Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
He kisses my slit. A deep, ardent caress of tongue and lips that’s worlds different from Palmer’s half-hearted ministrations. It’s like Cash is actually enjoying this.
It’s like he’s savoring me, taking his time. My chest clenches. Is he going slow because this is the first and last time we’ll do this? Or is he going slow because, well, that’s Cash, isn’t it? Going all in on the things he cares about.
He’s dropping everything to be here. He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t give a shit what people hear or think. He just gives me what I want, what I need, because that’s more important to him than anything.
I close my eyes. A thought circles wildly inside my head. It’s not easy to break your way through Cash’s defenses. But once you’re in—heavens, he’s the kind of man who’s so easy to fall for.
He is so fucking good at eating pussy.
The pressure in my core becomes unbearable. I roll my hips against his mouth, legs beginning to shake.
“Play with yourself,” he growls, shoving up my shirt with his hand before pulling down my bra. “Touch your tits.”
But he’s already doing that, eyes locked on my bare breast as he thumbs my nipple. The pad of his thumb is rough, calloused, but his touch is gentle. The juxtaposition is mind-blowingly hot.
I cover his hand with mine. My orgasm rises, rises, a growing, thunderous throb that has me biting my lip to keep from yelling. Cash licks my pussy, deep strokes that go back to front, back to front. He circles my clit, sucks on it. Plays with my nipple all the while.
My heart flatlines. Then bursts into vibrant, ardent life as the orgasm finally slams into me. The release is brutal, and I curl my fingers into Cash’s thick hair, searching for relief. Support.
Sympathy.
And I get it. Cash slips a finger inside me, the pressure just what I didn’t know I needed. I look down and see him watching me.
“I gotta feel you comin’, honey.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “You gonna come this hard on my dick?”
I can only nod.
“You’d best be tellin’ the truth. ’Cause you feel so fucking good. Tight and wet and hot. I’mma fuck you here, and you’re gonna love it, ain’t you, honey?”
I nod again.
Cash presses one last kiss to my clit before straightening. Then it’s my mouth he’s kissing, keeping that finger inside me. This kiss is soft, sweet, and he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me against him as wave after wave of sensation crashes through me.
“Wow,” I say when I’m finally able to breathe.
He pulls his finger out. I wince.
“Shit, that hurt?”
“No. Yes. That orgasm—it was the kind that’s so good, it hurts. I think it was that.”
“What can I do?”
I rest my cheek against his chest. His heart thunders in my ear.
There’s a bulge in the front of his jeans.
“You can do that again,” I say, and a sharp, searing sense of light fills my chest when Cash laughs.
A big, booming belly laugh that I’m sure the entire bar can hear. Far as I can tell, the band still hasn’t started playing again.
“Happily.” He leans down and thumbs my chin. Tilts my face up and kisses me. “Better now?”
“Much.” I reach down and cup his bulge in my hand. “But you—”
“I ain’t nearly as quiet as you are. C’mon.” He yanks down my skirt. “I’m takin’ you home, honey.”
He bends down and grabs his hat and my underwear. I reach for the underwear, but he shakes his head.
“These are mine now.” Tucking them into his back pocket, he helps me off the sink and laces his fingers through mine.
“How do I look?” I ask.
His eyes flick over my face. “Like you just came hard on my face.”
“Oh, God, Cash—”
“Let them see.” He gives my hand a tug. “Who the fuck cares? No one’s gonna say a word, I promise.”
I shouldn’t believe him. But I do.
I shouldn’t follow him out the door. But I do that too.
I follow him, and I fight back a smile the whole time.
CHAPTER 22
Cash
GOD BLESS TEXAS
The band starts playing again, but people still stare as I lead Mollie by the hand out of The Rattler.
I couldn’t give two fucks. Maybe they heard us. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe they thought we were just clearing the air with some good old conflict resolution back there in the bathroom.
Whatever the case, I know no one is going to fuck with Mollie Luck ever again.
No one’s going to touch her. No one but me. And that suits me just fine.
Wyatt eyes me as we pass. “Y’all good?”
“Fine,” I grunt. “Get everyone home safe, you hear?”
He holds up two fingers. “Sally said she’d give us a ride.”
“Good.”
“Y’all behave!” Duke calls after us.
The bar erupts in laughter. My own lips twitch.
Behaving is exactly what I plan on not doing tonight.