Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I wait until Cash is in front of me, shielding her tempting ass with my body until we reach my office door. My fingers tremble with the high of having her near me as I turn the knob, letting her in before I follow.
Cash walks into the middle of the room and glances at every corner. I stand with my back to the door, needing the support for my knees, seeing my goddess in my space.
The room isn’t fancy. It probably looks like a closet to her. Little Miss Hot Shot’s bathroom is bigger. The place is basic, with its wood paneling and sparse furniture. A desk holds a computer, and there’s a loveseat in the corner.
Cash’s eyes brighten as she spots the shelf of old vinyl records. Her fingers shake as she pulls out one of my many LPs. “Do you have any idea what this is?” Her fingers brush against the sleeve as if she’s discovered the meaning of life.
I step close, and Cash shivers as my lips brush her ear. “First edition pressing of The White Album by The Beatles.” I wrap my arms around her, lifting the record from her hand and carrying it to the player. I gently remove it from the sleeve, place it on the turntable, and bring the needle up. The sweet melody of John Lennon singing Don’t Let Me Down oozes through the overhead speakers in my office.
Cash’s eyes meet mine. “You have all these masterpieces in an unlocked room that anyone could walk into? What if the place got robbed? There must be millions of dollars worth of records on those shelves.”
I nod, fully aware of the first editions sitting there. “First, we’re in a small town in Tennessee, not New York City. Second, the common person wouldn’t know what any of this is worth. To them, it’s a bunch of old junk.”
“Still, it’s sad that these jewels are withering away here.”
“Better for them to be enjoyed than sitting in some glass case. Music is meant to be shared, not locked up as a trophy.”
Cash places her hand in mine, and I pull her toward me, swaying to the music. Fuck, I love having her body against mine. It’s as if she’s meant for me. She sighs and places her head on the left side of my chest, right over my heart. I’m sure she can hear its frantic rhythm. We sway to the harmonies The Beatles blended so perfectly, and I let the lyrics wash over me.
Until she breaks my reverie.
“So what’s up, Gunner?”
Her question catches me off guard. I thought we were having a sweet, romantic moment, and bam, she kills the mood by dousing me in ice water.
What’s up? She’s asking me what’s up? She tells me she needs space, doesn’t call me for two days, and then shows up here wanting to sing. Maybe all I am to her is a good fuck. Perhaps I’m the chump for thinking that the two of us have a connection that few people experience.
Reluctantly, I push her away from me. I step forward, forcing her to step back. “That’s what I want to know, Sparrow. What the hell is up? I thought we had a pretty good time in the forest. If I recall, you told me I blew your mind with my tongue acrobatics. So I want to know where you’ve been for the last two days.”
“I told you. I needed some space.”
Another step in her direction until her knees hit the back of the loveseat. My body crowds her, but she doesn’t hate it from the way her breathing accelerates and her pupils dilate. “I’m done giving you space. I sure as hell won’t stand by while another man calls you sweetheart.”
My cock lashes out in my pants like a damn snake wanting to be freed from its prison.
Cash bobs her head and swallows. “I can’t control what another man calls me.”
I lift my hand and capture a soft lock of her hair. “I know you can’t, Sparrow. But I can.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I yank her hair back and pull until her legs give way, and she falls to her knees. “I’ve got a couple of ideas. Remember your safe word.”
She smirks. “Your idea involves me on my knees?”
Fuck. I love how pliable she is. How she’s ready anywhere, anytime. “Shut the fuck up and take out my cock.” My legs go weak as she pulls down the zipper of my jeans and unleashes my rock-hard dick. “Suck.”
Cash places her hands on the base of my dick, and the tip of her finger slides along the ball of my piercings.
“If you’re a good girl, I might get more jewelry for you. But be a bad girl, and it’ll be you getting the hardware.”
She opens her mouth, sliding the tip of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.