Heard you’ll be in DC next, he wrote. Care to come up to Philly for a quick chat about your future here?