28. Cash
28
CASH
I pull her behind me to block her from anyone’s view as we slip into the house. Of course I forgot a towel, and now, she’s shivering.
If I stop and think about what we’re doing, I might find the willpower to resist.
I don’t want to find the willpower. I want to give in. I want to bask in the heady feeling of finding out what she feels like with her thighs tightening around my hips. I want to see her eyes rolling back in her head again.
My hands clamp around her fingers as I slam the front door shut and turn around to press her body up against it. She tilts her head back, bright blue eyes gazing up at me. Her breasts are crushed against my wet chest. I cup the side of her face, drinking in the desire and vulnerability on her face. She’s so guarded all the time, wearing a mask for the rest of the world and hiding her true self. But right now, I see all of her. Her guard is down—only for me .
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I whisper, dipping my head down to capture her lips with mine.
She opens for me, brushing her tongue against my mouth. Her fingers scrape over my upper arms, and I love the feel of her nails scraping against my skin. We’re in a lust-filled frenzy, clawing at each other in a desperate attempt to get closer.
I need to be inside her. I need it like I need air.
My hands search for her waistband, and I break the kiss. She gasps when I jerk her wet leggings down, helping me peel them off her ankles. I drop to my knees once again. Her fingers dig into my hair.
“Fuck, baby.” The sight of her flawless curves, the swell of her breasts and hips, accented by her trim waist, is enough to make me feel like I’m dreaming. I lean forward, licking the seam of her pussy.
“Oh fuck …” she moans, still panting.
I grab the back of her knee, forcing it up to grant myself access to what I really want. I drape her leg over my shoulder while using both my thumbs to spread her lips. I can hardly wait another second to know her taste, but I force myself to slow down, starting with a trail of kisses on her inner thigh.
She whimpers above me, nails scraping over me. “Cash, please, please …”
“I like it when you beg.” I pepper another round of slow, tantalizing kisses, inching closer to her clit with each one.
“I’ll say anything. Please.”
“Please what?”
“I need you to suck it right now. ”
“Mmm, suck what?” I reach one hand up to pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Suck my clit, dammit!”
“Shh.” I blow on it, looking up at her to see that she’s gaping down at me, her cheeks and chest flushed pink with desire.
With my eyes locked on hers, I swipe my tongue out and lick her as far back as I can reach, back to her clit. Her eyes widen, and her head drops back against the door. I can’t hold back anymore. I’ll tease her more next time. I need to devour her. I’ve been resisting for so long, and my self-control has fully snapped.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and a scream tears from her throat.
“Ahh, don’t stop …”
My tongue moves out to flick over her. She’s growing wetter with each passing moment. Her legs start to tremble. My fingers move over to her other nipple to pinch and squeeze it. She’s nearly yanking my hair out with her grip.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck …” Another orgasm melts over her.
I feel her muscles tense right before she spasms on my tongue. Wetness pools out of her, and I keep my lips on her until she pulls me back.
Her eyes have a satisfied, glazed-over haze to them. She bends down to press a kiss to my lips. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
I stand up, grabbing her hand to tug her behind me. I still have my wet boxers on, and my erection is painful at this point. Once we get to my room, she grips my waistband, jerking my underwear down to my ankles. I kick them off before reaching into the nightstand beside the bed, where my idiot brother left me a box of condoms and a note that says, So you don’t accidentally make a little nepo baby .
I turn to face her. She must be waiting for me to direct her because she’s still standing behind me, admiring my ass.
“You enjoying the view, Princess?” I reach for her arm, pushing her onto my bed.
She collapses on the blue-and-white gingham bedding, a smile on her lips. “I knew you had an ass on you, cowboy, but hot damn .”
I stand over her, slowly rolling the condom over my hard length. Her smile fades into a lustful gaze when her eyes dip down to watch my hands. When I crawl over her, she scoots back to the middle of the king-sized bed.
She brings her fingers up to scrape them over my facial hair. “I know this is cosmically bad timing … but can you promise me this won’t be the last time?”
I’m already settling between her legs when her words hit me. I freeze. My eyes find hers, searching them for hints as to what she’s really asking.
She wants to talk about this, about what we are, now?
“Okay, forget I said it! Put it in me—now.” She smiles again.
I’m gripping the base of my dick, already at her entrance, with her tanned legs spread wide and ready for me. “We can talk about it first if you?—”
She shakes her head. “No! I don’t know why I said it. I’m sorry. Please, please keep going. I need your dick now.”
She grabs it herself, pushing the head into her entrance. She already feels like heaven, and I’m less than an inch inside. I deserve a medal for the amount of self-control it takes to push in slowly, in case she decides she isn’t quite ready for this. I watch her face carefully, but she shows no signs of hesitation.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
I need to hear her say it before we keep going. My ability to hold back isn’t something I want to find when I’m buried inside her.
She nods, lips parted in ecstasy. “So full, so good. Fuck me now , Redford.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I pull back before thrusting farther in, hard and fast. She grips my shoulders, bracing herself against me. Her thighs wrap around my hips, squeezing me tightly.
“That’s right. Hold on to me, baby. I’m not going to be gentle.”
I pound into her so fast that the bed rattles against the wall and a picture falls to the ground, glass shattering.
Monroe looks purely angelic beneath me. Her blonde hair is spread out around her head, some of the damp tendrils sticking to the side of her face. Her pink lips form an O, her skin flushed. I grip the roots of her hair and hold it tightly. Her tits bounce up and down with each deep thrust.
A loud moan spills from her mouth, followed by a whimper.
I lean down, breathing into her ear, “You can be louder than that.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, tugging me down to her lips to kiss me. She presses her lips firmly to mine, pulling my bottom one between her teeth and biting down. I smile into the kiss, loving how she’s losing herself with me.
She breaks the kiss, and our eyes meet. Hers are shining with lust and vulnerability.
The realization cuts me like a knife when I register that she’s looking at me as much more than some guy she’s fucking. The squeeze in my chest and the desire to hold her close and tell her that I want more than this nearly overwhelm me.
My movements slow down, and I savor each brushing sensation where our bodies meet. I lean down, kissing her neck to keep myself from saying something I’ll regret when she has to leave my ranch and go back to her big celebrity life.
She clenches tighter around me. I reach down, using my thumb to put pressure on her clit again.
“How do you already know my body like this?” she gasps, coming again.
She lets out a scream, and I love the sound of it.
I let go then, bracing myself with her hips, shutting my eyes as I fill the condom, coming harder than I ever have.
Once the waves of pure bliss pass, I sigh, feeling my body relax for the first time since I took the job as her bodyguard.
I open my eyes. She’s looking at me through half-lidded eyes, biting her lip.
“You destroy me every time you do this.” I reach up, tugging her lip out.
She smiles and releases a deep sigh. “It’s only fair, considering you just destroyed my pussy.”
I pull back from her and stand up to deposit the condom in the bathroom trash. I grab a clean washcloth and dampen it with warm water. When I reenter the room, she’s searching through my drawer. She pulls out one of my faded blue Redford Ranch T-shirts and pulls it over her head. I grab her hand, leading her back to the rumpled bed. I push on her shoulders gently until she’s sitting on the edge of it. Bending down, I spread her legs and clean her up.
When I rise to stand, she’s staring at me, her face unreadable. She grabs my hand, turning it over.
“These calluses did not disappoint.”
“Oh, yeah? Everything you thought they’d be?”
She folds her arms, biting that damn lip again and nodding. I’m considering the consequences of kissing her again when the sound of a phone ringing interrupts us. She brushes her hair behind her ear and exits the room.
“It’s probably Katherine. She wanted to talk about the modeling shoot with Vogue .” She exits the room to answer the phone.
After getting dressed in a fresh pair of Wranglers and another cutoff tee, I go outside to grab my Stetson and clothes off the fence. I check my phone, seeing I have a text from Duke, asking where I am.
The realization of what we just did slowly settles over me. Someone could have easily heard us if they were anywhere remotely close to the bunkhouse. I really need to build my own place somewhere else on the ranch for some privacy. I’m too old to worry about this shit.
I text him back to let him know I’ll meet him at the main house in half an hour. Before I go back to work, I want to make sure Monroe doesn’t want to talk about what we just did .
When I go back in, she’s on the sofa, her phone pressed up to her ear. Her face is ghost white. She pulls the phone back from her face and stares at the screen. I grip the back of the chair in front of me when her eyes rise to meet mine. My muscles are tense.
She turns the phone around to show me the screen. As I step closer, I can see clearly that it’s a photo of us under the shower outside the bunkhouse.