This Version Of Us
OLLIE
DECEMBER
Idon’t think Cash let go of my hand for more than a few minutes for the rest of the night… Or maybe it was the other way around. Who the fuck knew anymore. I sure as hell didn’t. For someone who had been desperate to leave only an hour or so ago, I sure seemed hell-bent on staying now.
I hadn’t been to many Christmas parties.
Honestly, aside from the very few I’d been dragged to in foster care, this was the first I’d gone to willingly.
I’d expected it to be a bit more Christmassy, but then again, it was more Cash’s birthday than a Christmas party.
There were still touches of the holiday all throughout though.
Like the eight billion decorations and lights all strung throughout his place, the gingerbread house contest, and the holiday themed drinks and snacks.
All of this had been for Cash’s birthday. I couldn’t imagine how much more festive it would be on Christmas. Not that I’d be there to see it.
I tried to ignore the tight feeling in my chest—this wave of impending doom. It was hard to be living in the moment right now. Especially when I kept imagining how shitty things would be once I left.
Where was the girl who didn’t give a shit about feelings? Who couldn’t care less about what people thought? What happened to you can’t get hurt unless you give people the power to hurt you mentality I’d worn around like armor my whole life?
“Everyone's gone now.” Cash’s smooth voice pulled me from my thoughts. I settled my gaze on him as he made his way toward me, taking a seat next to me before the glowing fire pit. “Here, try this.” He offered me a dark, somewhat circular looking dessert.
“What is it?”
“Chocolate peppermint cookies,” he murmured. “One of my favorites.”
I’d never say no to sweets, and he knew that. He held it out to me. I didn’t bother grabbing it from him, I just opened my mouth, letting him hand-feed it to me. He watched me with an intensity that seared me to the bone, filling me with more heat than the fire could.
Holy God, it was good. I snatched the rest of it out of his hand before I’d even swallowed.
“This is delicious,” I all but moaned as I finished it in another bite.
His grin was soft and knowing. “I knew you’d like ‘em.” With a tilt of his chin, he crooned, “Come here, sugar.”
It’s like I had no control over my limbs, moving before I even thought better of it. I settled into his lap, melting like a snowman in the sun. He was still shirtless, because, of course, he was—not that I minded.
“How did you come to be shirtless anyway?” I asked.
He chuckled, settling back in his chair. “You know I get hot really easily, and, I don’t know, I just ended up shirtless.”
I rolled my eyes even as I grinned, trailing my fingers over the smooth expanse of his impressively muscled stomach. “It had nothing to do with showing these off then?”
His boyish grin was full of mischief. “Now, why would I do somethin’ like that?”
Leaning in, I whispered in his ear, “Because you’re an attention whore.”
His crow of laughter sent shivers through me. It was the most obnoxious, yet happy and somehow oddly sexy sound. Playful Cash was magnetic, magical. And having that playfulness aimed my way was addicting.
“Oh, sugar, it takes one to know one.” He gripped my ass and gave it a good squeeze, and fuck, but it made my head spin.
I tried to hide my want and desire, offering him mock anger instead. “Fuck off.”
He grinned, and it was positively wicked. “Admit it, you chose that dress tonight for the same reason I took my shirt off.”
“And why’s that?” I asked, sliding around in his lap so that I straddled him. God, he was fucking rock hard. The press of his cock sent a jolt through me, almost like touching a hot wire.
He hissed, his hands drifting to my hips as he ground against me, and I bit back a moan as he brushed against my core. The way his eyes flickered with lust, dancing just like the flames of the fire, made me positively dizzy.
He was so goddamn hot it should be a sin.
“To make each other go fuckin nuts,” he replied, the words a low rumble in his chest.
My lips curved upward as I arched against him, earning a hiss at the friction while giving him a nice view of my tits. “Did it work?” I whispered.
Cash bit his lip and flashed me an almost feral smile. One of his hands led teasing strokes closer and closer to the apex of my thighs.
Oh, dear God, please, please just fucking touch me. I all but trembled under his hand.
“What do you think, Olina?” he asked, his gaze locked on me.
Again…the way he said my real name. It sounded like a prayer, a fucking caress.
“You know I hate that you call me that,” I lied, even as my head fell back toward the moonlit sky. His fingers brushed against the lace of my underwear and I just about lost it.
Please. I rocked against him. A silent demand for what I wanted.
Smug satisfaction shone in his gaze, a smile toying on his lips as he continued to tease and taunt me.
“You’re a shit liar,” he huffed, a low chuckle floating around us.
One of his fingers brushed over my lacy underwear once more and I silently cursed the fact I still had underwear on. I wanted, no, needed more.
My hips rocked on instinct, my eyes fluttering closed as a wave of pressure surged to life within me. I bit my lip to hold back a hiss. “I do,” I finally managed to get out.
His eyes all but sizzled as he watched me.
Brushing his finger over me once more, I couldn’t fight it any longer.
A moan broke from my lips. His free hand knitted in my hair as he dragged my mouth to his.
“So, the fact you’re soakin’ wet and try’na fuck me through my jeans like a little whore is just a coincidence, Olina?
” And the way my name rumbled out of his chest sent another answering way of pressure and desire through me.
He was right though. I was all but fucking his belt buckle like a pathetic little whore, but he was loving every damn second of it.
I kissed him. Hard, vicious, fierce. I wanted him so badly it hurt.
And the sadistic part of me wanted him to hurt just as much.
But either he was immune to my charms or had much more restraint than I did right now—which was surprising since he’d been buzzing all night—because he held back, even going so far as to pull back his hand from my cunt and break the kiss.
“Not so fast, sugar,” he murmured, that ridiculously attractive and infuriating smirk on his lips. “What’s the rush?”
“Cash,” I gritted out, rocking on his cock once more.
He chuckled. “I seem to remember you mentionin’ somethin’ about a present.”
No more teasing. No more stalling. No more idle conversation to pass the time. I would have Cash Mooney and I would have him now. “I am the present, dipshit. Fuck me, spank me, tie me up and use me, I don’t care. Just fucking take me.”
His sharp intake of breath was the only giveaway he offered for me to know his control was slipping. Everything else about him came off nonchalant and unbothered. “Really?”
I slid one of my manicured nails up his throat before resting it beneath his chin. “Tonight, I’m all yours. Any way you want me.”
His hazel eyes blazed like liquid gold. “Say please, sugar.”
Oh, how the tables had turned. I’d been so sure that by the end of the night, he’d be the one begging, yet here I was a pretty little please poised on the tip of my tongue.
But I was never one for doing what I was told. With my free hand, I reached for his cock, squeezing with just the right amount of force as I met his gaze and whispered, “Now, Big Daddy.”
His hand tightened in my hair, pinpricks of delicious, dizzying pain erupting along my scalp as he tugged until my neck and chest were on perfect display for him. “You’re such a stubborn little slut, aren’t you?”
I grinned, squeezing his cock once more. “What are you gonna do about it?”
The thick red ribbon cut into my wrists.
Not enough to be painful, but enough to keep me from moving around too much.
Cash had bound my hands together and tied me to his headboard after ripping off my dress and underwear.
He’d left my high-heeled boots on though for a dramatic flare.
Whatever, I didn’t give a fuck how clothed or unclothed I was as long as I had him tonight.
Anticipation thrummed through me, setting my nerves aflame as he stood before me, watching, waiting. The way his taut muscles bunched and relaxed reminded me of a lion or tiger preparing to pounce on its prey.
“Goddamn…look at you, sugar. All wrapped up and wet for me. Now this is quite the present.” He prowled forward, climbing onto the bed before me, one of his hands drifting along the inside of my thigh.
I shivered at the sound of his voice. It was smooth, like fine whiskey, but it had a bite to it that seared me to the fucking core.
His mouth replaced his hand, the whiskers of his mustache scratching against my sensitive flesh. I fucking loved it…but not as much as when his mouth found my clit. I bucked and arched against him, the ribbon cutting into my wrists from the movement.
Holy fuck.
This was… This was everything I’d been hoping for and more after I’d told him my offer tonight. I wanted anger. Passion. Pain. I wanted the absence of control. I wanted chaos.
And Cash seemed to want chaos as well. We were like fire and gasoline. A deadly combination. But, boy, would we sure burn bright.