Chapter Seven
There was zero doubt in Cash’s mind about which option he wanted to choose.
Nick’s words and his expression were the signal he’d been waiting for to make his move.
Yet he froze. Instead of sweeping the food out of the way and claiming what Nick offered, Cash’s brain was trying to figure out how long he’d been in love with his best friend.
His single-minded focus came in handy with business deals, but it was mighty annoying just then.
Still, once his brain locked on to the point, he couldn’t budge from it.
Maybe there hadn’t been one big event but several important moments that had added to their bond.
Their connection grew from a few delicate strands to a sturdy rope capable of—
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Patsy’s barking snapped Cash out of his reverie, and he blinked the present scene back into focus.
“There you are,” Nick said. He picked up an egg salad sandwich triangle and took a bite, watching Cash as he chewed. “I want it on the record that I wasn’t the one who interrupted your freak out.” He shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth and reached for another triangle.
Cash reached over and lightly smacked his hand. Nick would need that for other things as soon as Cash cleared the air. “I wasn’t freaking out.” His tight chest and racing pulse mocked him. Okay, so maybe his brain had kicked into analysis mode to distract him from scarier emotions.
“Saint,” Nick said, his disbelief stretching out the single word. “You trust me?”
“More than anyone.”
“Good.” Nick kept his gaze locked on Cash as he shifted all the food to one side of the blanket. “Because I’m coming over there.”
Cash stopped thinking and started reacting.
By the time Nick crawled across the small gap, Cash was already shifting to a side reclining pose.
He reached for Nick before he could stretch his long body beside him on the blanket.
Their lips were tentative at first, curious and playful.
That lasted until Nick nipped Cash’s bottom lip and tugged on it.
Cash fisted Nick’s hair so he’d let go and took control, pushing his tongue inside Nick’s mouth.
Cash relaxed his fingers and cupped the back of Nick’s head to make sure he didn’t escape.
Nick growled low in his throat and sucked on Cash’s tongue, making him think of other things.
It had been nearly two years since he’d been with someone, and he’d craved Nick for too long.
Cash was dry timber to Nick’s spark. Arousal spread through him like a wildfire as his blood rushed south.
Each twirl of their tongues stoked the flames higher and higher.
Nick used his good arm to roll Cash to his back and straddled his waist. There was no way in hell Nick didn’t feel Cash’s erection. It had been a long time since he’d been embarrassed about getting hard, but—
Nick broke their kiss and sat up. “You’re overthinking it again, Saint.
That will make me question my prowess more than my ability to get fully erect right now.
” Nick rolled his hips forward and created the perfect amount of friction where Cash needed it most. Leaning forward, Nick placed his hand on the blanket next to Cash’s head.
“Don’t hold back. Let me have this. I want to kiss you everywhere and enjoy your body like it’s the first time.
I need to hear, feel, and smell your arousal.
” Nick continued to rock against him and lowered his head to Cash’s ear.
“You’re so hard for me. Give me all of you. ”
Cash emitted a soft whimper before Nick swooped down and claimed his mouth in a branding kiss. Then there was no capacity for worry because all Cash’s focus went to the pleasure building in his core. He reluctantly tore his mouth away from Nick’s. “I’ll come if you don’t ease up,” Cash whispered.
A wicked smile greeted his confession. “We can’t have that.” Nick stilled his hips, and Cash wanted the delicious friction back. Before he could complain, Nick sat up straight, untucked Cash’s T-shirt from his jeans, and rucked the material up to his armpits. “Christ, you’re sexy.”
Nick didn’t wait for Cash’s reaction before inching down and leaning over Cash’s chest. A breeze whistled through the field of flowers and brushed over his bared skin like a caress.
Goose bumps popped up all over, and Cash’s nipples hardened.
The heat from his lower belly expanded like a giant blush.
“Are you still really sensitive here?” Nick blew across Cash’s nipple, causing him to tremble.
“That’s a yes.” He teased the tight bud with the tip of his tongue, then alternated between sucking and rasping his teeth over it.
Cash hardly recognized the needy moans escaping his own mouth.
He thrashed his pelvis upward, seeking the glorious friction he needed to find release.
Nick ripped his mouth away and smiled down at him.
“I’d planned for you to come in my mouth.
” Nick snapped his hips forward, making Cash arch his neck.
“But I can get you off like this.” The urge to close his eyes and just let the passion sweep him away was strong.
But this wouldn’t just be anyone’s mouth on his cock nor would he be staring into any old pair of blue eyes.
This was Nick—the man he’d loved since…forever.
What did it matter when, why, or how Cash fell in love with his best friend?
He would not squander the moment he’d ached for by living in his head instead of in the moment.
So Cash met Nick’s scorching-hot gaze and reached down to still his hips. “I want your mouth.”
Nick’s chuckle was dark and wicked. “In due time.”
He leaned back down and kissed a path to Cash’s other nipple.
He added more suction, teeth, and wet tonguing before inching his way lower.
Nick took his time mapping out every inch of exposed skin and rubbed his face against Cash’s happy trail.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you standing partially dressed on your porch last night. I’m so fucking hot for you.”
Cash fisted his hand in Nick’s hair and pulled until their gazes met. “Prove it. Suck me off.”
Keeping eye contact, Nick stuck his tongue out and dipped it into Cash’s belly button. “I only have one good hand. Gonna need you to take your dick out and feed it to me.”
Cash nearly broke a world record when unbuttoning his fly.
Nick eased up so Cash could shuck his jeans and underwear to his knees.
He felt absolutely carnal as he lay there partially dressed and stretched out for Nick.
The sun kissed parts of his body he hadn’t exposed to daylight for a very long time.
“God, you make me hungry.” Nick’s sexy growl wasn’t for the food Harry and Rory had packed. He inched down until Cash’s thighs supported his chest. Nick hovered over the drooling erection but kept his gaze locked on Cash’s face. “Feed it to me. Slowly.”
Cash fisted his dick and offered it to Nick, who swirled his tongue around the leaking tip.
“Tastes so good,” Nick groaned. He sucked the crown into his mouth and used his tongue to massage the sensitive spot beneath the head.
Cash wanted to close his eyes and bask in the incredible sensation of Nick going down on him, but he didn’t want to miss a single expression that crossed his gorgeous face.
Need quaked inside him, making Cash desperate for more.
Nick looked content to roll his tongue around and suck on his cockhead for eternity.
He’d said to feed him. Cash used one hand to guide Nick’s head down and the other to push his cock deeper into Nick’s eager mouth.
A wicked chuckle reverberated down the length of Cash’s erection as Nick took him down.
Nick eased off to tease the tip before descending again.
This time, he didn’t stop until his nose pressed against Cash’s trimmed pubic hair.
Nick made a muffled gag and breathed deeply through his nose.
Christ, Cash had forgotten just how well Nick could deep throat him.
“I need to come,” Cash groaned.
Nick swallowed, and his throat massaged Cash’s cockhead.
“Fuck,” Cash moaned. “Nick, baby, I—”
Nick eased up slowly until the tip slid from his slick lips. “Say it again.”
“Baby.”
Nick’s eyelashes fluttered, and a flush spread across his face.
Cash knew what he wanted—needed—and said it a third time.
Nick swallowed Cash’s dick back down, hollowing his cheeks with the force of his suction.
Christ Almighty. Cash nearly levitated off the blanket when Nick bobbed his head up and down his erection.
Saliva and precum made fantastic lube, and the slurping sounds Nick made had Cash’s balls tightening in warning.
“Pull off…if…you…”
Nick didn’t slow or spit him out; he redoubled his efforts until Cash came down his throat with a hoarse cry.
Nick continued to suck and lick his cock until he reduced Cash to a muscleless heap on the blanket.
Cash stared up at the face he loved dearly.
Nick’s eyes shone with joy and pride. His cheeks were pink from exertion, and his swollen lips glistened with saliva and spunk.
Cash pushed up to his elbows and kissed Nick, tasting himself on Nick’s tongue.
Now that the immediate passion had subsided, Cash’s earlier concern returned.
“Oh no,” Nick said, shaking his head. “You’re overthinking again. Why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?”
“I feel selfish letting you pleasure me without reciprocating.”
“If the situation were reversed, what would you do?” Nick asked.
Cash thought the asshole looked a little too smug and really hated to agree with him. “I’d stretch you out and make you feel good.” The truth earned Cash a long, hungry kiss.
“I craved your taste and your happiness more than anything else. There are other ways for us to be intimate. I’d love to feel your hands and mouth on any part of my body you’d like to touch.”
Cash cupped Nick’s face and brushed his thumb over Nick’s cheek. “It’s your love language.”
“I’m not sure what that is, so I’ll take your word for it.”
Cash spent the next thirty minutes stripping Nick down to his underwear and proving just how much he loved being touched. Nick didn’t get fully erect, but he’d cheered when he achieved a half chub.
Shoving his underwear to midthigh, Nick trailed his fingers over his flesh. “Isn’t he a beauty, Saint?” He told Cash it was the hardest he’d gotten in eight months.
“Perfection,” Cash said.
He licked and kissed Nick’s semierection to show his adoration.
Then Cash rested his head on Nick’s thighs and took his dick into his mouth.
He’d just meant to lie there for a moment, but the warmth of the sunshine and the bone-melting orgasm made his eyelids too heavy to keep open.
When he came to again, Nick’s cock lay flaccid against his pelvis.
It was still perfection in Cash’s eyes. Nick and Patsy were sound asleep too.
The egg salad sandwiches were gone, and it was a toss-up who’d eaten them.
Both were probably an option, but Cash had a sneaky suspicion his dog had devoured them as soon as the humans had fallen asleep.
If so, she would get extremely gassy. Her furry ass wouldn’t be sleeping in his room for a second night in a row, and he didn’t care who got pissy about it.
Cash’s cell phone rang, startling him and the nappers.
Nick jackknifed into a sitting position, then recalled his injury with a grimace and foul language.
Cash rooted around in the blanket until he found the phone.
Seeing Owen’s name on the caller ID surprised him.
The guys rarely called him unless Ivan was unavailable.
Technically, their foreman was still on vacation, so it made sense Owen would turn to Cash if a problem came up.
He accepted the call. “Hey, Owen. What’s up?”
Surprise turned to fear when Owen blurted, “Tyler’s in trouble and needs you.”
Cash immediately set to straightening his clothes at hearing the urgency in Owen’s voice. “What’s wrong? Is he hurt?”
“No,” Owen said, then released a soft moan. “Well, I don’t know. He got arrested.”