Love Me Like You Do (Love Me Book 1)

by Jaime Russell

  “Yes, do you have it in you, old man?” She starts to chuckle at her joke.

  “Old man, huh? Can an old mad do this?” I slam my cock into her. Abby arches her back. “I’m going to teach you how I like it when you’re on top of me. Yes, your tits aren’t bouncing fast enough for my liking, so I’m going to make them bounce.”

  “Oh teach me how you like my tits to move so I can make sure to please you always.” She rolls her eyes.

  “Hang on, you’re about to go on a ride that will leave you seeing stars, heart pounding and barely breathing.” I tell her, and then I slide out of her and slam back in, causing her to gasp. She pushes up her hips, and we are in perfect rhythm.

  “Cash, I’m going to…” Abby pants. “Oh, God. Oh, God, yes,” as she arches her back. I pinch her nipples and roll them in my fingers. She flops back down on the bed, and I keep going. I grab her legs, to put them on my body; I push on Abby so her hips are off the bed, and I’m almost nose to nose with her.

  I keep moving in and out of her. I’m able to go deeper with my cock and to hit her G -spot. I’m so close, but I want to release with her. I need to hold back until she is ready again. I know that glassy look in her eyes, she’s close so I make my movements faster, and that’s all she needed because she raised her hips up slightly higher. She yelled my name out in pure pleasure, and I grunt as I release into her. I collapse onto her as I try to catch my breath. I’m a sweaty ass mess.

  “I think we keep getting better with each time we’re naked.” Abby brings me out of my sex filled fog. I can’t hold back my smile.

  “I would agree, my love. Let’s get a quick shower so we can get some sleep?”

  After the shower, we climb into bed. My alarm starts going off, and I couldn’t help but laugh. We’ve been making love for the last four hours. I climb into bed next to Abby, who was already sleeping. I just stare at her and then it hits me.

  Oh, fuck!

  I’m getting married.

  ABBY

  I wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee. I look over to his side of the bed to see what time it is. Nine-thirty. Cash must have gotten about four hours of sleep. I try to get out of the bed, but I’m so sore especially between my legs. It’s a good sore because it reminds me of Cash and I being together last night. I stand up and stretch to work out the kinks. I try to find my clothes but can’t find them. I grab the sheet to wrap around me. If he keeps his promise, then I’ll just need to be naked the whole time. I walk down the hall to the kitchen where I see him sitting there reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Cash’s back is towards me, so I sneak up behind him and put my arms around his waist. I lean in to kiss his neck and tell him good morning.

  “Good morning, my love. Are you hungry?” He asks me as he pulls me towards the front so I can sit on his lap. He kisses me on the lips before I can answer. I moan into his lips and smile.

  “I’m starving.”

  “I have some sausage ready for you.” He chuckles at his joke, and I roll my eyes.

  “I will get to that sausage but for now, I want some real food,” I tell him as I grip his cock in my hands through his boxers. I start moving my hand faster up and down his cock. Cash’s hips bucked, his way of letting me know not to stop. I kiss down his jawline, neck and find my way back to his lips. He slips his tongue into my mouth trying to dominate me.

  When we break the kiss, I look down at his cock and the head is a dark red. I slide off his lap and down to my knees so I can help with the release. I start licking getting it nice and wet for me to put all of him in my mouth. He moves his hand to my hair and holds my head so I can’t move as he starts to fuck my mouth. Cash’s breathing is becoming faster and the next thing I feel is his semen running down my throat. I stand up and walk over to the fridge to grab a drink. I see smoke coming from the oven, and the smoke detectors are going off. I grab the pot holder that was lying next to the stove and pull out the charcoaled bacon and French Toast. I don’t know where the garbage is to throw this food away. I was going to ask Cash about it, but I couldn’t help but stop and watch him.

  He’s sitting there with a smile on his face and is hunched down on the chair. I’m opening the cupboards to find something to eat when I find the cereal. I pull down the Cheerio’s and pour it into the bowls he had on the counter. I set the bowl in front of Cash, but his were glassy, and his face had a stupid grin on his face. I sit down and wave my hand in front of him. “Earth to Cash. I repeat Earth to Cash.”

  He looks at me and apologizes. “Abby, that was just amazing, and it wasn’t what I had planned but thank you.” He leans over and kisses me. I push him away so we can eat breakfast.

  “Eat, we’re going to need our strength for our sexcapades.” We eat in silence, reading the paper, and occasionally looking at each other, but our pinkies remained locked. I finish eating and start clearing the dishes to put in the dishwasher.

  “Do you want to take back the proposal?” I ask him when he hands me his dishes.

  “I’m loving the fact that you’re going to be my wife. Are you sorry you said yes?”

  “No, I’m not sorry. You make me feel alive and most importantly loved. I love you.”

  “I love you too. I do all that for you?” He seems to be second guessing things, so I grab his face, so he is close me.

  “Yes you do all that for me and so much more.”

  “Well, my love, I want to make sure that I never make you feel any less.”

  “When do you want to get married?”

  “Now.” We both laugh because we know that’s impossible. We sit back down at the kitchen table to talk about things.

  “Where are we going to live?” I ask him.

  “I’d love for you to move here but if you don’t want to do that, how hard could it be running the hotel from your place?”

  “You would do that for me?”

  “Of course, I love you and don’t want to be separated from you.”

  “Cash, I’m going to move down here. You can’t run the hotel from there. I’ve worked with you. I can look into getting my state certification taken care of, see what I need to work here in Florida. I might want to work with you and know every aspect of the hotel business.”

  I can’t believe how lucky I got with you. I promise not to let you down when it comes to you making this decision.”

  “I will be with you; you could never let me down.”

  “So a summer wedding then?” I nod. “I will let you plan it, and you just tell me when and where to show up.”

  “You want no input on our wedding?”

  “My love, you have to remember what I do for a living. I have seen where grooms want to get involved, and everything is shot down.”

  “Cash, this is us, though. I want to make sure that you’re happy with the decisions for our wedding. Where do you want to get married?”

  “Abby, I never thought I would get married. I’m not a religious man so I wouldn’t feel comfortable in church. The last time I was in one was when my parents died, and we held their service where they got married.”

  “I wouldn’t want a church wedding either. It’s the summer; we could get married outside but what state? I was thinking Pennsylvania since I’m leaving there and moving here.”

  “I was thinking Florida since you want an outdoor wedding, why not get married on the beach?”

  “Why don’t we think about it and decide later?” I hate to admit to him that he was right about the groom and choices. “I believe someone promised me sexcapades, and he better hold up his end of the bargain.”

  He takes the newspapers and throws them on the floor, tapped the table then made a Vanna White stretch to exaggerate over that my ass was getting on his table. I must be taking too long because he takes my hands yanks me to my feet. He picks me up with ease and sets me up on the table causing me to squeal.

  “I didn’t hurt you did I?” I ask.

  “Why would you hurt me?”

  “I’m not exactly
a stick figure. I weigh a lot.”

  “Stop putting yourself down. You are one sexy woman. Your curves drive me crazy. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t care if you are four hundred pounds or more, I love you for you.” Tears flow down my cheeks, and he wipes them away. “I don’t know why you think and feel this, but you need to stop. I guess I’m just going to have to keep worshiping your body to prove it to you.” Boy, did he worship my body. We spent the next four hours marking every piece of furniture he had in his apartment it seems. Either having sex or giving oral pleasure to each other.

  After ending the sexcapades, we finish in the bedroom. Cash and I were so exhausted at this point that sleep claims us. I must’ve been slowing coming back to life because I hear my cell phone ringing, so I answer it against my better judgment.

  “Hello?” I answer in a raspy voice.

  “Abby?”

  “Mother.” I roll my eyes and make a mental note put her ringtone a different one so I can avoid this.

  “Abigail, why does it sound like you just woke up?”

  “What do you want?”

  “Is that any way to speak to me? I’m calling to see when you will be home so I can put you on the schedule.”

  “I don’t work for you,” I remind her, but she keeps talking over me.

  “Your little vacation has been difficult to your father and me. You are a selfish girl. So when will you be back?”

  “I quit.” I hang up on her. I’m awake now, so I check the time to see that it’s six o’clock. I start waking him up. I’m thirsty, so I get a glass of water and thought that I need to check in with Sarah to see what’s going.

  “Hey, Abs. What’s up?”

  “Just calling to see if you guys had dinner yet.”

  “We’re getting ready to go now. Do you guys want us to join you guys or do you want some alone time?”

  “Let me ask Cash. I just woke him up.” I can hear Max in the background talking about me to someone. “Who’s Max talking to?”

  Sarah sigh. “Your dad called him complaining about how you are ungrateful and selfish.”

  “Mom called and asked me when I would be back so she could put me on the schedule. Apparently my vacation has been hard on them. I told her that I quit and hung up on her.”

  “Good for you.”

  “Cash is coming out of the bedroom now. I will call you back.” I hang up with Sarah and turn around to see Cash standing naked in all his glory. “You can’t do that to me,” I tell him as I look him up and down. He has a smirk on his face, knowing what I’m thinking. “I can’t do what?” He asks innocently.

  “You can’t walk up to me all naked and hard like that when we need to get dressed to go out to dinner.”

  “I’m sorry to do you not want to see me naked? I can put clothes on.” He starts walking towards the bedroom.

  “I think I prefer you naked. Sarah wants to know if we want to join them dinner.”

  “I thought we were going to be naked for a couple of days.” He pouts.

  “I need food. You can’t keep worshiping my body without feeding me.”

  “I’ll feed you. I know a lot of take-out places that deliver here.”

  “If you want to stay in, we can.”

  “If you want to go out, we can.” We answer at the same time and then laugh.

  “I’d want to stay in with you since I leave soon. I can see those people anytime.” I smile at him, and his face went somber.

  “We are engaged now; we shouldn’t have to be apart.”

  “We will be together this summer and until then we will have weekend visits twice a month.” I’m saying it to him while trying to convince myself at the same time. We order Chinese take-out and sit talking about the wedding, my moving here, and if we’re going to stay in the apartment or get a house. I text Sarah to let her know that we’re passing on dinner tonight, but Cash is going to make reservations somewhere special for our last dinner in Miami.

  CASH

  We had a very lazy day of making love, watching movies, and talking. I think we’ve planned almost everything from the wedding to her moving here. I made her promise me not to let the vacation ending ruining the dinner. Tonight isn’t about parting ways but preparing ourselves for our future. I grab her hand and kiss it. Abby wants to grab some clothes and pack up her stuff since they are leaving tomorrow, so we head back to the hotel.

  “I love you.” She smiles at me, her eyes shining with tears.

  “I love you too.”

  We pull into the hotel parking lot and walk into the elevator, not speaking. I just hold her close to me. I need to ask Max for permission to marry Abby. I know how she feels about him. I wonder if I can ask her not to mention it until I’m ready.

  “Don’t say anything about us being engaged just yet.”

  “Why not?” she asks me.

  “I want to do it at the restaurant. We’ll have champagne and celebrate the right way.” She nods. We knock on the door because she forgot her key. Sarah opens the door and pulls us in. She’s talking so fast about not having enough bags, to put everything away, and I laugh at her. “We could probably go to Wal-Mart to get some bags. There’s one a couple of miles away from here.” I look around for Max but don’t see him. I thought he was staying in this room, but I am wrong.

  “Where’s Max?” Abby asks what I’m thinking.

  “Oh, he’s at the gym. He wanted to work out now so he can eat more.” Sarah rolls her eyes.

  “Well since you’re going to pack up, do you mind if I check on some things?”

  “Sure go ahead.” I kiss her goodbye and head to the gym. I walk in and saw Max lifting weights.

  “Max, hey man, can we talk for a couple of minutes?”

  “Sure what’s up?” he asks, not stopping.

  “I want to ask for your permission to marry Abby.”

  He stops dead in his tracks as he drops the weights. “I’m sorry I don’t think I heard you. You want to marry my sister and are asking me for permission?”

  “Yes. I love her, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. You are the most important person in her life, and I wouldn’t be okay getting married to her without your permission.”

  “Does she know that you’re doing this?”

  “No. I’ll be honest with you, I kinda blurted it out last night in a fight about her leaving. I gave her a bread tie when she said yes. After Christmas, I called my jeweler to re-size my mother’s engagement ring. I’m giving it to her when I see her in February.”

  “If you’re already engaged, why ask me?”

  “Like I said, having your permission would mean a lot to her.”

  “Cash, I don’t know if I can give it to you. You would move her here wouldn’t you?” I nod, and he looks sad. “I don’t know if I can be okay with her being here. I’m used to her being there all the time. She’s not just my sister but my best friend. The only one who loves me unconditionally.”

  “I know, man, and that’s something that we discussed. If I could run my hotel from anywhere, I would move there tomorrow.”

  I can tell Max is having a hard time processing, and I start to get nervous. If he said no, will Abby still marry me? “I give you my permission to marry Abby. You make her happy, and she’s so different with you. She comes alive.” He walks over to me and shakes my hand, putting his other hand on my shoulder. He knows there’s a pressure point there, and I’m on my knees in one second flat. “If you ever hurt her, just know that I’ll find you, and it won’t be pleasant.” He lets me go and walks away.

  I let out the breath that I’m holding. Max is a scary guy. I know he will make good on that promise too. Talking as we enter the room, I find Abby. She’s hunched over, shoulders shaking. I can tell by the movement of her body, she’s upset, crying. The sniffling I hear only confirms my assumptions I went to her immediately. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “I’m leaving tomorrow.” she says in between her sobs.

  “I know my love,
but we will be together soon,” I whisper. “And we will be together forever in a few short months.” She smiles at me weakly and continues packing.

  Everyone is ready to eat about an hour later. I’d made reservations at one of my favorite steakhouses that is usually busy. The owner is a great friend and always has a table for me.

  “Cash, my boy. How are you?” Mr. G asks me.

  “Mr. G, I’m doing well. Is the Mrs. here?” I wink at him.

  “Now you stay away from my wife with all your good looks and charm.” He laughs as he leads us to the table.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Oh, I want to introduce you to the love of my life, Abby. Abby, this is Mr. Gillespie or as I call him, Mr. G. He knew my grandparents.”

  “Oh hallelujah, the pain in my ass has found love. Now I might let you around my wife.” He looks at Abby. “My wife likes him and flirts with him. She makes me jealous. I tell her no but who can compete with this boy.” He smacks my cheeks, and she smiles. We sit down and order our drinks and appetizers.

  “He seems like a funny guy,” Abby says as she looks at the menu.

  “Mr. and Mrs. G. were there for me when my parents died. He especially would come by every day to check on me. If he saw me and it was bad, then he called Shawn. Mrs. G. is the baker in this place. She makes all the desserts, and she always sneaks me extra food when she knows I’m here.”

  “I can’t decide what I want; everything looks good.” Sarah tells us as her, and Abby discusses what to order.

  “I’ll get the steak, and you can get the shrimp and chicken combo. I can take half of yours, and you can have half of mine.” Abby offers and Sarah agrees.

  We place our orders, and I look at Abby. She’s bursting to tell everyone our news. I nod to her and she mouths, “Are you sure?” and I tell her yes.

  “Can I have everyone’s attention?” Everyone looks at Abby as she twists her cloth napkin. Her eyes are going from one person to another but never making eye contact. “I have an important announcement to make.” She gazes at Max as she speaks.