The rest was cut off, but I knew it wasn’t good news. This company had been Cash’s big hope for getting out of this place.
A string of curses erupted from Cash’s bedroom, followed by a loud thud that sounded like a boot hitting the wall. He must have checked the message on his laptop. I winced, debating whether to pretend I hadn’t noticed or to go check on him.
Before I could decide, Cash stormed into the living room wearing nothing but low-slung jeans. His chest was flushed red with anger, muscles tight and jaw clenched.
“Fucking soil samples!” he growled, snatching his phone and scrolling through what I assumed was the full message. “Goddamn waste of my fucking time!”
“What happened?” I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.
“The deal’s off. Apparently, this shithole land isn’t good enough to build on for a bunch of bullshit apartments. Something about it being structurally unsound.” He threw the phone onto the couch and ran his hands through his hair. “I’vegot no other interested buyers either. I’m stuck here.Fucking stuck.”
I watched his chest rise and fall with each angry breath, the defined muscles of his abdomen tensing. Even furious, he was beautiful, all hard lines and raw energy.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
Cash looked at me then, really looked at me, like he was seeing me for the first time since this afternoon. Something shifted in his expression.
“You don’t need to be sorry,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “You’re about the only good thing in this godforsaken place.”
My breath caught. “Cash?—”
“I don’t want to talk anymore, Pastor.” He stepped closer, the heat from his body reaching me before he did. “I need something else right now.”
My pulse quickened, the room suddenly ten degrees warmer thanks to that sudden hunger in his eyes. “What do you need?”
His hand found the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair. “Help me forget about this shit for a while.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I can do that.”
His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and demanding. I opened for him immediately, letting him take whatever he needed. His other hand gripped my hip, pulling me hard against him. I could feel him hardening through his jeans.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I gasped when we broke for air.
“I don’t fucking care,” he grunted, already working at my belt. “You want it. Don’t deny it.”
I did. God help me, I did. His fingers slipped beneath my waistband, and I groaned as his hand wrapped around my cock.
“Bedroom,” I managed to say. “Mine.”
Cash’s eyes darkened. “No. Right here.” He pushed me back against the wall, his body pinning mine. “I need you now. I’m not waiting.”
And just like that, all my reservations about him, about us, about what this meant for my position in the community… they all disappeared under the weight of his touch. In this moment, nothing mattered except the feel of his skin against mine and the promise of release from whatever demons were haunting us both.
His hands were everywhere at once, rough and demanding as they tore at my clothes. I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt while he yanked my pants down around my ankles. The cool air hit my exposed skin, but I barely noticed through the heat radiating between us.
“Turn around,” Cash growled, his voice husky and demanding.
I obeyed, bracing my palms against the wall. His body pressed against my back, his erection straining against denim as he ground against me. His breath was hot on my neck as he bit down gently on my shoulder, sending shivers through my entire body.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, his hands sliding down my sides to grip my ass. “Been thinking about this since last night.”
I gasped as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hands spread me open, and then his tongue was there, hot and insistent against my entrance. My knees nearly buckled at the sensation.
“Oh God,” I moaned, forehead pressed against the wall as he worked me with his mouth. His tongue circled and pushed, each movement more confident than the last. “Cash… oh fuck…”
He pulled back just long enough to rasp, “Thought pastors weren’t supposed to talk like that,” before diving back in, his stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin.
I couldn’t form a coherent response. My cock hung heavy between my legs, leaking and untouched as Cash devoured me from behind. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he slipped a finger inside alongside his tongue, crooking it to find that spot that made me cry out.
