Chapter Thirteen
Cash stepped into the lobby of the apartment building with a bag in one hand and a drink carrier in the other.
His phone alerted him to a text, so he tucked the bagel bag in the crook of the other arm and fished the device from his pocket.
Instinct told him not to open the message in the busy lobby, so he waited until he was alone in his elevator.
His elevator. He fought back a snort. Whose life was this?
On most days, Cash was still the half-starved kid who’d only survived his childhood through the kindness of neighbors in the mobile home park.
He’d created a global tech development company from nothing and sold it for fifty million dollars.
He owned multiple pieces of real estate, including a ranch where he gave second chances to younger versions of himself.
Cash had gone from racing cars on dirt tracks to becoming half-owner of a racing team.
More recently, he’d gone from a lonely middle-aged man to someone whose soul mate waited in bed for him.
Seriously, whose life was this? He would’ve pinched himself to ensure he wasn’t dreaming if he had a free hand.
Cash pressed the penthouse button, raised his phone, and waited for the Face ID to recognize him.
He tapped on the message icon and then Nick’s name.
A tidal wave of lust surged through him when he saw the picture.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, willing the elevator to go faster.
If his hands weren’t full, he would’ve started stripping out of his clothes.
The elevator stopped on his floor, and Cash burst through the doors as if shot from a cannon.
Two steps into the room, he jerked to a stop.
Nick hadn’t waited for him in bed; he sat in the center of the velvet couch, stroking his dick.
The early morning light filtered into the room at an angle that mimicked a spotlight, and the rest of the room faded into obscurity.
Cash couldn’t tear his gaze away from Nick’s fist lazily working his shaft.
The drink carrier trembled in his hand, and Cash pulled himself together.
He casually strolled across the expanse of the room instead of sprinting toward Nick’s lurid display.
Cash set their breakfast on the coffee table and dropped to his knees in front of the sofa.
He knocked Nick’s hand away and put his mouth there instead.
“Christ, yes,” Nick hissed when Cash sucked him all the way down.
Fisting his hand in Cash’s hair, Nick guided his mouth up and down his leaking shaft.
Nick watched him through hooded eyes as Cash worked him over, alternating the pace and suction to maximize arousal.
Cash cataloged every moan, plea, and groan he elicited from the man who’d owned his soul for so long.
When Nick’s thighs quivered, he pulled Cash off him.
“Get your clothes off. I’m going to eat your cake and fuck it too. ”
Cash stood up to strip down so fast it left him dizzy.
He gave himself a moment to regain his balance before turning his back to Nick.
A hard smack landed on his ass cheek as Cash bent over.
He held on to the table with a white-knuckled grip to keep from planting face-first on the wood.
Nick placed his hands on Cash’s cheeks and squeezed, pushing the globes together and pulling them apart.
“Mmmm.” Nick moaned like Cash’s ass was the tastiest treat he’d ever seen.
In response, Cash’s dick was harder than it had ever been, even the first time Nick had rimmed him in the same room.
“I’m going to wreck you, Saint,” Nick warned. His breath ghosted over Cash’s pucker making it pulse with need.
“Please,” Cash begged. Nick was the only one who made Cash feel safe enough to show vulnerability. He’d bare anything and everything to this man.
Nick lurched forward and buried his face between Cash’s cheeks, attacking his pucker with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
Black dots danced before Cash’s eyes, and he stiffened his arms to keep himself upright.
Nick rubbed his whiskered chin against Cash’s taint and the underside of his balls while working his tongue into the tight ring of muscles.
Cash’s dick jerked, and he thought he might come from this stimulation alone.
Risking life and limb, Cash tightly gripped the base of his dick with one hand and kept the other square on the coffee table.
Nick eased up and said, “Don’t you dare come yet.”
“Just staving it off.” But the lure to pump his shaft just once was too much to resist. A loud crack sounded in the room as Nick’s hand landed hard on Cash’s backside. Heat radiated from the spot and spread throughout his body. “Fuck,” Cash moaned.
Nick chuckled as much as one could with a mouth full of ass. He eased his tongue free and said, “That was supposed to be a deterrent.” Nick returned to his carnal onslaught until Cash’s entire body shook with the need to come. He’d never had pleasure hurt so much before.
“Please,” he begged. “Want you inside me.”
Nick eased free of his ass once more and sank his teeth into a taut globe. He pulled a tube of lube from somewhere and immediately started priming Cash’s ass. “Can’t wait to stretch you open on my cock.”
“Hurry,” Cash hissed. But Nick seemed to enjoy dragging out his torture.
Cash didn’t give Nick enough time to slick his dick with more lube once he eased his digits free.
“Now,” Cash said as he reached between his legs to grip Nick’s erection.
Then he eased back, lined up, and took Nick down to the root in one thrust. They shouted together as their bodies merged.
Cash just sat there, letting his body adjust to the penetration while Nick cursed and held him with a bruising grip.
“Don’t move,” Nick snarled. “Not a single inch. You’re so fucking tight, and I’ll blow.”
Cash was barely hanging on himself, so he should’ve listened to Nick’s command. But he didn’t. Cash used his thigh muscles to lift up an inch or two.
“Fuck!” Nick roared as his fingers dug deeper into Cash’s flesh. Instead of holding him still, Nick bounced him up and down on his dick.
Their skin slapped together loudly as they chased their orgasms. Nick’s body tensed under Cash’s as he slammed him down one last time and held Cash flush against his pelvis.
Nick gasped, held his breath, and bathed Cash’s channel with his hot release.
Then he pulled Cash back to lie against his chest and reached around to jerk Cash off.
The explosion was immediate, splattering against his chest and abdomen.
They remained in that position for a few minutes while they wound down.
“I love you.” Sleep and sex roughened Nick’s voice, turning Cash inside out.
“I love you too.”
Separating their bodies turned into a hilarious scene since their limbs were still limp noodles.
They stumbled to the shower and clung to one another beneath the spray.
They looked more like shipwreck survivors than lovers, but they seemed content to just hold one another.
Eventually, they untangled their bodies, but the touching didn’t stop.
Cash shampooed Nick’s hair since his shoulder ached.
Nick thoroughly washed Cash’s body, paying extra attention to his favorite nooks and crannies.
Once they toweled off and dressed in lounge pants, they resettled on the couch and enjoyed breakfast.
Halfway into his everything bagel piled high with cream cheese, Nick released a moan that made Cash a little jealous. “Even better than twelve years ago.”
Cash washed down his bite of cinnamon raisin with a sip of hot apple cider. “Are you talking about us or the bagels?”
“Both. Either everything has gotten better with age, or I just haven’t lived these past twelve years.”
“I think both can be true there too.” Cash sure as hell hadn’t experienced life to the fullest, at least not in the romance department.
He hadn’t lived like a monk by any standards, but his sexual encounters were few and far between.
Nick had never mentioned his conquests, and Cash didn’t either.
He wasn’t about to ask questions now. “Especially the not living part,” Cash said.
How could it be otherwise if they weren’t together?
Nick kissed his temple. “Me too, Saint.” Then he continued to mow through his bagel. “What’s on tap for today?”
“I didn’t plan that far ahead,” Cash admitted. “I thought we’d play it by ear.”
Nick tilted his head to the side. “You still keep a sleek crossover SUV here for city driving?”
“I do.”
“How do you feel about going to my place with me so I can pack up the things I’d like to have at the ranch with me? I’ll sell or donate the rest so I can put the condo on the market.” When Cash only stared at him, Nick laughed nervously. “Too soon?”
Cash shook his head. “God no. I’m struggling to believe this is real. You and me.”
“Us,” Nick said.
Cash swallowed hard. “We’re in love.”
“Very much so.”
“And moving in together,” Cash said.
“We are…if you’re—”
Cash launched off the couch before he finished. “I just need to grab the keys.”
Laughing, Nick reached for his hand before Cash could walk away. “And shirts and shoes. We don’t need to go off half-cocked and mostly nude.” Nick raked his gaze over Cash’s body and lingered at his crotch. “And maybe underwear. Those pants drape over your cock and balls so nicely.”
Cash looked down at himself, then at Nick’s crotch. “Perhaps we take a few minutes to put on real clothes before we pack up your condo.”
Nick tugged him back down. “Or,” he said, “we do that tomorrow before heading back to Redemption Ridge.”
Cash eased back into Nick’s embrace. “I like the way you think. What would you like to do today?”