Cash (Hawthorne Brothers Romance)

by M. L. Young

  Cash lit some candles at the table and put on some romantic music before setting the table as I finished cooking and plating the dinner. Steam billowed up from the plates and Cash quickly took them, putting them on top of the placemats as a twinkling downtown Los Angeles shimmered in the distance.

  We sat down, him scooting my chair in for me, which was something I didn’t expect but greatly appreciated. “Thank you for coming over tonight. To us,” he said, holding up his wine glass.

  “To us,” I replied, clinking my glass against his.

  I took a sip, the white wine slightly bitter at first but quickly fruity, all the while locking eyes with Cash. We dug in, neither of us shy to eat in front of the other. The saltiness of the teriyaki sauce was quickly quenched by the acidity of the pineapple and orange juices.

  “This is so good,” I said between bites.

  “Much better than the takeout we could’ve gotten,” he replied.

  I moved my foot forward, playing a little footsy, and he winked at me, his foot wrapping around mine and giving me the slightest hint of butterflies. Was this what happiness felt like?

  Cash took our plates and silverware away as we finished dinner before whisking me to the couch, where he pressed the button on his fireplace and instantly turned it on. The pot lights above were dimmed, a few flameless candles lit, as the wicks threw flickering light across the white walls. “Want to turn something on for a little bit before going upstairs?” he asked.

  I nodded, and he grabbed his remote before turning on the television and putting the volume on low. It was just enough to hear, but not enough to distract us from one another, which I thought we both wanted. Anything that took me away from the glistening of his beautiful eyes wasn’t a friend of mine.

  We turned on some made-for-TV movie, nothing special, as we instead focused on cuddling and giving each other cute little kisses that quickly escalated into more. Pecks turned into full kisses, which then brought out the tongue, which meant our hands couldn’t help but slither across each other’s bodies and feel what had been missing from our lives for so long.

  It had been a couple weeks since we last had sex, with work and his parents hindering that aspect of our relationship. It wasn’t that we didn’t want it or miss it, but we did decide not to make it an aspect of our relationship that was of the utmost importance. Neither of us wanted to feel like we had to have sex whenever we saw each other. When we did do it, though, boy, was it fireworks.

  “Do you want to?” he asked, pointing upwards.

  “Please,” I replied, causing him to quickly turn off the television and fireplace.

  I extended my hand and he grabbed it and pulled me up off the couch before picking me up in his arms and walking off with me. “Cash!” I exclaimed, giggling.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck while he effortlessly carried me up the stairs and to his room, or at least he didn’t show a struggle while doing so. He pushed open the door with his foot as the dim lights turned on and he tossed me on the bed. “God, do I want you right now,” he said, shutting the door behind him.

  “Then come get me,” I said with a sultry tone.

  He pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, before walking between my legs while I wrapped them around his hips. My arms circled around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, as I grabbed the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

  He kissed me, passionately, like he was a sailor about to be shipped off to sea for the next ten years. He was insatiable, and I loved every second of it.

  Kissing was only so much before he pulled back and I sat up on the edge of the bed. I pulled up my top, my slightly transparent black lace bra catching his attention as I could see his jugular start to throb. “Do you want these?” I asked while I grabbed them and squeezed them.

  He nodded, unable to speak, while I bit my lower lip and unclasped the bra from behind. I tossed it aside, and just before I told him to come over, he was back in front of me, squeezing them and playing with my nipples. “Yes,” I moaned, as I could feel his bulge pressing through his pants against my inner thigh.

  I reached down, feeling it through the fabric, before slowly unbuckling his belt one-handed and slipping off his pants. He kicked them aside, sucking on my nipples, before I reached into his black boxer briefs and cupped his thick, throbbing cock in my hand. It was so warm, growing ever larger the more I felt. His tongue let go of my nipple and he stood back up again.

  I slipped down and pulled down his briefs before tossing them aside and attacking his dick without warning. My jaw stretched as far as it could, it obviously not remembering this much girth, as my tongue stayed flat, running against the bottom of his shaft. I heard a little moan and looked up to see his eyes closed and his body moving slightly from side to side, before I grabbed his balls and started to massage them in my hands.

  Cash reached down, pulling my hair back, before I put my hands on his thighs and he began to gently thrust. He went slow, knowing I couldn’t handle much more of this thing in my throat without gagging, before he pulled out and I gasped for air.

  “Are you okay?” he asked while I wiped tears from my eyes.

  “Yes,” I said, grabbing it and starting to jerk him.

  “It’s your turn,” he said, his bulging biceps picking me up off the ground and tossing me onto the bed like a ragdoll. I loved it when he tossed me around like that.

  He pulled down my pants and quickly ripped off my matching black lace panties before pulling my ass to the edge of the bed and holding my legs out. He started to eat me out, slowly, then all at once, as my head turned like a person being exorcised. I gripped the sheets, positive I was going to rip them, as his middle finger found its way inside me and started to flick upwards.

  “Shit,” I said, emphasizing the first two letters much longer than needed.

  “You like that?” he asked before doing it again.

  “Babe,” I moaned, as my back arched upwards with each and every flicker.

  I could feel goose bumps forming all over my body as I tried to keep it together but couldn’t. Whatever he was doing felt so good, better than my vibrator, and even better solely because he was the one doing it to me. Even though it felt like ecstasy, I only wanted one thing in this moment, and that was his cock inside me. Deep inside me.

  “I need it,” I moaned as he sucked on my clit.

  “Need what?” he asked, pulling away a little.

  “You,” I said, looking up at him.

  “Tell me what you need about me,” he said.

  “Your dick,” I said, wishing he’d stop teasing me.

  “And what about my dick do you need?” he asked.

  “I need it inside me, please give it to me. Now,” I said, turning over and going into his nightstand drawer.

  I pulled out a condom, tearing it open and rolling it down his cock, then pulling him forward while holding onto it. He liked it, smiling, as I propped myself up with my elbow and rolled his head around my pussy before slowly putting him inside. “Yes,” I moaned, falling backwards against the bed.

  He held my legs by my calves and slowly went in. I was almost positive he could feel that I couldn’t take him all at once. Nobody could.

  “Mm, you’re starting to cream a little,” he said while I played with my nipples.

  “I wonder why,” I said, smiling.

  Cash went in a little further with every thrust. I squealed a little and begged him for it even more. That only fueled him on. He turned me on my side, his cock not leaving me, and pushed my knees up a little before beginning to go again. Each position pulled me closer to orgasm as his dick felt different, from my back, to my side, to on all fours.

  I felt it coming closer and I told him not to stop. “Are you going to cum for me?” he asked.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned gently. I could barely keep myself up on my knees as my arms began to feel weak.

  Cash didn’t pick up the pace, didn’t slow down, but stayed right where he
was at. He knew what I liked, and he planned to give it to me exactly that way. I felt the buildup as I put my face against the bed and reached back to rub my clit. I flicked it furiously, feeling the electric warmth deep inside me as it quickly found its way to the surface.

  “Yes,” I said, barely able to spit it out.

  Suddenly, like a wave crashing down, it hit me, intensifying all at once. I screamed in pure orgasmic ecstasy and felt my pussy wrapping around his cock like a hungry snake.

  “Fuck,” I heard him mutter, as he could barely thrust anymore.

  I gasped for air, the orgasm fleeting, as I moaned and felt my face get warm and likely red.

  He pulled out, pulling off his condom, before I flipped over and let him spray all over my tits and stomach. It didn’t stop as I grabbed his balls and felt them empty all over me. He was sweating, his knees buckling under the orgasm, before he grabbed the bed to keep himself upright.

  “Fucking shit,” he said, wiping his forehead with his forearm.

  “You better fuck me like that every time,” I said, smiling.

  “I need to cool off. Shower?” he asked. I nodded and he helped me up.

  I put my hands under me and kept his juices from falling onto the carpet before we walked into his shower stall and he turned on all the nozzles. The water was warm, though not hot, and he pulled me closer to him and gave me cute, romantic kisses while I wrapped my arms around him.

  There was something greatly comforting about knowing that we could go from wild, hot, primal sex to being cute and romantic together within a short span of time. Most guys wouldn’t get like this after having sex, instead wanting to toss the girl out or go to sleep, but not Cash. He was one in a million, and the more I realized that, the more I wanted to make sure this worked.

  •••

  “We have a photo op to start with, and then we can get into things,” Stacey, Cash’s publicist, said as we stood in back at the charity event.

  The sounds of rumbling carnival bells and games being played were close by as kids yelled and laughed like they were having the time of their young lives. Cash rubbed his hands together, slightly nervous, before looking at me and asking if I was ready. “Ready,” I replied without hesitation.

  “Okay, we’re going out,” Stacey said, grabbing the curtain and pulling it back.

  “Cash!” a million people yelled as cameras started to flash.

  He held my hand, holding it tight, refusing to let it go as we walked out smiling. My cheeks started to hurt, but I didn’t budge, while Cash pulled me in lovingly and we posed for pictures. I started to see stars with all the flashes before more celebrities came out and started to get their pictures taken too. We moved down the line a little more, hearing yells for attention from the ravenous paparazzi. Cash whispered and asked me how I was doing.

  “I know it’s a lot, we’re almost done,” he said.

  “Good,” I said, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

  “Who is with you tonight? Is she your girlfriend?” one reporter asked as we walked past the flashes and towards a more interview-like area.

  “This is my girlfriend, Jenna,” Cash said, leaning in to the microphone.

  “What is it like dating a superstar like Cash Hawthorne?” she asked as she looked at me with genuine interest in her eyes. I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that.

  “Being with Cash is great. He’s a really amazing man and I’m happy to call him my boyfriend,” I said with a cheerful demeanor and smile.

  Cash answered a few more questions, mostly about the upcoming movie and how filming was going. He was polite, concise, and always had an answer, as if Stacey was feeding him lines from an earpiece or something. We got done with the interview as another person came up and began walking into the carnival area, where a few kids were already waiting.

  “Hi Cash!” one little boy said with a massive smile across his face.

  “Well, hey there, buddy,” he said, letting go of my hand and getting down on one knee.

  “Can you please sign my shirt?” the boy asked.

  “Well, of course I can. I’d be happy to,” Cash said before getting handed a marker and signing the boy’s shirt.

  “Are you going to play games with us?” a little girl asked.

  “I’m going to try! I’m sure you can kick my butt, though!” he said with a smile.

  She blushed, smiling. It was easy to tell she had a crush on him. She wore a pink hat, her hair missing, likely from chemo, but the look in her eyes right now was enough to show just how strong she was. I knew she was going to be okay.

  As we started to play games, like whack-a-mole, some of the kids began to warm up, getting more talkative and not nearly as shy as when we first came over. One girl in particular stayed close to me, and not Cash.

  “You’re pretty,” she said, looking up at me.

  “Why thank you! You’re such a beautiful young lady,” I replied, smiling.

  “Are you Cash’s girlfriend?” she asked.

  “I am,” I said, a little shocked that she’d lead off with that.

  “He’s really nice,” she said. “He was here last year and we had a lot of fun.”

  “You did? He told me how much fun he had last year. What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Nora,” she said shyly.

  “Nora? He talked about a Nora when he told me about his time here last year. Was that you he was talking about? The little girl who kicked his butt?” I asked, making her smile.

  “Yeah! That was me!” she said, perking right up.

  “Oh, boy, he’s going to be so scared when he sees you, let me tell you. He’s been working really hard on his games so that he could come back and beat you, but I don’t think he will. You look too good,” I said.

  She giggled, blushing, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart warm up. Cash never did talk about her, or about any kid in particular, but she didn’t need to know that because in this moment, the world revolved around her, and I knew she wasn’t thinking about her illness anymore. Right now she was on the moon because Cash Hawthorne knew who she was. That was all that was important.

  “Cash,” I said, nudging him.

  “Well, hi there,” he said, smiling at Nora.

  “This is Nora, remember her? You told me how scared you were that she would beat you again this year?” I asked, giving him a wink.

  “Oh no, not Nora! You grew so much since I last saw you that I didn’t even recognize you!” he said.

  “Are you really scared?” she asked, with a tone of disbelief, like she had to ask him to verify I was telling the truth.

  “Scared? I’m terrified! I still love you, though, no matter how much you kick my butt,” he said.

  “I love you too, Cash. Thank you for playing games with me,” she said, smiling.

  Cash walked over, got on his knees, and gave her a big hug, kissing her cheek. I saw a woman, presumably her mom, standing close by and wiping tears from her eyes. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to see your child this happy, and when she was sick nonetheless.

  “How about we play a game together? Just me and you,” Cash said, and her face brightened up.

  We all walked over to the basketball game, where you shot baskets against a timer. Cash and Nora walked up, me and her mom staying back, before the attendant hit the button and the timer started.

  “Go!” Cash said.

  Nora picked up the basketballs like her life depended on it and threw them at the basket. She got a couple in, and so did Cash, but he held back and purposefully missed them so that she could beat him again. She didn’t even come close to catching on, as the look of dedication on her face was the strongest I’d ever seen on anybody.

  “He’s so good with kids,” her mom said.

  “He really is,” I replied.

  “Are you two?” she asked, pointing back and forth at us.

  “Yes,” I said, laughing a little. “We’re together.”

  “I know he probably
leads a busy life, but his kids are going to be so lucky to have such a dedicated and involved father. Nora’s father left when she was two, and she hasn’t had any contact with him since. Seeing her with a male role model like this really makes me happy. She needs it,” she said.

  “Maybe he can work with her more, then,” I said.

  “Wow, that would be so nice for her,” she said.

  “I can’t promise anything, or when it would happen, but I can see that Nora has grown on him, and I know he’d love to play with her again and make her happy,” I said.

  The game ended, and Nora won by two points. She jumped up and down and Cash acted in pure disbelief. “You got me!” he said as she laughed.

  “It’s okay, I still love you,” she said, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek.

  “Uh oh, you better watch out. It looks like I might have a new girlfriend,” Cash said, looking at me.

  “Oh, I think I’ll let it slide this time! I don’t want Nora to beat me, too!” I said, making her giggle even more.

  There’s a saying that watching your boyfriend or husband being great with children will make your ovaries explode, and that was the truth. There was something satisfying and warming about the man you like or love being so great with kids. It was reassuring, at least if you wanted kids, and I left the carnival with a greater appreciation for him and our relationship. I had no reason to worry that if we ever had kids he wouldn’t be there, or wouldn’t care, or be a bad father in any way. I knew I’d be able to count on him to be the best dad he could be.

  Cash signed autographs before we left and took a few pictures before saying bye while the kids were getting ready to head back inside the hospital. It made my heart hurt a little, knowing they were going back in to be hooked up to machines and IVs. At least I could take solace in knowing that we made their lives great for the day. They weren’t even thinking about their treatments, but just about all the fun they were having.