Page 91 of One Reckless Moment

I leaned over so my mouth was hovering above Cash’s ear. “Wanna get out of here, cowboy?”

Cash shot to his feet and grabbed my hand without hesitating. He glanced over his shoulder and shouted to Buck and Tweety. “See you guys later!”

I threw my head back as he dragged me through the crowded bar and out into the parking lot. Cash spun me and pushed me against the brick wall. His hands landed on my hips before his mouth crashed onto mine.

His kiss was frantic and passionate as I clung to him like this was the last time I’d ever feel his body against me. Cash and I didn’t disconnect as he walked me over to his truck. He lifted me into the passenger seat and stepped between my legs. Both of his palms gripped my ass and he pulled me into him so I could feel his hard length against my center.

“I want you right now,” I said against his mouth.

Cash growled and pushed off me, slamming the door and running around the truck to get behind the wheel. He started the ignition, but before he could put the car into drive, I reached across and unzipped his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he gritted out.

“I said I want you now.” I smirked at him as I pushed his jeans down.

Cash rubbed his jaw and leaned back against the seat. I pulled his briefs down and took his cock into my hand, working it up and down before leaning over and wrapping my lips around the head.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, running his fingers through my hair until he gripped it at my roots.

I moaned as I took him to the back of my throat and slowly came up for air, working his length with my hands as I went. Tears pricked at my eyes as I moved faster, taking him farther and farther each time I hit his base.

“You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, P.”

Cash’s praise only fueled me further. I reached down and gripped his balls, eliciting a curse before he started trying to pull at my hair.

“I’m gonna come, fuck.”

That was the only warning I got before I felt the warm liquid hit the back of my throat. Knowing I did this to him made me rub my thighs together to settle the pressure that was building there.

I wanted this man so fucking badly.

I released his dick with a pop as I swallowed and wiped my mouth. Cash gripped my chin and forced me to meet his eyes.

“You’re so fucking amazing.” He kissed me softly and then leaned back and tucked himself into his jeans.

When we got home, Cash pulled me into the bedroom where he worshiped every inch of my body. This felt different. It felt like the end of a chapter of my life—a goodbye to the girl who had waited for this man for so many years.

I fell asleep wrapped around Cash Leonard and let myself sink into my emotions for the last time before I had to turn it all off. If I was going to peel myself off him and walk away, I was going to have to ignore the ache in my heart. I would revert back to the girl who shoved her feelings so far beneath the surface no one believed they existed.

Cash was asleep as I quietly emptied my drawers. I knew this was the coward’s way out, but if he told me to stay—I would. I changed quickly and paused when I glanced down at the ring stack on my left hand. Cash had bought me another wedding band to sit opposite of the one we bought in Vegas. While the original band was all diamonds, this one was a simple gold band to match the one on his ring finger. I slid the stack off my finger and left them on the dresser.

It took me a few seconds to actually walk away, but I needed to do this. I closed my eyes and turned to wheel my suitcase to the front of the house.

It was five in the morning and I ordered a car to drive me the thirty minutes to the local airport. Last night, I snuck into the bathroom and bought a plane ticket to the one place I knew I needed to go.

As I stepped out onto the front porch, I halted in my tracks. Tweety was sitting in the rocking chair with a steaming mug of coffee. All of these guys were early risers from years of working before the sun came up—annoying.

Tweety’s eyes met mine and then trailed to my suitcase. “What are you doing, P?” His voice was laced with concern.

“I have to go,” I whispered.

“Please don’t do this to him,” he pleaded. He didn’t ask where I was going or if I was coming back; he just knew.

“If we’re meant to be, then we will be one day. He deserves to be happy and live in this success. I’m not going to hold him back.”

The black sedan pulled up in front of the house as I wrapped my arms around Tweety. He squeezed me back before whispering in my ear, “I think this is a mistake, but we’ll be here when you realize it, too.”

“I’ll miss you, Tweety.” I breathed in his familiar woodsy scent before turning and heading down the steps.