“Do you want me inside you?” I rasp, running the head of my cock up and down her slit. “Do you want me to fuck you now, gorgeous?”
I already know the answer, but I want to hear the words come out of her pretty mouth.
“Oh God, yes. Just put it inside me, Marshall. I need you. God, I need you so bad.”
Not as much as I fucking need her, I muse, tapping her clit with the tip of my cock. Spreading my pre-come over her pussy lips, I guide the head inside, and growl at the feeling of her already impossibly tight cunt clenching around me.
“Fuck. Jesus, Marshall. How the hell is that going to fit inside me?” Kennedy asks worriedly.
Chuckling at the hint of fear in her voice, I reassure her by sliding another inch deeper.
“Your body was made to take mine, gorgeous. It’ll fit, trust me.”
Kissing her gently, I ease more of my swollen cock into her dripping wet cunt which has a low moan slip from her lips. I take a nipple into my mouth, bite down again, and slam the last four inches of my cock into her pussy. This time, Kennedy screams. Not in pain, though. In pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Kennedy’s clever hands find my ass, digging in as she hooks her feet around my calves while I thrust in and out of her tight, wet heat in slow, measured strokes. The walls of her pussy begin to rhythmically spasm around me, drawing me deeper while I bury myself to the hilt before withdrawing slowly until only the head of my cock is left notched inside her entrance.
My woman arches her neck, and her teeth find the tendon on the side of my throat, muffling her cries of ecstasy as I pump into her harder and faster. This isn’t going to last long because I can feel the come boiling in my balls and the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine, signaling my impending release.
“Shit, baby. Are you close because I’m going to come and I want you to go with me,” I groan, dropping my head to her shoulder.
“I’m close,” she mewls. “So, so close, Marshall.”
Kennedy feels so fucking good that I’m surprised I’ve held back this long. Her grip is vice-like, a fist of a thousand velvet tongues stroking up and down my shaft, her cervix massaging the head with every thrust. It doesn’t hurt that my piercing tugs against the walls of her cunt either.
Securing her legs around my waist, I rise up and slam her up against the headboard, powering into her on my knees. The change of positions has me sliding deeper, the bar near the head of my cock dragging across her G-spot with each forward movement.
Now that she’s primed, Kennedy’s pussy stretched wide around the thickness of my cock, I pound into her relentlessly. I fuck her with everything I have, watching her mouth drop open in pleasure as she lets out a silent scream.
I fuck her with every ounce of desire I’ve been withholding, taking out weeks of pent up sexual frustration on her pussy. For a second there, I worry that I’m going to hurt her with how hard I’m driving into her, but Kennedy urges me on by slamming her hips into mine and biting the column of my throat again.
Full tits are pressed against my chest as Kennedy’s back bows and her cunt clamps down on my cock. Her juices flow down the length of my shaft, coating both of us in her release. Pulling back slightly, I watch my cock tunnel in and out, burrowing its way inside mercilessly.
All it takes is half a dozen more forceful thrusts before I throw my head back, grind my hips into her, and empty myself inside her. Rope after rope of hot come coats the walls of her pussy, and leaks out, pooling between where her slit meets my balls.
“Fucking hell. Do you see what you do to me? How bad I want you. Jesus, I need to taste you again, gorgeous,” I growl, taking her with me as I slide us back down the bed.
Flat against the mattress, her legs spread wide for me, I bury my head in her sopping wet cunt and eat her out like a man possessed. And in some ways I am. I’m obsessed with this woman. Everything about her fascinates me and turns me on, including the joint taste of our orgasms.
As I suckle her clit, Kennedy tries to tilt her hips away from my mouth, probably over sensitive after the two orgasms I’ve already given her. I don’t let her move an inch, though.
“Stay still and let me eat my pussy, Kennedy,” I command hoarsely. “Because it is mine now, and that means if I want to sit here and just look at it all day I can.”
Abruptly stopping the assault of my mouth, I spread her folds open with two thick fingers and stare at how perfect she is. Kennedy whines helplessly, murmuring,
“You wouldn’t.”
With a wicked grin, I wink at her.
“Oh, but I would,” I assure her. “If I want you naked, legs wide open, tied to the bed so that I can take my time admiring you, then that’s what will happen. If I want you on your knees at the edge of the bed so that you can take me in that pretty little mouth of yours, that will happen too. And if I want you on all fours while I finger your cunt until you come, so that you’re relaxed enough to take my cock in your ass, then I’ll have that too.”
Kennedy’s body shudders at the suggestion of me fucking her ass, so I have to ask,
“Do you like that idea, baby? Do you want me to train you ass to take my cock?” I goad, slipping a finger inside her.
Her eyelids flutter closed in bliss, but thankfully she still manages to answer me because I really want to hear this.
“Yes,” she moans almost desperately.
Not wasting another second on words when I’ve got something a whole lot better to occupy my mouth, I devour Kennedy’s pussy until she has orgasm number three all over my face.
I stroke her leisurely as she comes down from her high, withdrawing my fingers and licking them clean. Honestly, I can’t get enough of her, and I don’t think I ever will.
We fall asleep not long after I’ve cleaned her up with a warm cloth and wrapped her in my arms. Her back is to my chest, her head is resting on one of my biceps, and the hand on my arm draped over her waist is cupping her mound possessively.
Tonight I sleep harder and deeper than I ever have, and it’s all thanks to one tiny woman who unknowingly became my entire world. Neither of us knows what’s in store for us when we get home, but there’s one thing I am sure of; whatever awaits us, we’ll face it together. And that’s more than good enough for me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
~ Kennedy ~
“I don’t like to think before I speak. I like to be just as surprised as everyone else about what comes out of my mouth.”
– Talon to his mom
Two and a half days with Cash alone in a secluded cabin in the woods has been bliss. But now it’s time to start loading the truck, and I’m disappointed at the prospect of having to get back to reality.
Constructed with logs sawn in half down the center to make up the exterior walls, complete with wraparound porch, sash windows, and planter boxes, Cash’s cabin is even more beautiful that I’d imagined.
The interior was designed in an open-plan layout, but I can see hints of Cash and Jump’s influence everywhere I look. Exposed rustic beams, slate fireplace, functional but spacious kitchen, and dark stained timber reminds me of their place in Furnace.
It’s easy to tell who this house belongs to. All you have to do is look at the eighty-inch TV, game consoles – yes, there’s more than one – and full-service home gym that’s been set up in one of two guest bedrooms. But if that wasn’t enough to give it away, the framed photos of Jump and Cash together at various ages, that sit on the mantle would have.
I studied those photos in great detail as often as I could. It was if I was watching the brothers grow up before my eyes, and they fascinated me. Both of them.
Cash looks the same now as he did then. Strong jaw, same messy dark blonde hair, large, imposing build, and deep midnight blue eyes. All he was missing in the earlier images were the tattoos and piercings. Sure, Cash is more mature now, but he’s still the man I remember saving me all those years ago. Jump is a different story altogether.
The first picture is one of the t
wo of them standing proudly next to what I can only assume is Cash’s first bike. Cash’s mouth is stretched into a wide grin, his arm slung around his brother while he stares into the camera’s lens. Jump while smiling too, appears stiff and removed. You can tell he loves his brother dearly, but there’s something missing. Something troubling him.
I didn’t ask Cash about the photo – I didn’t want to ruin the mood he’d taken great pains to set – but one day I will. Not because I’m nosy, but because whatever put that look on Jump’s face may be the beginning of his problems, which culminated in a dangerous, possibly deadly addiction.
“You about ready to go?” Cash asks, coming up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.
I’ve been staring out at the crystal clear lake that sits just beyond the tree line bordering the property. A break in the trees gives a perfect view of the shimmering blue expanse of water, which makes me wish we had come up here when it was warmer.
Swimming isn’t something I’ve done a lot of over the years, but I’ve always found large bodies of water have an immediate calming effect on me. Maybe it’s the rhythmic lapping of the waves on the shoreline, the sound of the water crashing against the rocks, or maybe it’s just because I can identify with the constant movement and unpredictability of it.
Pressing a kiss on Cash’s bicep, I take one last look around and reply,
“I think so. Do you think we can come back again soon? Not right away, but I’d love to bring Talon up here and maybe take him out on the lake.”
“Anything you want, gorgeous,” Cash murmurs, tightening his arms around me.
There’s nothing better than the hours and hours of steamy, bone-melting sex, leading to multiple orgasms for both of us, except for this. Being in Cash’s arms, knowing that I’m safe, protected, and cherished is better than literally everything else.
Startling me, Cash spins me in his arms and picks me up sitting me on the porch railing. He parts my knees and stands between them, keeping his hands on my hips to steady me. The flash of intensity in his eyes tells me that I have a serious Cash on my hands, not the funny, passionate man whose bed I left not even an hour ago.
With a soft kiss on my lips, Cash tells me,
“Before we leave, we need to talk.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, tipping my head to one side.
Stroking up and down the tops of my thighs to my hips, Cash sighs.
“You need to remember that from here on out, you’re mine, and I’m yours. Whatever happens, we deal with it together.”
I raise my hand to his chest and feel the steady beat of his heart under my palm. Touching Cash is so natural now, so when I’m not, it’s as if something is missing.
“Now you’re scaring me. What’s going on, Cash?”
“Something was delivered to the house the morning we left. Sly’s on it, and if anyone can help get to the bottom of this, it’s him,” Cash says, shaking his head.
“And,” I return, drawing it out.
“And,” he drones, mimicking me, “the delivery was a note from my dad.”
My mouth drops open at the revelation, but no words come out. I’m mean, what do you say to that?
From what I’ve managed to piece together, Cash and Jump’s dad abandoned them and their mother when she told him she was pregnant with Jump. Cash wasn’t even two years old when he walked out the door and never came back. Which begs the question; why the hell is he contacting them now?
In answer to my unasked question, Cash informs me,
“It didn’t come in the post, gorgeous. It was a hand delivered note someone slid under the door. That alone makes me uneasy, but the contents of the note even more so. He isn’t after money or a reunion because he knows I would have told him to fuck off.”
“Um, I don’t get it then,” I admit softly. “If he doesn’t want to see you, why is he contacting you.”
“It’s not me he wants to see; it’s you,” Cash growls.
Gaping at him, I gasp,
“Me? But why? I don’t even know him. Why the hell would he want to see me?”
Cash’s fingers dig into the flesh of my hips hard enough to leave bruises, but I barely register it as I witness Cash’s whole demeanor change. His features harden, his brow creases, and his mouth sets into a thin line. Everything about the man in front of me screams deadly. However, I’m not concerned for my well-being, but for his dad’s.
Eventually, Cash loosens his hold, but he doesn’t pull away from me. In fact, he steps closer until all I can feel is the heat from his body surrounding me like a warm blanket.
“Because if there’s any truth to what’s written in that note, he does know you,” he replies gruffly. “Like I said, I’ve got Sly working to confirm his story, but all evidence so far suggests for once in his life, he’s not lying.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “If you give me his name, it should be easy enough for me to tell you if I know him or not, but that’s not why you’re angry, is it? Talk to me, Cash. Tell me what’s upsetting you about this.”
Minutes pass before Cash speaks again, but his eyes never leave mine, boring into me with a ferocity I can’t begin to explain.
“Jesus, this is fucked up,” he snarls. “I don’t want to risk losing you which is why I didn’t say anything the day I got it, but I can’t hide this shit from you. What’s worse is I can’t fucking protect you from it, either.”
“Do you love me, Cash? I mean, do you really love me?” I ask in a forceful voice that belies how I actually feel inside.
Butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach as I wait for his answer. I’ve never felt more vulnerable than I do now. Other than Talon and my brother Abel, I haven’t said I love you to anyone before. Cash is the first, and will be the last. Even if he doesn’t return my feelings, I turned my heart over to him one night in an alley a long time ago.
I didn’t know it then. How could I? I was only a kid. But today, right here, right now, looking into the face of the man who owns me mind, body, and soul the truth is as clear as it is visceral. I’m in love with Marshall Cash Collins, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
He snuck under my defenses and stole his way into my heart. The way he loves Jump, Cash’s devotion to his brothers and his club, how he treats Aislinn, Avery, Blaine, and Beth showed me there is another side to him. A side I very much wanted to get to know and understand. And now that I have, I can’t imagine not seeing, kissing, touching, and making love to him every day.
And that’s what scares me the most. That’s why I waited to tell him I love him. What if this was all just a bit of fun for him? What if me pressuring him into feeling something drives a wedge between us? What if, God forbid, he ends things because they got too serious? I would be back to square one. But this time, I wouldn't just have a pink slip and a new destination in mind, I would have a broken heart too.
Cash’s hands eventually cup my face, his fingers tenderly traveling over my skin until they find purchase in my hair. And then he’s kissing me. Deep, hard, and drugging, Cash kisses me with passion and desperation. His tongue moves in sync with mine, exploring and stroking as he tugs my head back and ravages my mouth.
I don’t know how long the kiss continues, but when he tears his mouth from mine, we’re both panting and short of breath. With a fierce expression, Cash rumbles,
“Don’t ever question whether I love you or not. I might not have said the words, but every time I kiss you, touch you, sink my cock inside you I’m showing you just how much you mean to me.” Running his thumb over the bite mark on my lower lip, he asks, “When I kissed you, did you feel it? Could you feel how much you mean to me or do I need to show you again?”
I’m speechless, so I settle on answering him with a nod.
“I don’t do hearts and flowers, so if that’s what you need, then you’ve got the wrong guy, gorgeous. All I can offer you is me and my promise to keep you safe, take care of you and your incredible fucking body, treat your boy
like my own and love you more than any man ever will. Does that work for you?” He finishes with a smirk.
Throwing my arms around him, I climb him like a spider monkey. My hands are buried in his hair, my arms entwined around his neck, and my legs are wrapped around his hips. I can feel the steel rod of his erection throbbing against my core, but before I can order him to take me back to bed, I need to get this out.
“You forget to put your towels on the towel rack, you still believe the laundry fairy comes when you’re sleeping, your brother needs to be trained to put the toilet seat down, and dishes don’t do themselves. You’re bossy, intimidating, and you don’t smile nearly enough.”
An ominous growl erupts from his chest, and I stifle a giggle because he’s so eloquently proving my point.
“There, there caveman. I wasn’t done yet. Now, where was I?” I ponder, tapping my chin.
“Get on with it woman because I have a question of my own to ask you, and if you keep teasing me, I’ll have to bend you over the railing and spank your ass. And as much as you enjoy that, it’ll mean I won’t have time to eat your pussy before we have to leave.”
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