Love Me Like You Do (Love Me Book 1)

by Jaime Russell

  “I want to see myself through your eyes.” The sadness in her gaze pierces straight to my heart.

  “Let me show you. Let me love you like you deserve to be loved.”

  Silent tears spilled from her lashes, each one that fell broke my heart a little more. “I don’t deserve to be loved.”

  “For the next week, I’m going to show you that you owe it to yourself. And then, if you give me a chance, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how beautiful you are. One of these days, you’ll believe me. Okay, we need to get dressed.”

  “Why?” she asks, confused.

  “I’m taking you to my room. I have a king size bed and no roommates to worry about. Plus, I don’t want your brother interrupting us. He’ll want to kick my ass, and that will kind of kill the mood.”

  She laughs at me and heads for the bedroom. She turns the light on, still completely naked. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t realize it as she carries on with no unease at all.

  She pulls out some clothes to get dressed. “Should I put on regular clothes and pack an overnight bag or can I walk around the hotel in my boxers and tank top?”

  I throw a pillow at her, and she dodges it as she slides into a shorts and t-shirt. I sit there watching her, completely unaware that my phone is ringing. She answers it. “Cash’s phone. Yes, this is Abby. How are you? Oh no! That sounds serious, let me give the phone to him so you can explain. If you need anything, please let me know.” She hands me the phone, kissing me before walking away.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Cash. I’m sorry for interrupting your time with Abby, but I thought you should know what’s going on so we can try to fix this problem.”

  “Joan? What’s going on?”

  “Shawn got into a fight tonight at Nic’s, and he broke his hand.”

  “What?! Are you fucking kidding me?”

  Joan sighed. “He’s being charged with assault, Cash. I’m not condoning what he did, but I’m glad he did it. Nic’s ex was starting shit with her. He was going to hit her, and Shawn stepped in.”

  I sigh and drag a hand down my face. “I will pay for the damages at the bar and the hospital bill. Her ex is a deadbeat and needs to be taken out.”

  “What do we do?”

  “I’ll call him but if I don’t get in touch with him, let him know to take a couple of days off and rest his hand. I’ll need to figure out how to use him for New Year’s Eve, though. It’s going to be busy that day.”

  “I know. I’m so sorry.” Joan sighs

  “Joan, I’m going to call the in -house attorney in the morning. Don’t worry about anything. Get some rest and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you.”

  “Love you too, Cash. Give my love to Abby. Goodnight.”

  Hanging up the phone, I smile. I had Joan’s approval, and that means the world to me. “I can’t believe the fucker broke his hand. The asshat that he got into a fight with is lucky that I wasn’t there.”

  “Can I do anything to help? I’m sure Joan or even Shawn can help teach me something to do.”

  “You would do that?”

  “Of course,” she replies.

  I grab my phone and dial Shawn’s number.

  “Are you fucking stupid?”

  “Pot meet kettle. But in my defense, he raised his hand to her.”

  “I know the fucker had it coming to him but breaking your hand right before the holiday?” He starts ranting about what happened, but I get distracted by Abby as she putters around the room gathering things to put in her bag. Each bend and stretch have me completely captivated.

  “Are you even listening to me?” Shawn’s annoyed voice comes through the phone.

  “Sorry was watching Abby.” He starts laughing, “I told your mom that you need to take a couple of days off to recover and not to worry about finding a lawyer.”

  “I will thank you.”

  “Hang on there, fucker,” I say before he can hang up.

  “Yeah?”

  “You ever break another bone during our busiest times again, I swear to God you are a dead man.” He laughs again and then hangs up on me. I was serious; I don’t know what I’m going to do. My head chef only had one hand. I hope it’s his right hand so he can’t masturbate.

  Abby looks up from her phone. “I’m texting Sarah to let her know that I’m staying with you tonight.”

  “You don’t have to explain to me what you’re doing. I trust you. You ready to get out of here?” I ask as I put my shirt back on. I need to get her naked and under me.

  “Yep.” I grab her hand and pick up her bag. We’re kissing and holding hands when the elevator doors open, and a woman gets on.

  “Cash,” she says, looking at Abby with disdain.

  “Hello,” I greet her. I don’t know who this woman is, but I try to be polite.

  “How have you been? You never called me like you said you would.” Abby starts to fidget, and I squeeze her hand. “You still have my number?”

  This woman is bold. Abby responds first, beating me to it.

  “Wow, you’ve got balls. You’re in an elevator with a man who apparently doesn’t remember you; a man kissing another woman and you still have the nerve to ask him about calling you?”

  “Who are you?”

  “The girlfriend.”

  “Cash Hawthorne doesn’t do the relationship thing.”

  The elevator arrives on the woman’s floor, and she moves to get out, turning back at Abby’s next words. “He didn’t do them with all you cheap whores. He was waiting for the right one to come along so tell all your friends that Cash Hawthorne is out of commission.”

  Abby presses a button and closes the door on the woman’s look of shock and anger.

  “Don’t,” she says as she holds up her hand and backs away to the corner of the elevator.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. You said nothing and did nothing.”

  “I don’t even know her!”

  “Exactly!”

  “You don’t get to be mad at me for that. Before I met you, I was a man-whore. I went through woman after woman. My past has nothing to do with us.”

  “My insecurities are going to ruin this before we even start,” she lowers her head, and her shoulders sag.

  “No, I won’t let it. You promised me one week. Don’t let that woman, or should I say whore as you so politely called her, ruin this night.” She stands there starting, and I’m left hating how she always disappears into her head. “You know what, tonight we’re just going to lay together. I don’t want this incident to cloud the beginning of us. I just want to have you in my arms.”

  She starts to protest but stops. She knows that she won’t win this argument with me. “I think you’re right. I need to get over this. I don’t want you to get annoyed with me. I can’t change who I am overnight, and I can’t promise this won’t happen again. I’m not sorry for my feelings, but I don’t want them to destroy any chance we may have.”

  “Your feelings are your feelings. I will never take that from you, but please don’t punish me for something that I can’t control.”

  The elevator dinged announcing my floor. I don’t know what to do to make her see that I don’t want women like the girl in the elevator. I open my door and hand her the key. “What’s this?”

  “It is called a hotel key card.”

  “I know that smart ass, but why are you giving it to me?”

  “I want you to stay with me while you’re here in Miami. You can come and go as you please as long as you’re here at night in my arms.”

  She kisses me. “I’m sorry for my mood swings. I would love to stay here with you, but I do need to check with my family to make sure they’re okay with this. I don’t want to alienate them.”

  “I understand. I want to get to know them better.”

  ABBY

  I screwed up with Cash tonight. My emotions are all over the place. I hate that I’m this neurotic. Why can’t I just trust him? I keep asking the same d
amn questions but not coming up with any answers.

  “Get out of that head, beautiful lady.” Cash hands me a drink. “It’s Coke. I don’t drink that much at the hotel.”

  “Are you staying in the hotel the whole time I’m here or are you going back to your apartment?” I ask as we sit down on the couch.

  “I figured we would just stay here most of the time, but I do want you to come over to my place.” He takes a sip of his drink, and I smile at him. “Ready for bed?” He asks me as he pulls me up from the couch to lead me to the bedroom.

  “I swear to God, if you poke me all night and keep me awake, I may punch you,” I say sheepishly, smiling when he laughs in my ear.

  “I can’t make that promise. You have to live with the consequences my love.” He kisses my hair and pulls me into his arms after we crawled into bed. There’s something different about Cash. He makes me feel confident and loved. I want to believe with everything that I am that I can trust him and let go. When he softly runs his fingers along my jawline, kisses my temple, and especially when he says my name with a smile on his face, I feel at home. I can live with these consequences. We talk a little bit about what we have planned for tomorrow, and we both finally fell asleep.

  I’m feeling really hot and have no idea why. I open my eyes to see that the sun has risen, but I’m unsure of the time. I notice that Cash’s arm and leg are wrapped around me. I need to pee, but after several attempts to get out from under him, I give up. He isn’t budging. A grin forms on my face as an idea forms. I take my hand and slowly trail it down to his cock. Wrapping my hands around him, I start moving up and down. He moans and rolls to lay on his back. He begins to stir, and I make my move. I let go of his now hard cock and run to the bathroom. I come back out a few minutes later, and Cash is sitting up with a scowl on his face. “Desperate measures,” I say with a shrug.

  “That was mean, and you know it. Now I’m dealing with this,” he gestured to his cock. “How am I going to get through my day with this?”

  “Cold shower?” He didn’t like that answer. I climb back into bed and kiss him, straddling his waist. I slide my hand under the sheet to take his cock in my hands once again. He moans into my mouth. We break the kiss, and I get up to move down his body, positioning myself between his legs. I lean down to lick the tip of his cock. He gasps the minute I touch him with my tongue. I look up at him and wink, feeling bold and sexy. I can’t describe the look on his face, but it made me feel something. Love? Lust? I know that I have a desire, a hunger for him that needs to be filled. I run my tongue up one side of his cock and down the other. I glide painstakingly slow over the veins popping out, loving the way he twitches, begging for entrance to my mouth. I move down to his balls and roll them around in my fingers like they are dice. After I lick him top to bottom, I take his cock into my mouth as far as I could go. I start moving my head up and down, gripping the base of his cock as I lick and suck the head of his cock.

  “Oh God.” He’s breathing heavy and starting to pant. “God this feels so damn good. I want you to finish me, but I also want to be inside you so bad.”

  “I want you inside me too, but I can wait.” He grabs my hair to hold me in place as I suck him. I can tell that he’s getting close; his hips are rising off the bed as he strives to fuck my face harder.

  “I’m getting close. If you don’t swallow, move now.” He says in between thrusting into my mouth. I keep the rhythm going. Licking, sucking and gripping. He grunts, and I feel his cum slide down the back of my throat. I milk his cock dry, and he flops onto the bed with a sigh of relief. I hop off the bed and head to the bathroom to get a drink of water. I lean in the doorway watching him. He’s lying there with a smile on his face, looking very satisfied.

  “You’re too far away. Get that sexy ass in bed with me.” He pats the bed next to him. I laugh and re-join him. “Now what to do now?”

  I answer by crushing my lips to his. He pulls back to nibble on my ear, and his hand moves down to play with my nipples. He runs his fingers over them, and his touch is just amazing. He kisses me down my neck, my collarbone, and he looks at my breasts. He licks his lips and grabs my breasts in his hands, and starts sucking on one of my nipples. I’m not sure what to do with my hands, so I just play with his hair while he is happily sucking and playing with my nipples. He stops and looks up at me, “I was right, your tits are fantastic. I can’t decide what my favorite part of your body is. I need to keep exploring.”

  “Explore on, baby, I’m here to be discovered by you and only you,” I tell him. He smiles and starts moving down my body to kiss my stomach. He stops to look up at me and just stares.

  “Now where was I?”

  “I do believe you were about to have a snack, but I could be wrong.” I tease. He smiles at me and parts my legs. He uses his tongue to glide up and down my pussy. He finds my clit and starts to tease me. He uses his finger on my clit as his tongue slides into me. It feels so incredible and it isn’t long before I’m close to my release. “Cash, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” I pant. He continues teasing my clit as he adds one finger and then another. The next thing I know I’m screaming out his name as my hips lift off the bed. I smile to myself and think about how I’ve been missing out on orgasms. If this is what an orgasm feels like, I’ve been doing it wrong. He continues licking and sucking me. My pussy is so sensitive, but he doesn’t seem to care. He looks up at me from between my legs,

  “Wow, you taste incredible.”

  I blush, embarrassed. I have no words. “Do I taste good? Well, I might have to play with myself more often to see if you’re right,” I say playfully.

  “One—that is just fucking hot. Two—make sure I’m there to watch. Three—no one but me will be getting you off by licking your sweet, sweet pussy.” He kisses my neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot just below my ear.

  “If you want to watch me get off, how can you be the only one getting me off? Ouch!” I cry out as he bites down on my neck.

  “You know what I meant. You don’t need to get so literal with me.” He shakes his head, smiling. We’re laying on our sides now, facing each other. I can feel his erection pressing into my hip as our hands begin to wander. He dips a finger inside me and moans. “So wet.”

  He rolls me on my back and covers my body with his. “Are you ready? I can’t promise it will slow and romantic; we’ve waited so long to be together. It may be a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kind of first time, but I promise, I will make it up to or die trying.”

  “Die trying, huh? Well, come on then, show me your ways. Mr. Loverboy!” I smile at him. He starts to say something, but instead just slides into me. I gasp in surprise.

  He slowly starts moving in and out of me; his thick cock fills every inch of me, and he thrusts forward at a faster pace. I can feel my body building towards another orgasm. “I can feel how close you are. Fuck, you’re so tight, Abby. You feel amazing.” My hands are on his back, my fingers digging in deep. The faster he moves, the higher my breasts bounce. Grab them and pinch my nipples, moaning the added pleasure. I start getting used to the rhythm, raising my hips to meet him. We are in sync with each other, and I can’t hold on any longer. My back arches up once before falling back onto the bed. Our bodies are slick with sweat, but he doesn’t let up.

  I look deep into his eyes, needing the connection. “Come for me.” He pushes into me hard, groaning my name and collapsing on top of me as he fills me with his warm cum.

  CASH

  Wow just wow. My brain is mush. I’d finally been with Abby. It was better than any dream. “Hi,” I whisper to her, and she kisses me. My alarm starts going off, and I slam my hand down on it to shut it off. “I forgot that there’s the world out there. I don’t want to leave this bed or room,” Abby says sadly.

  “I know; I don’t want to leave either. We can just lock the door, shut off the cell phones and unplug the landline.” I sound hopeful and as if on cue, my cell phone ring, causing Abby to laugh.

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��Get right on that, Mr. Hawthorne.” She gets out of bed and puts her robe on, swatting my hands away when I try to keep her in bed.

  “This better be an emergency, or you’re fired,” I bark into the phone.

  “Is that really how you answer your phone?” Sally asks.

  “Yes, it is. Especially when I’m in the middle of something important. What do you want?” I know that I need to get myself in check before I get the talk about phone etiquette from her.

  “I’m going to be late coming in so I need you to handle some of my meetings.”

  “I’m not the event planner, so you need to either have Jenny call and reschedule or you need to do it yourself.”

  “Why can’t you just do it for me?” She’s getting pissed off at me, and I don’t care. I have meetings all day too.

  “I do a lot for you. I can’t today. My day is jam packed.”

  “Ugh. I guess I’m coming in instead of spending time with my in-laws.”

  “I’m sorry that you have to work, but you made your schedule not me. Call Jenny to get your clients to move their appointment. If they don’t, then come in and take the afternoon off or reschedule something else.”

  “You’re my brother and should be helping me out!” she yells, pissing me off.

  “First of all, watch your tone with me. Second, it is your schedule, not mine. You deal with it however you want but don’t you dare think you can speak to me like this. You’re my business partner when we walk through those doors, not siblings, as I recall you wanted that not me.”

  “I know, but I thought since you’re taking time off to spend with Abby and I’m picking up your slack, you’d do the same for me. I guess I was wrong.”