The words hung between us, loaded with meaning I hadn’t intended but couldn’t deny. Cash’s eyes darkened, and he stood up slowly, like a predator stalking prey. My heart hammered against my ribs as he moved toward me, each step deliberate.
“You want to know me?” he asked, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that made my insides melt. “Or you want to know what I taste like?”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He was standing over me now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest. My eyes traveled up the trail of dark hair to his collarbone, his throat, the stubble on his jaw, finally meeting his gaze.
“I… I don’t know,” I whispered, unable to admit it.
Cash’s expression shifted, surprise briefly flickering across his features before settling back into that intense stare. He ranhis right hand through his chest hair, allowing it to slip down his torso, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, hooking his thumbs in his waistband, he slowly began to inch them down.
I should’ve stopped him, should’ve said something. But I couldn’t. I was frozen, my gaze locked on his as the heat of him seemed to wash over me. He was so close I could smell his natural scent, something like leather and cheap cologne. But it didn’t matter to me, I loved it. I wasdrunkwith it.
And then, without a single syllable uttered between us, his pajama pants slid low enough that his cock slipped free, already half-hard and gathering pre-cum at the tip.
I swallowed hard, unable to look away.
And Cash, a wicked grin on his face, leaned his hips forward, letting the tip of his thick cock brush against my lips. I let out a small gasp, the pre-cum moist on my lower lip. Without thinking, I licked it away, the taste of him sweet and musky on my tongue.
“Huh,” he grunted, pulling away as my lips parted. “That’s what I thought.” Then, to my dismay, he stuffed his cock away and headed back to his room. “Goodnight, Pastor.”
I was left sitting here, slack jawed with the taste of his cock still on my lips. There was only one thought in my mind.
Cash Callhan. And how much Ineededhim.
Chapter 9
Cash
By the time I got up the next morning, the pastor was gone. Of course, I didn’t know that when I walked out of my room, completely naked, and headed for the bathroom. I was secretly hoping he’d catch me. He so clearly enjoyed spying and staring and tasting… maybe I could entice him a little further.
But he was gone, the parsonage completely empty. I took some pleasure in walking about with nothing on, eating my breakfast with my bare ass leaned against the counter. It made my cock twitch to think about Mike making a sandwich on that same counter later. Then again, I’m sure he’d eat my ass if I asked him to. He seemed the type to do just about anything to make someone happy.
I couldn’t help being a fair bit annoyed by that, actually. There was something so…grossabout people that went around, sacrificing their own lives for the happiness of others. I saw no reason to do such things, not after all my opportunity at happiness had been so thoroughly destroyed by my father.
And yet, I also couldn’t help being incredibly turned on by the thought of a pastor, on his knees, worshiping my cock just to please me. It was quite the power trip. Not to mention theforbidden aspect of our upcoming fuck fest. And I say upcoming because I was certain it was going to happen. I had all the confidence in the world. Mike had taken the bait, and the hook was set. Before long he’d come crawling to my bedside, desperate for me to use him.
I would, of course, give him the dicking of his life. Because why not? I had nothing better to do in Sagebrush while I waited for the land to sell and he was an awfully convenient roommate. Besides, the realtors seemed convinced that it would take some time before the farm was sold off, so I could be stuck in town for a month or more. Maybe even the full six. So why not get some ass while I was in town? It sure would make this town less of a fucking bore.
Yeah. That’s what I’d do. But I wasn’t going to chase Mike. He was going to come to me, begging for it. Only then would I give him what he needed. In the meantime, I’d torture him for my own entertainment.
With that thought firmly in my head, I finished my breakfast, got dressed, and headed out to my derelict ranch. I had half a mind to pick through the rubble and see if I could find anything useful or valuable to sell. I was running low on cash already since the sale of my trailer yielded almost nothing. Getting a job didn’t sound particularly interesting, so I figured I’d try selling my father’s old junk online. There had to be something in those ruins that was worth a few bucks.
I arrived at the ranch and immediately regretted coming. The destruction was even worse than I remembered, like someone had taken a giant hand and swept everything into piles of splintered wood and broken memories. Not that I had many good memories here, anyway.
The sun beat down on my neck as I picked through the rubble near what used to be the front porch. Most of it was worthless, just rotted wood, broken glass, and rusted nails. But I did findan old metal lockbox that had somehow survived intact. It was dented on one side but still locked tight. I tucked it under my arm and continued searching.
“Find anything good?”
I whipped around to find Brooks standing there, hat in hand, looking like he’d been watching me for a while. Fucking fantastic.
“What are you doin’ here?” I growled, not bothering to hide my annoyance.
“This land belonged to my family too,” he said, stepping carefully over a broken beam. “At least until you sell it.”
I snorted. “Well, feel free to take whatever you want. It’s all trash, anyway.”
Brooks watched me for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Cash, about what you said the other day?—”
“I’m not interested in rehashing that,” I cut him off, turning my back on him to continue digging through the debris. I found an old pocket watch, its face cracked but the gold-colored casing still intact. Might be worth something.
