“Cash, this is not fair,” I tell him, trying not to smile.
“See, Dad? Mom agrees that it’s not fair.” Cash looks at me over her head, and I know that whatever punishment I get tonight is going to be good.
“Honey, you have to agree that it’s not fair for Jax to go when she can’t,” I tell him honestly. I try not to get involved with things like this, but it’s ridiculous that he lets Jax do whatever he wants, while Ashlyn is supposed to be locked away in her room.
“She is younger than him. They are only the same age for a few months, so I do think it’s fair,” he growls at me, and I hold up my hands.
“I never get to do anything!” she cries, and that is a total crock. She gets her way, just like now. The only thing she has to do is wait it out, and her Dad will crack and agree to let her go.
“I’ll think about it,” Cash says, and just like that, Ashlyn won another round and she knows it. She makes it obvious by throwing herself at Cash.
“You’re the best dad ever!” she cries. He wraps his arms around her, kissing her forehead, and then she’s gone, bouncing to her room.
“You know that your daughter is a fucking handful,” he grumbles, his hand coming down on either side of me.
“She is your daughter too,” I tell him.
“She is all you, baby, so sweet when she needs to be, but a dog with a bone when the time calls for it.”
“I think those are your traits.”
“You know that you’re getting punished for going against me in front of her, right?”
“Cash.”
“No, don’t you Cash me, baby. You earned this shit.” I don’t know why he always says it like a threat, when in reality, it’s a reward and makes me want to be bad and go against him all the time.
“Did you talk to Jax about the condoms?” I ask him.
“I had the bird and the bees talk with him. And I know that you don’t like it, and you still think of him as your baby, but he is growing up; he will be seventeen soon.” I do still think of him as my baby, because he is. Jules has been in jail since she kidnapped Ashlyn. I was afraid at first, but my boy is so strong that he pushed through everything and ended up shining even brighter because of it. Jules is still in jail and has never once tried to contact him or Cash, or if she did, I don’t know about it. Cash nuzzling my neck brings me back to reality.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I try pushing him away. “And what the hell do you mean that he’s all grown up? I still buy his underwear, so until I stop doing that and he starts doing it for himself, he is not grown up.” Cash starts laughing, his whole body shaking mine, and his face goes into my neck. I roll my eyes, running my hands through his hair.
“I love you, baby,” he says once he gets control of himself. He lifts his head, looking at me. He still looks at me like I’m the most important thing in his life. Yes, he feels the same way about his kids, but each of us gets a different look from him.
“I love you, too,” I whisper, looking into his handsome face. He was even more handsome than he was a few years ago. Age has made him even sexier, and I think having a happy home life makes his soul happy enough to shine through.
* * *
Cash
“Drop the towel and get on the bed,” I tell Lilly as soon as I walk into the room. She doesn’t even hesitate; her eyes darken and she walks right to the bed, lying down. “Good girl, now spread,” I command her, and she does as I say, her breath increasing. “You know, I should spank you for not agreeing with me about Ashlyn this morning, but since I know that you like that shit so much, I’m just going to give you a different kind of punishment,” I tell her, stripping off my clothes. I walk to the edge of the bed, my hand on my dick working myself in smooth strokes. Her eyes are watching, and I know she loves to see me touch myself. She always thinks she can get away with everything, and most of the time that is the truth, but not this time. This time she is going to pay. I’m not ready for my daughter to date, and I need Lil onboard with me. I get up off the bed, kneeling near her head. “Open,” I tell her, and she does what I say, her mouth opening eagerly. I feed her my cock inch-by-inch; her eyes light up when my hand goes to her breast and I pull on one nipple, then the other, getting them hard. Her body is writhing, wanting more contact. I move my hips, fucking her mouth. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” I encourage her. “Now lift your hips so I can play with your pussy, baby.” She does, and my fingers make contact with her clit before sliding two inside. “You’re soaked,” I growl and she nods, grinding her pussy against my hand. I play with her some more, then pull away when I feel her body tell me she’s close. She whines, but she doesn’t stop sucking me off. I pull her nipples again before going back to her pussy. She is in a frenzy; I can see it in her eyes. I pull my dick out of her mouth and position my head between her legs, propping her feet on my shoulders. My mouth latches onto her; my whole face is soaked with her arousal. I add a finger, and when I know she’s close, I sit up. I want so badly to fuck her, but not yet; she needs to learn.
“Cash!” she cries.
“You gonna side with Ashlyn again?”
“What?” Her whole face is flushed, her lips swollen. Jesus, she is beautiful.
“You sided with Ashlyn. You gonna do that shit again?”
“If I say no, will you make me orgasm?” she snaps.
“Only if you say it and mean it, Lil.”
“Fine, I will only side with you.” And that’s all I need to bury my face in her pussy. My arm wraps around her thigh and I slide two fingers inside her. She comes, and her orgasm is so powerful I’m surprised she doesn’t buck me off her and the bed. Once she’s settled, I flip her to her stomach, lift her ass, and slide home. I pound hard, her ass moving with every stroke.
“Lift your ass, Lil,” I growl, my cock balls deep inside her. I love her ass; I love the way it moves when I fuck her from behind, and I definitely love this position. “Higher.” I slap her ass hard, watching my handprint appear on her creamy skin. I still love when she wears my mark. I don’t think she has gone one day without a hickey or some other mark from me somewhere on her body since we got back together.
“I can’t, Cash. I’m going to come,” she cries, shoving her face into the pillow.
“I know, baby. I feel you starting to squeeze the fuck out of my cock.” I ram her harder, beginning to feel my balls pull up, and the tingling in my spine intensifies. Her hips start thrusting back against me harder. I wrap a hand around her waist, running it down her stomach and over her clit. She cries out again, her wetness and the silkiness of her walls closing tightly around me from her orgasm, making me come hard inside her. I slow my strokes, drawing out each of our climaxes before falling to the side and bringing her with me. She turns around, crawling on top of my chest. I run my fingers through her now-blonde hair, trying to get my breathing to calm.
“You know you can punish me anytime, right?” she jokes, making me smile.
“Yeah, I know.” I give her a squeeze. “But I’m serious, Lil, against the kids, we are a unit. If you think I’m doing something wrong, we talk that shit out in private. I know that you and Ashlyn both think I’m not fair between her and Jax, and a lot of times I’m not, but I have my reasons. She is a girl, and she’s vulnerable in ways that Jax isn’t.”
“Okay,” she agrees, and I pull her hair so that she is forced to lift her head.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, since you put it like that, okay.” She shrugs and lays her head back down. “Love you,” she says, kissing my chest then snuggling closer.
“Love you too, baby,” I whisper, closing my eyes and following her off to sleep.
Stay tuned for Until Nico coming June 2014
Until Nico
Sophie
I jump when the desk phone starts going off, it never rings so I’m caught off guard by the shrill sound inside the quiet library.
“Middle school Library, Ms. Grates speaking, how can I help you?” I answer on
“I found a phone and this is the number that came on the screen when I turn it on.” A deep male voice answers. His smooth southern draw making the hairs on my arms stand on end. I pull my handbag out from under my desk and dig through it looking for my phone. “Hello, did you hear me?” The guy on the phone says more impatiently. I forgot that he was even on the line during my search.
“Yes I’m here, sorry it’s my phone.” I tell him holding the phone between my shoulder and ear.
“Look, I gotta get out of town and I wont be back for a week so can you meet me somewhere?”
‘Um I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” I tell him worrying my bottom lip.
“Do you want your phone or not?”
“Yes of course I want my phone.” I say becoming annoyed. What kind of stupid question was that?
“Then you need to meet me so that I can give it to you.”
“I don’t get off work for another hour so can you meet me after that?” I crossed my fingers hoping he could. I didn’t know what I would do without my phone for a week. Not that I wanted to call or text anyone but I was kicking ass in candy crush and wanted to beat my last score.
“Jesus, where the fuck do you wanna meet?” He grumbled and I smiled. I don’t know why but it kind of made me happy that I was annoying this person on the phone.
“Can you meet me out front of Jacks bar-b-q in an hour and a half?”
‘Sure, fine.” I can tell by his tone that he is completely annoyed and I smile bigger.
“Thanks a lot.”
“What are you wearing?” He asks
“What the hell does that mater?”
“Look,” He huffs out. “I have your phone, which means you don’t have a phone right?”
“Right.” I repeat like an idiot.
“So that means that I can’t call you and tell you when I get there, so I need to know what you’re wearing so I can spot you on the street, right?” I can hear the smile in his voice now.
“Oh… I guess that makes since.” I say and I can hear him laugh and the deepness of his laugh makes my belly flutter.
“So what are you wearing?”
“Oh.” I look down at myself feeling stupid about what I’m going to say to him. “Um.. A grey skirt, a white silk blouse oh! And I have brown hair.” I add the end part; I don’t know how many women may be wearing the same kind of thing as I am.
“Alright sweetheart I’ll see you in an hour and a half.” He says and the phone goes dead. I hang it up and toss my bag back under the desk and start putting back all the books that have been checked out by students away.
I started working at the school library a year ago when I moved to Nashville from Seattle. I work here three days a week, the rest of the time I work from home as a medical insurance specialist. I like working here, its quiet and the pay is good. I finish out my day making sure to update the computer system and locking up. When I leave the building most of the staff has left for the day. The parking lot is mostly empty except for my red Audi. I get in my car and turn it on, flip the button for the top, it takes a second for the top to go back and lock in place. The sound of Addicted to love by Florence and the machines starts playing as I head out to down town. When I reach the area that I’m supposed to meet this guy I find parking about a block away. This part of town is always crazy around this time of day; by the time that I reach Jakes I’m about ten minutes later than I planned of being. I look around wondering what this guy might look like. There are so many people walking around that I feel like an idiot that I didn’t ask him what he was wearing. I stand next to the building with my arms crossed over my chest. I want to sit down so bad my feet are killing me.
I have a sick love for heels and the ones I wore today are paying me back for wearing them for more than a few hours. I see a guy looking at me he’s about my age not much taller than my 5’5, he’s cute and wearing a suit and tie. I start to wave to see if it’s that the guy, then a guy about 6’3 and huge I don’t just mean in height, his body looks like its chiseled from stone. He’s wearing washed-out blue jeans and a white t-shirt; every piece of skin exposed is covered with tattoos. He is beautiful in a way that is unusual but no less gorgeous. His ears have those gauges in them. His hair is cut low on the sides, the top in a fohawk. His jaw is strong with a few days of stubble. His eyes are blue that almost looks like contacts. His eyes come to me before looking away quickly then the next second they come back to me doing a head to toe sweep. I gulp at the look on his face. I look past him to the other guy or try to. When Mr. Tattoo starts towards me blocking my view. I want to take a step back but I can’t go anywhere. Then I see my phone in his hand.
“This yours?” He asks. I nod like an idiot. He shakes his head running his free hand down his face. Then his eyes sweep me again. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He says looking upset. I look down at myself wondering how I could have offended him. I look normal or my working out of the house normal. When I’m at home working I wear baggie sweats, some I cut off into shorts just hanging off me, with tank tops or t-shirts. But the few days a week that I get out of the house I like to dress up or at least wear heels. “This cannot be fucking happening.” He says and I wonder if he is completely crazy.
“What?” I ask, finally finding my voice. I have to look way back even in my four inch heels he is still towering over me.
“You.”
“Me what?” I ask confused.
“Never mind who’s this?” He presses the button on my phone the screen lights up and a picture of Jamie Dornan wearing nothing but a pair of jeans takes up the screen.
“Um… That’s Jamie.” I say wondering why he is asking but too afraid to ask, the look on his face isn’t very open for conversation.
“He your man?”
“I wish.” I mumble and I hear him growl. My head flies back and I search his face, his jaw is ticking and his hand holding my phone has his knuckles turning white.
“What does that mean?” he ask
“That’s Jamie Dornan he’s playing fifty I don’t know him.” I feel my cheeks heat up and I look down at my feet what the hell’s wrong with me? Why am I not afraid right now? I have been scared my whole life and now when I should be running for cover I’m not scared at all.
“I don’t have time for this.” He says and I don’t know what he is talking about but I really want my phone. When I look up and see that he is walking away my eyes come together and I wonder what he is doing. Then I realize that he still has my phone.
“Hey you can’t steal my phone.” I cry grabbing onto his arm. He looks down at me then stops short I’m completely caught off guard when he wraps an arm around my waist pulling me flush against him. His free hand goes into my hair pulling my head back and kisses me, no, not kisses, he consumes me. My body starts to buzz like someone just plugged me into an electrical outlet. I start to feel light headed when he pulls his mouth from mine. I gasped, my fingers going to my mouth. “What was that?” I whispered looking into his eyes.
“What’s your name?” He asks.
“Sophie.” I tell him my words spoken against my fingers. His body is hard as a rock against mine I can feel every muscle, every contour.
“Sophie.” He repeats, stands up to his full height pulling me with him. This is the first time in my life that I have ever felt small. I look around wondering if time stopped for anyone else. “My name is Nico.”
“Of course it is.” I say thinking that a guy that looks like him would have a name like that. Cool and hot something that rolls easy off your tongue but is hard to forget.
“I’ll see you when I get back into town Sophie.” He says making sure I’m steady on my feet.
“What?” I ask looking around again.
“Here’s your phone.” He hands me my phone and I’m still a little light headed. He starts to walk off again I watch in a daze then he turns around to face me from about twelve feet away. “Sophie.”
“Yeah?”
“Change the picture on your phone.” He says before he turns and disappears into the crowd. I stand there for a few minutes wondering what just happened. Eventually I pull myself together enough to make it to my car. When I get there I realize that I hadn’t even put the top up. I turn quickly looking in my back seat. Thank god my bag is still there.
I start my car and head home. I live in a small two-bedroom house, I bought the place cash when I moved, it’s not much but its home. I pull into my garage and hop out. I drag my bag with me. I need a beer or a shot of something. I unlock my door and kick my shoes off; they fly down the hall towards my room. Dropping my bag by the door and the infamous phone on the table I head to my kitchen open my freezer, pull out the bottle of vodka I keep there in case of emergency. I pull a coffee cup down from the cupboard fill it half full and shoot it back. Coughing up a lung and trying to catch my breath, I fill the glass up again. I shakily take another shot holding my breath as the burn fills my chest but this time I’m prepared for it. I put the stuff away feeling more relaxed already. I head to my room stripping off my clothes I put on a t-shirt. It’s early so I head to the living room grabbing my phone along the way. I plop down on my couch, put my feet up on the coffee table and turn the TV on and start up the DVR and press play on the big bang theory. I sit there for a few minutes in a daze. I look at my phone in my hand, clicking on the screen and look at the picture of Jamie. I don’t know why but I can’t help but to smile. Nico was hot slightly scary but defiantly interesting.
Nico
I was happy to be home. I had been gone four days chasing a Skip. I thought it would take me a little longer to catch up with the guy but lucky for me he was half moron. I pull up in front of my town house shutting off my car and my phone rings. I look at the caller id, I know its not going to be sweet Sophie but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to be. Kenton’s number flashes on the screen, I’m sure he has another case for me but right now that’s not happening. I’m going to have a beer go to bed then tomorrow I’m going over to the local Middle school.
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