Cash (Lucky River Ranch #1) Read Online Jessica Peterson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Lucky River Ranch Series by Jessica Peterson
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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I can still taste Mollie’s pussy on my lips as I open the passenger-side door of my truck and help her inside.

Her cheeks are bright pink. Eyes hazy—that look girls get when they’ve been well taken care of.

You don’t see it often enough.

I already don’t want this ride to end. Who knows what will happen after tonight? She said she wants to fool around, sure. But that’s no commitment.

If I’m being honest, commitment is what I’m looking for. Maybe it’s being around Mollie. Maybe it’s losing Garrett. Or maybe it was Wyatt’s little speech earlier at the bar. But something’s got me wanting to make a change.

Or maybe something is changing the way I think. The way my family needs me—that hasn’t changed. Neither have my responsibilities on the ranch. But I’m starting to understand that those commitments shouldn’t hold me back from commitments I want to make to myself.

For myself. That’s the only way I’m ever gonna have a life of my own.

I’ve missed out on so much trying to be everything to everybody else. No one asked me to be the hero. The savior. And maybe—hell, maybe they don’t need me to be their savior. Maybe it’s time they learned to save themselves.

Laughing with Mollie, dancing with her—I’ve missed out on that shit, and I want more of how it makes me feel. Free. Happy. Glad to be alive.

I notice Mollie’s hand shakes a little as she buckles her seat belt.

“You all right?” My voice is husky. Probably because my dick is hard enough to hammer nails.

Her eyes flick to meet mine. “I just witnessed my first bar fight, and then you made me come on a bathroom sink. Of course I’m not all right. I’m fucking awesome.”

I laugh, even as the pain in my hand and face pulses. “Maybe you really are a cowgirl at heart.”

She smiles. I smile.

Lord above, I’m in trouble.

I close the door and jog around the front of the truck. Don’t got time to waste. If I don’t get Mollie home and in my bed soon, I’m gonna come in my pants like a fucking teenager.

Wrong. Right. Sleeping with Mollie is one of those things. But too late to go back now. She needs to be shown how a real man does it.

How a real man treats her.

Fuck, but I feel lucky I’m that man tonight.

I’m glad Palmer is out of the picture and on his way back to Dallas with a fat lip. Hopefully, he knows better than to come back.

Hopefully, he knows better than to ever, ever touch Mollie again.

I peel out of the parking lot and head home. It’s dark now. No stars, though, on account of the clouds.

When is the rain gonna come?

We’re just passing Goody’s office when Mollie reaches across and puts her hand on my leg. My dick jumps. She smirks.

Her hand moves to my crotch. She cups my erection and gives it a squeeze.

“Jesus fuck,” I sputter.

“Road head gonna be too much of a distraction for you?”

I draw a deep, slightly panicked breath. “But I wanna be inside you.”

“We can do that later. It’s Friday night, Cash, and we live in the middle of nowhere.” She nods at the vast darkness outside the windshield. “What the hell else are we gonna do except fool around?”

I chuckle. “Good point.”

Scooting closer, she starts unbuckling my belt. “You give good head. Bet I give better.”

“Brat.” I look at her.

She looks back. Unzips my fly and reaches inside my jeans. “I’m the worst, aren’t I?”

I nearly jump out the window when she wraps her hand around me and gives me a slow, hard tug through my briefs. She circles her thumb over my head, and I feel my underwear go damp as I start to leak.

My balls are in agony.

Still, I drive slowly. I don’t want to lose control. I want to enjoy every minute of my time with Mollie.

Up until this point, life’s been about survival. It had to be when I was in the trenches after my parents died. But now that my brothers are grown and the ranch is thriving, I see that maybe being in survival mode is a choice I’ve made.

Which means I can choose a different way of living.

What about Rivers Ranch, though? My plans for my family’s land were destroyed when Mollie inherited Lucky Ranch. I still don’t know how to fix that. What our next step should be. Which means it’s a bad time to be reckless. To choose freedom over safety.

Then again, I thought if I played by the rules and did everything right, life would work out. What a crock of shit that’s turned out to be. If anything, losing out to Mollie is teaching me I don’t have much control over what does and doesn’t happen. And if that’s the case…


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