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

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Lucky River Ranch Series by Jessica Peterson
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
<<<<6373818283848593103>116
Advertisement2


Her smirk fades. “Please, Cash. I want you there. Inside me. Please.”

I stroke myself again, and again, the pressure inside me sharp-edged as I continue to pleasure her too. My mouth goes dry as I rake my eyes over her body. She looks gorgeous with her tits thrust up high, her arms pulled over her head. She’s all long legs and soft curves. Luscious hips. Full, pouty mouth.

Her hips rise to meet my touch. I dip my thumb inside her. Curse at how small and sweet and perfect she is.

The thought grips me: no one else.

I don’t want anyone else knowing what she feels like here.

I don’t want her learning anyone else the way she’s learning me.

Fuck, I’m in deep. If punching a guy because he hurt her feelings wasn’t a sign, me blurting, “We gotta use condoms?” certainly is.

Mollie’s eyelashes flutter. Her eyes go dark. I can’t tell if that darkness is arousal or disgust.

Rolling my thumb over her clit, I continue, “I never ask that because the answer should always be yes.”

Breathless, Mollie nods. “It should be, yeah.”

“But the thought of usin’ ’em with you, having something between us…” I pump my hips into my hand. “I fuckin’ hate it, Mollie. Got my test results from my physical a couple of weeks back, and I’m negative across the board. Haven’t been with anyone since.”

She raises a brow, eyes flicking over my torso. “With that body, you haven’t been with anyone?”

“Been busy with other things.” I chuckle. “But this is the kinda busy I like.”

Her head falls back when I gather her clit between my thumb and forefinger and give it a gentle tug. “Cash.”

“I’ll wear a condom if you want me to. No questions asked. But I wanna feel you. All of you.” And, yeah, maybe the fantasy of knocking you up turns me on in a way it shouldn’t.

Maybe I wanna have her in a way that’s not casual. This isn’t a throwaway fuck. I don’t know what I am to Mollie, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna be a friend she sometimes hooks up with.

The darkness in her eyes deepens. They’re practically black now, all pupil. “Results are same as yours. And I’m on the pill. And I know where you live if something happens, so…”

My hips jerk, cock surging in my hand. “You really think I’d run if I got you pregnant?”

It’s a weird fucking question. One I absolutely should not be asking Garrett Luck’s daughter.

But Mollie, being the perfect human she is, just takes it in stride with a sly little smile. “No, Cash, you wouldn’t run. But I don’t think you’d let me ride horses anymore.”

I laugh, the light, soft feeling in my chest so big and broad it cracks me half. “You’re a cowgirl now, honey. And cowgirls can’t be tamed. Wouldn’t dare to try.”

Now she’s laughing, and I’m practically choking on the feeling inside me.

“I like you, Cash Rivers,” she says, expression softening.

I gather her wetness on my first two fingers. Stroke her clit one, two more times before I reach up and slather the moisture on her nipple. “You’re about to like me a lot more, Mollie Luck.”

“Awful”—she yelps when I bend down to circle that nipple with my tongue—“full of yourself, aren’t you, cowboy?”

“Naw, honey. Just honest.”

Then I shape her waist with my hands and toss her further up on the bed. She gasps. I climb on top of her, my dick hanging heavily between us as I capture her mouth in a hard, hot kiss. I hold her bound wrists in one hand. With the other, I reach down and hook my palm around the back of her knee. I push her leg up and over, spreading her wide.

We look down at the same time. Her pussy glistens in the light of the lamp.

“Beautiful.” I look up to meet her eyes. “That pretty pussy’s gonna come on my dick, you hear me? I wanna feel it.”

Mollie pulls her eyebrows together. They curve upward, like she’s in pain. “I wanna feel it when you come inside me.”

I stare at her. My dick throbs. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.

Mollie’s eyes toggle between mine. She just admitted something—something I get the feeling she hasn’t told anyone else—and she wants to know what I think.

Ducking my head, I draw my nose up the slope of her neck. Stop to suck on the hollow just beneath her ear. “Yes, ma’am.” My voice sounds husky against her skin.

She moans.

I reach down and take myself in my hand. I’m hot to the touch. Shaking. But I still manage to glide my head over her clit. I curse through gritted teeth at the soft, slick feel of her bareness.

Mollie rocks her hips, asking for more.

“Remember what I said,” I bite out. “You come on my dick.”


Advertisement3

<<<<6373818283848593103>116

Advertisement4