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)
My chest twists at her tenderness. I feel safe here, even though the things Mollie makes me feel aren’t safe at all. Life’s crushed me so many times, I’ve lost count. Yet here I am, opening myself up to total destruction like I don’t have everything to lose.
My back aches from holding myself up. I lean a little more of my weight into Mollie. I need her warmth. The scent of her skin and the clean taste of her mouth.
We’re silent for several beats, both of us breathing hard.
“Cash?” she finally asks.
“Yeah?”
“Can you untie my wrists? My arms are asleep.”
My chest twists again. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I liked it.”
I do as she asks, unwinding my belt from her wrists. I curse when I see red welts in her skin. I carefully massage her there. “This hurt?”
“A little. But you’re making it feel better.”
“You shoulda said something.”
“I didn’t want to say anything because I liked it.” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. “That was perfect.”
You’re perfect. I’m falling for you, and I wanna know what I can do to make you stay.
I’m way too close to confessing things I shouldn’t. Not here. Not now, while I’m still inside her.
So I pull out a little. A rush of cum follows, coating both of us in warm stickiness. Can’t remember the last time I didn’t use a condom. I forgot how messy raw sex is.
How hot.
“I’ll clean this up. Hang tight.”
When I push up to my knees and straighten, I see Mollie’s thighs glistening with my release. It leaks out of her pussy in a pearlescent stream.
She’s covered in me, her pretty tits rising and falling as she looks at me looking at her.
Something feral takes hold inside me. A desire to possess this woman. Claim her in some fucked-up, caveman way.
So instead of doing what I should—head to the bathroom for a warm washcloth—I reach down and gather my cum on my first two fingers. Then I look Mollie in the eye and use those fingers to push my cum back inside her.
Her eyes go heavy-lidded as I finger her, stretching her past the point of comfort. Her breath catches, eyebrows curving upward.
“Tell me to stop,” I grunt.
But she just shakes her head and rolls her hips into my touch. Her hand finds my wrist, and I let her guide me in and out, in and out.
She bites her lip, her pussy fluttering around my fingers.
“You gonna come again?”
“I don’t—I never come twice in a row. But this is…getting me close.”
What the fuck are we doing? What sick game are we playing at?
I love it.
I want it to be like this every night.
I want her in my bed every night, my cum in her mouth, between her legs, on her skin.
After a minute, she shivers.
I run a hand up her side. “Aw, baby, you cold?”
“A little.”
“Any interest in a shower?”
Her eyes light up. “Only if you’re in it with me.”
Later, after we’ve cleaned up and we’re back in bed, it starts to rain.
It’s quiet at first. A drizzle. Then it comes down harder on the tin roof, the sound like a steady, rolling thunder that’s somehow soothing.
“It’s like a lullaby,” Mollie says sleepily. She’s naked, the little spoon to my big one.
We’re on our sides. My arm is locked around her waist. Her ass is pressed into my lap. I nose the back of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. I could go for another round—easily—but I know Mollie needs her rest.
“Go to sleep, honey.” I kiss her nape.
She grabs the forearm I’ve got on her waist and gives it a squeeze. “Night, Cash.”
“Night, cowgirl.”
I hear the smile in her voice when she says, “I like that nickname better.”
“Let’s sleep in a little, yeah?” I find myself asking. “I know I said I’d take you home early, but if I’m being honest, I’d really like you to stay.”
Mollie goes still. “Cash Rivers wants to sleep in?”
“Just a little,” I say with a chuckle. “I won’t set an alarm. Fair warning: I’ll probably be up early anyway.”
CHAPTER 24
Mollie
BREAKFAST IN BED
I wake up sore and smelling like Cash.
The scent of his body wash rises off my skin. Burying my face in the pillow, I smell his detergent too.
For such a filthy-minded guy who has a very dirty job, Cash keeps a very clean house. Because he’s not delicious enough with his hats and his thoughtfulness and his big, athletic, obscenely gorgeous body, he also lives like a real human. One who has real interests and whose house feels like a real home. I’ve been to Palmer’s place a few times, and while it’s in a nice building in a nice part of uptown Dallas, it’s sterile—from the expensive but bland furniture no one ever uses to the empty shelves in the living room.