Mike’s laugh was warm and rich, mixing with the distant sounds of someone attempting “Sweet Caroline” on stage. “You’re full of surprises, Cash.”
“I’ve got one more surprise just for you,” I grinned, holding out my hand. “If you want to have some fun.”
Realization dawned on Mike’s face. He knewexactlywhat I meant. “But we just got here,” he protested weakly. “We can’t leave yet.”
“I’m not sayin’ we need to leave.” My smile widened. “But there’s this nice little alley over here where nobody will see us.”
“I don’t know, Cash…”
“Come on, live a little!” I grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the tents. “Besides, we’ll be back in time for the raffle.”
Mike took a big swig of his beer, smiled, and followed me willingly into the dark.
Chapter 25
Mike
Icouldn’t believe I let Cash talk me into this. But then again, he didn’t really have to try hard. I was head over heels for that man whether either of us were ready to admit it or not. And that meant, no matter how risky his invitation, I was more than willing to take the bait.
And that’s how I found myself in a small dusty alley with my back pressed against a building and Cash’s lips pressed to mine.
His hands were already working at my belt, fingers moving with practiced efficiency while he kissed me like he was trying to devour me whole. The distant sounds of the karaoke fundraiser drifted over from the main area. Someone was belting another country song, poorly, at the top of their lungs. That would at least give us a little cover.
“You sure about this?” I whispered against his lips, even as my own hands found the hem of his shirt.
“Been thinkin’ about it since we got here,” he growled, his voice rough with want. “You walking around in those tight jeans, bending over every chance you got. You’re driving me crazy, baby.”
His words sent heat pooling low in my belly. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, pressing against my hip as hecrowded me against the brick wall. The rough texture scraped against my back through my shirt, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way Cash was looking at me like I was something precious and dirty all at once.
“Someone could see us,” I protested weakly, but I was already helping him push my shirt up.
“Let ‘em,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of me without warning. “Maybe it’s time this town knew exactly who their pastor belongs to.”
My breath caught in my throat as he worked my belt open, his fingers sure and steady despite the dim lighting. The possessiveness in his voice should have worried me, but instead it just made me harder. I wanted to belong to him, wanted everyone to know it.
“Cash,” I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair as he freed my cock from my pants. The cool night air hit my heated skin, making me shiver.
He looked up at me from his position on his knees, his dark eyes gleaming in the shadows. “You want this?”
“Always,” I said without hesitation, and meant it completely.
That earned me one of his rare, genuine smiles before he took me into his mouth without any further preamble. I had to bite back a groan, my head falling back against the brick wall as his warm, wet heat enveloped me. He was good at this.Toogood honestly. And I wondered fleetingly how many men he’d been with before me before all coherent thought fled.
His tongue worked along the underside of my shaft while he bobbed his head, taking me deeper with each pass. I could feel myself hitting the back of his throat, and the way he swallowed around me made my knees go weak.
“Fuck,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice down even as pleasure shot through me like electricity. “Cash, that feels incredible.”
He hummed around my cock, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. One of his hands gripped my hip to steady me while the other worked the base of my shaft in rhythm with his mouth. He was methodical about it, like he was determined to take me apart piece by piece.
The sounds from the fundraiser seemed to fade into background noise. All I could focus on was the wet heat of Cash’s mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth along my length, the way his beard scratched against my skin. It was dirty and wrong and absolutely perfect.
I looked down at him, taking in the sight of this strong, stubborn man on his knees for me in a dusty alley behind Dolly’s Diner. His eyes were closed in concentration, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked me with single-minded determination. The image was going to be burned into my memory forever.
“I’m getting close,” I warned him, my voice barely a whisper.
He pulled away with an obscene pop. “Not yet,” he grinned. He stood up, grabbed me by the hips, and turned me around, pressing my face against the brick. “Not until I pump you full of my cum.”
My heart hammered against my ribs at his words, desire and anticipation flooding through me. I pressed my palms against the rough brick, the texture grounding me as I heard him fumbling with something behind me.
