21. Cash
Chapter Twenty-One
Cash
Haven
Hey bodyguard, what are you doing for lunch?
Cash
Riley just went home sick, but I could close up for an hour if you want to go out
I’ve just hit send on that message when Haven replies—in person. “I was thinking we could eat in your office.”
I drop my phone to the garage floor with a clatter, grateful that I’m on the board and it was a short fall. When I crane my neck, I can see she’s standing at my feet.
“What are you doing here?”
“Surprising you.”
“Not following the rules, that’s what.” I snap my phone back up, then wheel myself out from under the car I was working on.
Haven doesn’t look sorry at all. She’s holding a brown paper bag, wearing a very pretty, very touchable, too-nice-for-a-garage-bay sundress, and a secret smile is playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Where’d you get that?”
“Ordered delivery to the library. Mercy walked it over to me herself.”
“And you want to eat it here?”
“I like the garage. It’s very…you.”
“Loud, greasy—”
“Hard-working, capable—” She follows me to the sink and swishes her skirt back and forth as she watches me carefully wash up. I go all the way up my forearms.
And the hungry look she gives me after I unzip my coveralls is all the reason to use a few extra shop rags to make sure I’m fully cleaned up before I pull her close.
She slings one arm around my neck and hauls me down to lay a spectacular kiss on my mouth.
In a few short weeks, she’s developed world class confidence that my lips are hers to take. And she’s completely right.
I’m putty in her hands, just a big ole softy. When her tongue licks against mine, my knees go week and my heart does a comical double-tap against my rib cage.
That’s not the only part of my body leaping to attention, either.
“Give me a second to throw up the closed sign.” I drag in a deep breath as I set her back from me.
“Why?”
“Because you kissed me like that.”
“I didn’t mean to— You can’t close—”
“I can. I’m my own man. And I want to kiss you again and again, without interruption.”
Her gaze follows me like a physical touch.
And after I’ve lowered the garage doors and flipped the closed sign, the look in her eye sparks with something else. Not just hungry for more kisses, but she has a secret.
I prowl back toward her. “What are you hiding?”
“I have a confession.” She gives it up so readily. We need to talk about her willingness to spill the beans. “I made a stop on my way in this morning that I didn’t report to you.”
“Naughty girl. Where did you go?”
“I went to the medical clinic. I got a prescription for birth control pills.” She lifts her chin. “And she had a sample pack to give me, too, so I took the first pill already.”
My cock surges to full attention. And maybe because all the blood in my body has gone south, all I can do is stare at her as she reaches for my hand and tugs me into my office.
A big, dumb ex-con, following the sweet virgin librarian into a private space right after she shares a secret like that…this isn’t right.
But God damn it, I don’t care if it’s wrong.
“That’s a little wicked, Haven.” I fill my chest with air and will some of the blood in my cock to return to my brain. To think this through.
“Wicked is a compliment coming from you.”
“That’s how I meant it, I promise. But sex lesson number… What are we up to? Five or six? Is that birth control takes a month to kick in, so your sweet little pussy remains off limits.”
She grabs the zipper on my coveralls and drags it down, baring my torso underneath. Her eyes widen when she realizes that I’m not wearing a shirt, and she flicks her gaze back up to my face. “Dr. Tailfeathers gave me condoms, too.”
“Fuuuuuck.” I grip her hips. “Are you sure? This is what you want?”
“You make me feel incredible every time you touch me. I don’t want to stop short of doing everything together, just because my past choice was to abstain. You’re the best man I’ve ever known.”
Nobody’s ever said anything like that to me.
It makes me feel…
Fuck.
I sweep my desk clear, drop my overalls to my hips, and hike up her skirt. She’s wearing cotton panties, as sweetly innocent as the rest of her. And that first glimpse of them is tantalizing, but they’ll look even better shoved into my pocket.
“Do you know how much I like these sundresses you wear?” I curve my hand up her thigh, ignoring the way my fingers are shaking.
I’m the experienced one here, I can do this. I can be the best man she’s ever known, in every way she wants to know me.
“Tell me.”
“They’re so distracting. I’m jealous of the slightest breeze catching your hem. Hypnotized by the sway of the fabric against your body. And the way they frame your breasts…I’m obsessed. And I have been for months.”
“Don’t tease.”
“I’m not. I promise, I swear I don’t have enough blood in my brain right now to tell you anything but the God’s honest truth.
I’ve wanted you for a lot longer than when you came over and kissed me, Haven.
I maybe shouldn’t tell you that, but you deserve to know.
If you want me inside you, if you want to feel that, I want you to know it’ll be special for me, too.
it’s been a long time since—” I drag in a deep breath. That doesn’t matter.
But she notices. “How long?”
I kiss her instead of answering.
She lets me, she gives me mouth, lets me wedge myself between her thighs and pretend I didn’t just overshare and make this about me when it’s a big fucking deal for her, and that’s what matters.
“How long, Cash?” she wraps her sweet, soft little fingers around my wrists and tries to tug my hands away from her face.
But if I stop cradling her cheeks, I’m going to touch the rest of her, and once we start down that path, there might not be any stopping me.
When she realizes I’m intent on kissing her instead of answering the question, she surrenders to the hunger between us.
I kiss her until her legs wrap around my waist, until she’s kicked my coveralls to the floor, and ready little pussy has found its way to riding my dick through two thin layers of cotton.
And then it’s over. There’s no fight in me to deny her the pleasure of grinding, or anything else she wants. Not when it feels this good between us. I drop my mouth to her collarbone, tasting the delicate shine there from wrestling her big beast into submission.
I drag the neckline of her dress down enough to serve her tits up to me for some kissing, and then, while my mouth is occupied on her nipples, she whispers, “When was the last time you were with a woman, Cash?”
“You shouldn’t ask me that.”
“Why not?”
Because the answer should be last week, or last month. That’s what my reputation is. And that would hurt her. But I’m afraid the real answer might hurt, too. “It’s been years.”
She lets her legs slide off me and pushes against my chest.
I wrap my arms around her back and hunch over her, burying my face in her hair. “Please don’t push me away.”
“I just—I’m not, I promise. But I thought this was—” Her arms slide around my neck, anchoring herself to me as her body heaves with hard to express feelings.
“I’ve fucked this up,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I assumed you would be… that this would be no big deal for you.”
“You are always a big deal to me.” I plant my hands on her hips, holding her against my desk as I press my forehead to hers and find her searching, glittering hazel gaze. “Did you want it to be something easy?”
“Everything with you is the good kind of easy. I thought you would be willing to do this, too.”
“I am. Shit, did I not make that clear? I want to be inside you so damn much it hurts. I’ve wanted you since the day I was convicted, Haven.
It’s fucked up, to hate your uncle as much as I do, and want to bury myself inside your innocent body, but I did then and I do now.
I always will, and don’t mistake my celibacy as disinterest. I just wasn’t interested in anyone else. ”
“Wait, are you—It’s been that long?” Her shock is carrying her right past the worst of what I just confessed.
But then it hits.
Her mouth falls open, her eyes search my face. “Me?”
“You don’t have to—”
She crushes our mouths together.
Fuck.
Fuck. Yes, my God, my Haven.
I kiss my way down her throat again, then drop to my knees.
She stares down at me as I push her skirt up and hook my fingers around her panties. “Lift up for me.”
She stares at me in wonder as I peel them down her legs.
And then I press her lush thighs apart. “You know what’s better than panties under your sundress? My beard.”
She giggles as I brush my lips against her sensitive skin at the tops of her legs, getting her used to the feel of my face.
But when I wrap my hands around her thighs and tip them up and out, making her open for me, giving me my first up close look at her pretty, glistening pussy, she goes real quiet.
Nobody has ever done this.
“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur against her sex, letting her feel my breath, my interest, my intent. “So sexy for me. I’m going to lick you now, and you don’t have to be quiet at all.”
She whispers my name, her fingers sliding into my hair as I rub my nose against her puffy pussy lips, then lick my way into her slit.
The first taste is incredible. Her sweet musk hits me like a freight train, making my cock ache and my chest hurt in the best way. The second taste is life changing. She’s mine, she’s mine, this is mine.
Only for the summer.
So I have to be greedy here, have to gorge myself, because one day she won’t be, and I’ll have to be okay with that when that day comes.
“You taste incredible,” I remember to say out loud.
She needs to hear that. I can’t leave her wondering.
“You’re doing so good for me, holding still for my tongue.
” I pull at her clit, just a tease, just hungrily wanting to explore every inch of her, because I might be able to take all afternoon here, but she has to get back to work after her lunch break.
“What a delicious little pussy you have. You sure you want my cock right here?”