Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
KINDRED
Candy is watching me. Why, I’m not sure. “What’s up?” I ask, going over the seating chart. I don’t know why I’m doing one at all. People in this town tend to do what they want.
“You’re glowing.”
“I’m what?” I drop my glitter pen and grab my clip off my desk to pull my hair up. I have been going nonstop. The heels I’m wearing, for once, are starting to hurt my feet. I have five million things happening at one time.
"It's called shimmer. I'll put some on your cheeks tomorrow."
"That's not what I meant." She laughs. "All of you is glowing."
"That might be sweat." I try to play it off. I know exactly what she’s talking about.
"Oh my God! It's not, and something is different." I know what’s different, but now is not the time to get into Cash and me. This is about her wedding and love story, not mine. Though I might not have control over it. Cash had kissed me outside, so anyone could have seen. It was early, though.
“I’m not pregnant. That’s you. Pregnant people glow,” I point out. Candy's expression turns skeptical. I change the subject. "Let's go over the final list to make sure we have covered everything."
I have made a very detailed list of how tomorrow needs to unfold with times of when certain things should be delivered and set up.
I'm handing the list over to Tinsley. I can't stay on top of all of this when I need to be catering to Candy, and I know Betty who owns the inn can handle it, and Tinsley will be the fire if it needs to be lit under anyone's asses.
Plus, there is always Hollis's mother. That woman will be on top of everything. Right now, she’s in Candy and Hollis’s backyard issuing orders.
There will be an outside section for the wedding. We had a million and one heaters brought in, and they’ve been covered to blend in with the white tenting. It really is going to be a winter wonderland.
"I'm not worried about the wedding. I want to know about you and Hudson. He was making eyes at you yesterday when he showed up here."
"What can I say? The man is obsessed with me." I shrug. "Everyone needs a hobby."
"Who needs a hobby?" The way my heart does a silly flutter in my chest at the sound of Cash's voice is everything a girl could hope for.
"Kindred was telling me your hobby is your obsession with her."
"It's a good hobby, and one that only I better have."
"How's your day going, Sheriff?"
"It's going." Cash strolls into my office with a couple of bags, one from the café, in his hands. "Wanted to go over a few things. I got your email."
"What email?" Candy's eyes are bouncing between the two of us.
"My list of things to get done in case I might forget one." He sets the food down on my desk. "I didn't."
Cash gives me a sexy-ass smirk that has me wanting to kiss the hell out of him. As busy as I am right now, I'm so freaking happy too. My man, the sheriff, is bringing me lunch. "I'll have my sticker now."
"You can't demand stickers."
"It's true." Candy nods adamantly. "I've tried before."
"Guess I'll have to try harder, and I love a challenge." He comes around the desk, and before I know it, he has me pulled into his arms, kissing the hell out of me.
"I'm guessing there isn't lunch in there for me either?
" We both turn our attention to Candy. "I was joking.
I actually have things to do. I need to get my email list done too.
" Candy is walking backwards out of my office.
"And I might have been a virgin not long ago, but that was not a kiss between two people who haven't been getting it on, and I knew you were glowing!
" Candy shouts, I believe in victory, before shutting my office door, hightailing it out of here.
"My feet aren't touching the ground." I wiggle my toes. He must have lifted me during that kiss, my heels falling off.
"I know." He sits me down in my chair; dropping to a knee, he grabs one of the bags, sits down, and pulls out a pair of sneakers. "I picked the white ones. Thought they'd match everything. They're cute." My white sneakers have silver jewels on the side in the shape of wings.
"How did you know?"
"Been keeping tabs on you." He pulls out socks too. Wow, Cash wasn't wrong; he does know what I need and how to get it done. Maybe he does deserve one of my stickers.
"How?" He tilts his head to the side, and I know he's not going to tell me, but I adore the way his face softens for me. "Oh my God. Are you in the cameras?!" There are ones out front, in the entry, and in the hallways.
"Keeps me sane." I kind of forgot about the whole psycho messing with me.
Cash slips my feet into the socks; his hands move up my calves. The gentleness of his touch paired with his rough hands has my nipples hardening.
“How are you feeling?” His hands keep working higher.
"Busy but good."
"Not what I meant." He pushes my flowy skirt up. "Your pussy."
"You can't just ask me how my vagina is."
"Just did." He parts my thighs more to make room for his broad form. I'm a tall girl, always have been. With Cash, I feel small and delicate, and the way he could easily overpower me should scare me, but it doesn't. In fact, with him I'd encourage it.
"Let me see." He suddenly lifts me, sitting me on top of my desk, my ass on the edge. Cash pushes my skirt back up.
"You saw it this morning in the shower," I remind him.
"It was foggy in the shower." A giant, unexpected laugh booms from me. "You were a virgin."
"You were too. Should I inspect your cock?”
"We'll get there." He tugs my panties to the side. Arousal sucks the air from my lungs and takes all my common sense. Anyone could walk in right now. That thought doesn’t do anything to temper my desire. "So pretty." His warm breath tickles my sensitive skin.
"Cash." I lick my lips.
"I won't let anyone see you like this." He turns his head, kissing the inside of my thigh. "You want my mouth on you, Cupcake?" I sink my fingers into his hair.
"You know I do."
"True, your cunt is already glistening for me. Why didn't you call me? I would have come over and taken care of it for you."
"Cash." Damn, the man's filthy mouth is the best hidden treasure I have ever found in my life.
“Are you tender?” I shake my head no. It’s hard to form words when he’s touching me this way. He strokes his finger down the folds of my sex before pressing the tip of my entrance. Goosebumps break out down my legs. “I love that you’re bare, letting me see every inch of you.”
“Please.” I whine and lift my hips. I don’t think he wants me to beg, but I do think he enjoys the hell out of the neediness I have for him.
“Since you asked so sweetly.” His tongue brushes my clit, making a tremor work through my body. I feel a knot of tenseness forming in my stomach, the intimation of what’s to come building inside of me.
Cash's mouth covers my sex. He licks and sucks, paying particular attention to my clit.
The tease is too much, the orgasm already rushing through my body.
My back arches, my lips parting as I try to cry out my release, but Cash's hand covers my mouth to muffle the sounds.
His tongue is still lapping and stroking me, greedily eating up the pleasure that he gave me.
When his hand drops from my mouth, I let myself fall back onto my desk, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. I didn't know you could orgasm so quickly, but with Cash, I'm a hair trigger.
"Tell me you're not sore." My eyes flutter open at the gruffness of his words. A feral smile is on his lips as he rises from his knees, his hand going for his belt.
"I'm not sore." I watch as he frees his cock. "I was going to return the favor."
"As much as I love that mouth of yours, I need to be inside of you."
"Then take what you need," I taunt. My Cash is always too calm and steady. Seeing him on edge gives me a thrill that makes me not only feel powerful but sexy too.
The thick head of his cock presses to my entrance, the tip sliding in. Cash grips my hips as he surges forward, pulling them down to meet his thrust.
His hold on my hips is possessive, each thrust of his cock claiming. "Cash," I moan, wanting to be claimed and dominated by this man. To show him that I belong to him. I wrap my legs around him as he leans over me, pinning my body down to the top of my desk.
One hand is braced on the desk while the other grips my throat and then slides around to cup the back of my neck.
He pulls me up to meet his mouth. The kiss isn't gentle.
His tongue thrusts into my mouth like an invasion.
I surrender immediately. As he keeps fucking me from this new angle, his pelvis hits my clit with every thrust.
He releases my mouth but keeps hold of my neck so our mouths are still close, our eyes locked on each other. I'm teetering on the edge, so close to another orgasm.
"Tell me you love me," he orders.
"I love you." A groan rips from him as he thrusts forward hard, filling me to the hilt. My back arches as my sex flutters around his cock before locking down around him. A claim of my own.
I come with him. This time his mouth smooths my cry of pleasure, his warm release spilling deep inside of me.
Slowly he lowers me back down to the desk, my body having gone completely lax as he starts to pepper kisses all over my face and down from my jaw to my neck. This man can be both rough and gently sweet, giving me all that I need.
"I love you," he says into my ear. "More than anything in this whole world." I wrap my arms around him. Tears sting at my eyes. "Who am I kidding?" He lifts his head, his eyes intense. "You are my whole world.”
"Cash." I lift my hand to cup his cheek. "You're mine too," I tell him, knowing this man will be my forever. He wouldn't allow it any other way.
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