“Yes,” I whisper, arching back as my eyes close.
“As much as I want to tear open your jeans and make you come, we can’t do anything until the kids are asleep,” he groans, flexing his hips into my ass. I can’t help but pout when he pulls his hand out of my jeans. When I turn around, his eyes look over my face and he smirks. “My poor baby. I left you all swollen and wet.” His words send a shiver down my spine, and my pussy contracts. “I hope you don’t plan on getting much sleep tonight.” He pulls me against him, and I feel the hardness of his cock against my stomach. “And I hope you didn’t have anything important to do tomorrow, because there is no guarantee you’re going to be able to walk.” I feel my pulse speed up, and I take a deep breath. “I love that look, baby.” He leans in kissing me.
*~*~*
“Take off your clothes.” I jump and spin around at the sound of Cash’s voice. I’m standing in front of his dresser, grabbing a t-shirt to put on after I get out of the shower I am about to take. I had left him a few minutes ago when he was going to “shut down the house” as he put it, and check on the kids one last time before coming to bed. I was nervous. I wanted Cash in the worst way, but I still had no experience except for him that one time, and my LELO, which I used to get myself off.
“Wh-what?” I stutter out. The look in his eyes is so primal that I start to take a step back.
“Lil, I’m not fucking around.” He runs a hand through his hair, making it look messier. “Lose the clothes.”
“Um…” I start to say that I was going to shower, but before I know it, he’s in front of me, his hands ripping my shirt off over my head. I'm caught off guard, but also turned on by how badly he wants me.
“I’m sorry, baby, but this is going to be fast. It’s been too long, and I want you too much.” His teeth sink into my neck, and I notice he does that a lot, almost like he’s marking me. His hands are at the button of my jeans, and then I can hear my zipper sliding down. My hands go under his shirt, running along the smooth hot skin of his back. I pull it up, his hands leaving me long enough to put his arms up over his head, pulling his shirt off. My hands automatically wander to his abs, feeling the ridges and valleys under my palms. His body is like a living work of art. “Baby,” he growls, “you have to stop touching me or this is going to end before I even have a chance to make you come or slide inside of you.” His mouth slams down onto mine as he starts walking me backwards. My hands go to his hair. God, I love his hair. I feel the back of my knees hit the edge of his bed. I feel my jeans tugged down over my hips. Then his mouth leaves mine as he pushes me gently so that I fall onto the bed behind me. He pulls my jeans the rest of the way off. His hands go to my knees, spreading my legs wide. They then slide up my inner thighs where I can feel his thumbs on the outer-edge of my panties. I come up on my elbows so I can see what he’s doing. His eyes meet mine before his face lowers and he runs his nose up the center of the lace that is covering me.
“Cash.” I can hear the uncertainty in my own voice.
“What, baby?” His mouth is hovering over me.
“I…I...” I try to close my thighs. His hands tighten on my legs. I can feel his fingers imprinting into my skin.
“Don’t.” He turns his head, and I can feel his mouth open over the skin of my inner thigh and suck deeply.
“Oh.” I fall back, covering my face. I can feel my pussy contract as his hand on my other thigh travels up and under the edge of the lace, his thumb sliding over my clit, then inside.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” he says again, taking his mouth away from my thigh. He stands, pulling off his jeans. His hands go to the bed on each side of me. “I’ll make it good for you next time, baby,” he says, pulling me up so I’m in the center of the bed. He rips the delicate lace away from my body, tossing it across the room. Then his mouth is on one of my nipples, then the other. His fingers slide down my belly, and I feel one enter me and pull up, then out, and suddenly two are filling me. My head starts to thrash back and forth. “I can’t do this,” he grits out. My eyes fly open when he lifts one of my legs up and over him, turning my body so that he is sitting between my legs. I look down and see his very large erection and his fist wrapped around it.
“Condom,” I say, and he holds one out and smiles before ripping open the gold package with his teeth. His other hand is slowly stroking up and down his cock while his eyes are looking between my legs. His eyes come to mine before dropping to his cock, holding the tip of the rubber before sliding it down over his length.
“I can’t wait,” he growls as he leans forward, filling me in one stroke.
“Oh, God!” I cry, my back arching and my nails digging into his biceps.
“Shit. I’m sorry, baby.” He stills, his hands going to my face as he leans in and kisses me gently.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, wrapping my legs around him. I’m not in pain; I just feel full and stretched. My nails scrape down his back when he pulls out.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” He leans forward, my mouth meeting his as I dig my nails into his scalp when he pulls out and slides back in quickly.
“Yessss,” I hiss. My fingers go between our bodies and slide over my clit, making my hips surge up.
“Fuck yeah, touch yourself.” He sits back on his calves, pulling my knees up as his eyes smolder, watching our connection and what my fingers are doing. I can feel heat pool in my belly, and I know that I’m going to come.
“Please, harder,” I moan and feel him slam against me. I can feel that heat in my belly start to turn into a delicious weight.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice strained. My eyes open to look at him. His head goes back, his jaw tight, eyes closed, and I can tell he’s trying to hold off until I come. “I need you to come, baby,” he says, and his eyes open as he leans forward, pulling one nipple into his mouth before biting down on it. And that’s all I needed to send me over. My legs tighten, my hips raise, and that heat and weight turn into a tingle. Then I shatter, seeing a million colors dance behind my closed eyelids. I moan out his name, shoving my face into his neck.
“Shit,” I hear Cash say as his hips jerk before leaning forward and biting onto my shoulder. His movements slow and I can feel myself still convulsing around him, trying to pull him deeper. “That went better than I expected.” The skin of my neck muffles his words.
“What?” I run my hands though his hair and wrap my legs a little tighter around him.
“I didn’t think I would be able to hold out until you came.” He licks my shoulder where he had bitten it. His head leans back so I can see his face. “Hey.” He smiles, and both of his dimples make an appearance. His finger runs from my forehead to my chin.
“Hi,” I say softly back; he is so handsome, and I can still feel him inside me, and I know that it’s stupid and immature, but I want to stand up and jump on the bed while yelling ‘I just had amazing, mind-blowing sex with Cash Mayson!’
“What’s that smile?” he asks, leaning in to kiss me.
“Just happy,” I say, tilting forward to kiss him. His cock twitches inside of me, and he groans before slowly sliding out. My eyes close slightly, and a soft mewl climbs up my throat at the loss of him.
“Let’s shower.” He kisses my lips, then my chest and belly, as he climbs off the bed. Once he’s up, he pulls me up so we’re both standing next to the bed. “Then we can come back here and do that again.” His smile is wicked before he kisses me, leading me into the bathroom. I stand behind him, watching his muscles move as he tosses the condom into the trashcan and leans in to turn on the shower. Once he has the temperature right, he looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes traveling down my body. “I have wanted to see you naked, soapy, and wet since we were in Asher’s shower. I guess sometimes wishes do come true.” He smiles, taking my hand, pulling me in and under the showerhead. His hands work warm water through my hair, then shampoo and conditioner. I close my eyes, relaxing into the feeling of him touching me. “A
m I putting you to sleep?” He chuckles, and I open my eyes to see him with a big, pink loofa that is covered with bubbles. I raise an eyebrow, looking at it. “It’s the only color they had.” He shrugs and starts washing me slowly. When he’s finished, he kisses me, and then pulls me behind him and starts washing his own hair. I pick up the same loofa and dump tons of soap on it, washing his back and watching the bubbles slide down his skin and onto the floor of the shower. When he turns around to face me, he’s hard again. He takes the loofa from me.
“Hey, I was doing that.” I pout, feeling like he just stole my candy.
“I know, baby, but with your hands on me, I can’t control myself, and I didn’t bring a condom in here.”
“Oh,” I say, looking him over, my hands tingling with need to touch him.
“You need to get on birth control,” he says, and my eyes go to his.
“I'm on birth control. I got on it after Ashlyn was born because my cycle went all wonky,” I say, and I can feel my eyebrows pull together.
“You are?”
“Yes. But that doesn’t protect against other things.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else, Lil, not since long before my divorce. Even when I was married, I used a condom.”
My stomach rolls, and I hide my face with my wet hair. “Oh.” I bite the inside of my cheek. I hate that he was married. I hate that I forget about it all the time, and then something reminds me that this hasn’t always been mine.
“Hey, what’s going on in there?” he says, tapping my forehead.
“I just hate it so much. Can we not talk about you sleeping with her? Like, ever?” I say, feeling like I want to cry.
“I hate it too.” He nods, pulling me into him. “We can use protection until you feel ready not to, okay?” He rubs his hands down my back. “I'm clean. I get tested every year with my physical for insurance.” His body stills, then he pulls me away from him. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Have you?” His jaw clenches. “I mean, have you been tested lately?”
I shake my head. “Cash, you’re the only person I’ve ever slept with. Before a few minutes ago, the one time we did it, when I gave you my virginity, was the only time I’ve ever made love. I was too concerned with Ashlyn. I didn’t have time to date…or even really want to.”
He looks at me with a mixture of shock and awe. “I’m so happy I’m the only one you’ve ever been with. I don’t think I would be able to handle it as gracefully as you do, knowing I’ve been with others,” he says gently. I lay my forehead against his chest. “I don’t mind not using condoms. I mean, I got pregnant with Ashlyn when we used a condom before.”
“Yeah, and the same thing happened with—” he starts to say her name but stops, and his arms around me tighten so much that the air rushes out of my lungs.
“What’s wrong?” I say when I'm able to take a breath.
“Nothing, baby, let’s get out,” he says abruptly, turning away from me to turn off the water and get out of the shower, pulling a towel down from the shelve and wrapping it around me before getting one for himself.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good. You’re here; my kids are here. I couldn’t be better.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and I want to ask again but know it will be pointless, so I just sigh and let it drop. Once we’re back in the bedroom, I start to pull out one of his shirts from the dresser. I squeak when he picks me up, carrying me to the bed and tossing me onto the mattress before ripping my towel from my body.
“What are you doing?” I don’t know why I ask; I can tell by the look in his eyes exactly what he has planned.
“I'm going to explore you.” He smiles, climbing up the bed.
“Oh,” I breathe when I feel his hands at my feet start to move up my legs.
“Yeah, I missed you. I missed the way you laugh.” He pulls my leg up, kissing the inside of knee. “I missed your smell.” He pulls my other leg up, kissing that knee as well. “I missed your touch.” He runs his hands up the tops of my thighs. “I missed the way we could talk for hours about nothing and everything.” His hands go to my stomach, then up my rib cage. “I missed your kisses.” His knees spread my legs wider. “I missed your mouth.” He leans forward, his mouth landing on mine. “I love you, and I'm so glad I have a second chance,” he whispers against my lips, his forehead touching mine before sliding back inside me. And for the rest of the night, we make love, touch, talk, and share. He explores me and lets me return the favor. When I close my eyes to go to sleep, my body is tucked tight next to his, my head on his shoulder, my leg between his, and his arm wrapped around my waist. I love him, and I’m happy to have a second chance too.
Chapter 6
Cash
“Shit.” I run across the kitchen into the living room when I see Spike is making a run for it. I grab him just as he starts to get behind the entertainment stand. “Jax,” I call down the hall towards his room where he and Ashlyn are playing, waiting for breakfast.
“Yeah, Dad?” he yells back, and I shake my head. I really must have worn my woman out if she’s sleeping though this craziness. I smile and feel my dick jump knowing she’s in my bed with only my t-shirt on, my marks all over her body. Damn, I love my kids, but right now, I want them gone. If they were older, I would give them keys to the car and a wad of cash to get them out of the house, I think as I walk down the hall towards the bedroom.
“Hey, when I call you, you come to me; don’t yell. Got it?” I ask as soon as I enter the room and make eye contact with my son.
“Yes, Dad,” he grumbles, looking at Spike in my hands, then over to Spike’s cage that is now hanging open. “Oh, he got out.”
“Yeah, he got out,” I say, handing him the damn ferret. “You need to make sure you lock that up when you’re not playing with him.” I point to the cage.
“Sorry,” he says, looking at me before going over and putting Spike away.
“Daddy, I'm hungry.” Jesus, I love hearing her call me Daddy. I look down at my daughter.
“I'm making breakfast now, beautiful.” I run my hand over her soft hair.
“Okay,” she sighs before picking up her doll, sitting down on the ground, and brushing its hair.
“I’ll call you two when breakfast is ready,” I tell both of them and ruffle Jax’s hair before leaving the room. I was nervous about him taking to Ashlyn and Lilly, but he has been awesome, and there haven’t really been any jealousy issues. I wonder if that’s because of how much Jax has taken to Lil; there are times when he seems unsure, but she is always affectionate with both of the kids. I walk back into the kitchen and finish putting the stuff together for making pancakes…well, I add water to the mix. I’m getting ready to start putting pancakes on the griddle when out of the corner of my eye I see Lilly come around the corner, looking adorably sleepy. Her hair is up on the top of her head, her face rumpled with sleep. She still had my t-shirt on, but I can see she’s put on a pair of sleep shorts underneath. We both just stand staring at each other. All I can think is that I want this every day, and I would kill to have it. I watch fascinated as her hand goes to her neck and her cheeks turn a light pink. I know she has seen the marks I left on her. I couldn’t help it; she makes me crazy, and I want her to always know that she belongs to me. My eyes drop to her mouth, then to her breasts. I can see the tips of her nipples through my shirt. When my eyes make it back to hers, the pink of her cheeks have darkened. “Hi,” she says quietly.
“Come here.” I hold out my hand. She looks at it for a second before taking a step towards me.
“Um...where are the kids?” She starts to look around, but before she has a chance to take her eyes off me, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her closer so her body is fully against mine.
“The kids are playing.” I wrap my other arm around her waist, dragging up the back of my tee so I can run my fingers along her skin. “How are you feeling?” I ask, lean
ing down to press my mouth to hers.
“O-okay.” Her stuttered word is said against my lips. I smile, pulling her closer, my face going into her neck, and her subtle smell of lavender makes me groan.
“Are you sore?” I ask against her ear before licking her lobe and pulling it between my lips. “Or can you still feel me here?” I run my hand down her back, over her ass and in-between her legs from behind. She gives a soft moan and I lean back so I can see her face when she answers me.
“I’m okay.” I can feel her hand on my arm tighten, and the nails of her other hand sink into the skin of my side. My fingers that are resting between her legs flex, and she comes up on her tiptoes. “The kids,” she says as her mouth comes to mine. I put my mouth on hers, licking her lips, making her open up for me. I love the way she tastes. And I love that she gives just as good as she gets. Her tongue chases mine. I feel a rumble start up my chest, and I know I need to stop this before it gets out of hand and I put her on the counter, spreading her out. I reluctantly pull my mouth away from hers, shoving my face into her neck, trying to get my control back.
“You want coffee?” I ask into her hair, not moving my hands from her neck or her pussy.
“Yes,” she hisses out, and I know she’s not saying yes to coffee, but to the feel of my hand. I can feel her heat through the thin material of her shorts, and I fight with myself about sliding my hand up the leg of her shorts so I can feel how wet she is.
“Come sit with me while I make breakfast.” I remove my hand from between her legs, moving her so that her back is to the counter where I can easily pick her up, setting her next to the stove. I move around, getting her a cup of coffee before coming back to her. “How did you sleep?” I ask, handing her the cup of coffee and stealing a quick kiss.
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