Tis The Damn Season #2
A grin sliced his face, and shivers danced across my flesh. This wasn’t the same easy-going, cocky as hell smirk he offered up like free candy. I mean, the cockiness was still there, but there was something more. Something determined. Adamant. “Run, sugar. I don’t mind a good chase.”
His words sparked desire in me, bright and hot as it pumped through my veins. But then the weight of what he actually was saying sunk in.
He’s falling for me. And that wasn’t good.
“Why?” I choked out through white-hot tears of anger. “We had a good thing going. We had fun. Now you’re gonna go and ruin it?”
“Who says we can’t have fun, still?” he asked, settling a hand on my hip.
“Why’s anythin’ gotta be ruined? You like me, I like you.
We’re good together. I ain’t askin’ you to marry me.
Hell, I ain’t even askin’ for a few months or a year.
All I want, all I care about is right here and right now.
This very moment.” He blew out a breath, and the other hand he had pressed to the wall barring my exit dropped for a moment, before he gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
It was a gentle touch, but there was something possessive in it as he forced me to meet his hazel stare. “And what I want is you.”
My breath left me in a whoosh, the burning anger coursing through me warring with desire. He played the facade of the laid back, golden retriever type so well that I tended to forget he could be so goddamn dominating and stubborn. But, damn I loved when he turned this side of him on.
He lowered his mouth to mine and I melted. Melted like ice on a hot, summer day. Lust won out against my fury as I slid a hand up around the back of his neck, drawing him in closer to me. Cash’s answering groan of approval was kindling to the fire building within.
His hand resting on my hip drifted up, up, up, his worn and weathered hands scraping against my skin as they slipped beneath the fabric of my crop top. He cupped one of my tits and squeezed. Fuck. He knew right where to go. A hiss fell from my lips.
The answering chuckle that rumbled out of him had me arching into the touch.
He pulled back enough to pepper kisses along my jaw and down the length of my neck.
“How is it you have these completely covered up for once,” he murmured, squeezing and kneading, “and they’re still all I can fuckin’ think about? ”
I shivered at the way his hushed words tickled my skin, even as laughter bubbled out of me. Cash was a total tits guy. Luckily, I had a great rack and adored his admiration like a little whore.
My head fell back against the brick building, a breathy laugh escaping me. “You were seriously thinking about my tits in church?”
“Well, you do got a set that are worth worshipin’, sugar.” His answering squeeze to both of them was enough to wrench a moan from me.
He was so fucking terrible, and I didn’t mind one bit.
He knew exactly what to say, what to do to rev me up and make me fucking feral.
Another laugh escaped me before I dipped my mouth to his once more.
Hard. Brutal. Unrelenting. When I pulled away, we were both panting, our breaths misting on the cold night air.
“You better not let your mommy hear you saying something like that. Isn’t that, like, blasphemy? ”
He groaned, stilling for a moment. “Don’t talk about Mama right now. Don’t fuckin’ ruin this for me.”
I giggled. He was usually the one who never got embarrassed, I took great pleasure in being one of the few who managed to do it.
“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it, Big Daddy?” I trailed my hand down his chest, meeting his stare as I went lower and lower—over the planes of his rock hard abs hidden beneath his obnoxiously loud, and yet somehow oddly sexy green and red chevron patterned shirt.
As my fingers brushed against his belt buckle, a soft, throaty chuckle escaped him. “Not a damn thing, sugar,” he murmured, his gaze meeting mine.
It was crazy to think that when we’d met almost five months ago, I hated when he called me that, but I’d be a damn liar if I said it didn’t send a rush through me every time he said it now.
My lips tugged up into a grin as I hovered my mouth before his, pulling away inch by inch every time he leaned in to seal the kiss, all the while, teasing and toying with his belt buckle.
Cash bit his bottom lip, raking his perfect, pearly white teeth over it as a smug grin pulled on his lips, and it’s like sparks ignited in my veins. He really did have a million-dollar smile. And the things it fucking did to me… I hated it as much as I craved it.
“Come on, sugar, stop bein’ a tease.”
I slid my hand down the length of his cock—rock hard in his jeans—and laughed at the hiss that escaped him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered against his lips.
“Ollie,” he groaned out, one of his hands coming up to clamp gently around the base of my throat while the other remained firmly clasped to my tit.
His hazel gaze flared with challenge and lust and frustration.
This little game of cat and mouse was getting to be too much.
For both of us. I craved his touch, his kisses like a drug.
I wanted the high that was Cash Mooney like a junkie needing their next fix.
I didn’t resist as his mouth clashed with mine once more, but instead moved in time with him, embracing the high.
“Ahem.”
Cash and I both stilled, our chests rising and falling in tandem. What great fucking timing. I was about to tell the person to fuck off, when a familiar deep chuckle accompanied the little throat clearing.
“You better not let your mama catch you, boy, or she’s gonna have your hide.
” Bad Mooney’s face was set into its typical scowl, but his eyes—just like his son’s—glimmered with mischief.
“You…” He pegged me with his stare, the corners of his lips pulling up into the ghost of a smirk.
“I don’t know what to do about you, trouble. ”
Cash relinquished his hold on me, and my body mourned the loss of his warmth. Desire still swam in my veins. Damn it, I hated that we’d have to put a pause on this.
“Need somethin’, Dad?” Cash ground out.
Bad just chuckled. “Not particularly.”
Old man just came out to cockblock us then. I bit back a grin. How very Bad-like. I think he took it as a personal challenge to foil mine and Cash’s alone time as often as possible. Not because he didn’t like me. No, Bad and I got along great. He just liked fucking with Cash.
Shaking his head, he let out a chuckle and said, “What is it with you kids and chokin’ each other?”
I could have just not answered, but the smug look on Bad’s face made the defiant part of me spark to life.
Well, if he was going to spoil my fun, might well get a laugh in.
Lips hooking up into a wicked grin, I asked, “Have you and Violet never done this before? I can show you guys. It might just spice up the bedroom a bit.”
“Ollie!” Cash coughed, and, flicking my gaze to his, I found his eyes wide and full of surprise. His mouth gaped open like he was trying and failing to figure out what to say.
It wasn’t common for me to leave him speechless. Cash Mooney was way too witty for his own good. A blast of pride blazed within me, knowing I’d managed to get him all tongue-tied.
Bad’s laughter echoed into the cold night, his breath misting before him. It wasn’t one of his amused chuckles, but a rare, full on belly laugh. I couldn’t stop the grin from forming on my lips.
“You are…” He shook his head, a wide grin on his face. “You may not believe this, but I bet Violet could show you a thing or two.”
“Jesus, Dad!” Cash’s face turned into a mortifying mask.
I snorted, a cackle peeling from my lips.
“You got your hands full with this one, boy.” Bad laughed once more and focused his attention on his son.
Cash fumbled for a response. Were his cheeks blushing? I bit back a grin. I mean, it was dark so I couldn’t be completely sure, but I was going to say he was.
Saving him from having to formulate a response, I winked at Bad. “Give us a minute or two for him to recover. We’ll be back in soon.”
“Gotta get that quickie in right?” Bad joked.
Cash groaned as he tipped his head back to the night sky. I cackled; I couldn’t help it. The fact that Bad wasn’t offended, but was joking and teasing me just to embarrass Cash…
“Don’t worry, sir,” I said, sugary-sweet. “Knowing your son, it won’t take long at all.”
Bad doubled over, howling with laughter, before turning his back on us and disappearing back through the side door. I swear, I didn’t miss him wiping tears from his eyes. Even Cash couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
Alone once more, I settled my gaze on him. We were still pressed close to one another, though he wasn’t gripping my throat anymore.
He raked his teeth over his bottom lip again before smiling that bright, brilliant smile of his as he rubbed the back of his neck. God, he really was beautiful. “You’re crazy,” he murmured against my lips as he pulled me to him. “I fuckin’ love it.”
He stilled then, pulling away as worry and shock rippled across his face. “I love it,” he emphasized, stammering his words. “Not you. I mean, not that I don’t care about you. I just—I don’t mean I love y—”
I knew exactly what he meant. He didn’t need to explain it or apologize for it. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to let him dangle for a few moments before swooping in to save him.
Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, I hovered my lips against his mouth, letting out a breathy whisper, “Just shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”
He snaked a hand in my hair, his hazel eyes darkening with desire as a soft growl of approval rumbled in his chest. “Don’t gotta tell me twice, sugar.”