Page 168 of Devil’s Disciples

His eyes fell to my butt. “Your ass drives me nuts.”

I realized I was standing in front of the mirror in nothing more than my panties. It was something I’d never done with Marvin. I learned in the last few weeks, however, that I enjoyed being naked in Cash’s presence. His verbal admiration of me was enough to keep me naked more than I was clothed.

“You look incredible,” he said.

I turned around. “Thank you.”

“That ass is…” He bit into the heel of his palm and growled.

I’d always thought my butt was too big, but he seemed to see it differently. His praise of it was convincing me that maybe I’d been wrong for all those years.

“Did you put a new blade in your razor? he asked.

“Actually, I bought you your own while you were out last night,” I said. “It’s in the shower. Yours is silver, mine is blue.

“Seems kinda backward.” He stepped inside and pulled the door closed. “Thanks.”

I put on my makeup while he took a shower., singing a song the entire time.

“What song is that?” I asked.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” he responded. “I just make shit up and sing it in the shower. Have since I was a kid.”

The more I learned about Cash, the easier it was to like him. He was big, and he was tough, but he was nothing more than a child at heart.

“You know what’d be cool?” he asked.

I wiped the fog off the mirror with a hand towel. “What’s that?”

“To have a shower big enough that we could both fit in it.”

I grinned at the thought. “That’d be nice.”

“Maybe one of these days.”

Hearing him say such things gave me hope that I was more to him than a piece of ass or a two-week long fling. Our future wasn’t something we’d discussed. Considering the amount of time we’d been together, I didn’t expect it. At least not yet.

But it was sure nice to think about.

He finished showering. He opened the door and reached for his towel, only to find out he’d placed it too far away to reach.

“Can a man get a little help?” he asked with a laugh. “I don’t want to get the floor wet.”

The little things he didn’t do – like traipse water all over the bathroom floor – made seeing a future with him much easier than if he did them. It seemed all my pet peeves were things that he, too, saw as annoying.

I turned around, pulled his towel from the rack, and reached toward his outstretched hand. With the quickness of a cat, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the shower stall with him.

He pinned me to the wet wall, pressed his lips to mine, and kissed me deeply. While we kissed, his firm chest pressed against my bare boobs. His hands slid the length of my body, pausing at my butt. He gripped it tightly and pulled me into him. Feeling his cock swell against my stomach drove me wild with passion.

I wagged my knees back and forth. My pussy ached for him.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

“Cash, my God,” I whispered. “You’re…”

“I’m what,” he whispered in return.

“You’re driving me insane. I haven’t stopped by the boutique yet this week. It’s Wednesday.”