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ChapterSix
Sera
When I wandered into the living area the next morning in an oversized T-shirt and panties I felt guilty when I saw Cash cramped on the couch. It was a sectional and I had thought it would be more than adequate, but I continued to underestimate his size.
I hadn’t meant to be so adamant about the sleeping arrangements. When I stood up to go to bed, I had just had a panic attack at the thought of sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t my husband. It wasn’t even about missing John. It was more that the act of sleeping beside someone, waking up and staring into his eyes, felt intimate, romantic.
The concern was that I was going to get all confused and catch feelings for him. It wouldn’t be hard. Cash was an easy man to be with— kind, considerate, funny. Giver of multiple orgasms. He’d already gotten me to reveal parts of myself physically and emotionally that I hadn’t imagined sharing.
When we’d impulsively agreed to this trip it wasn’t like I thought through all the details.
But then I had seen that bed when it was dark outside and the ocean waves were lapping and I envisioned falling asleep in Cash’s muscular arms.
I had known I was in over my head at that moment.
I wasn’t twenty. There was no romantic ending to the shit show that was my life. Cash was young, he presumably wanted children, a relationship with a woman who didn’t come as a package deal. I wasn’t even sure I had the ability to give to another relationship in my life. Emotionally I felt stretched thin. Cash had said he didn’t want to date me. I couldn’t let myself get swept up into the idea that somehow that would change because we’d had sex.
It was not the time to take the eye off the prize—which was raising healthy, happy, and well-adjusted children and finding some kind of financial security for the four of us. This was a one-time deal with Cash. Fun in the sun.
Because all of that had started to churn around inside me, I had kicked him out of his own bed. I felt terrible about it, but self-preservation was essential. I would just have to use daylight to make it up to him.
I tiptoed to the coffee station and tried to make myself a cup of tea as quietly as possible. The machine sprang to life, spitting and hissing with enough enthusiasm to wake the dead. I bit my lip and turned. Cash was awake, rubbing his face.
“Do you want some coffee or tea?” I asked him.
He didn’t say anything.
I wondered if he was thinking that what he wanted was to sleep in the bed he had paid for.
“I’m sorry again about last night. I just…”
Cash sat up, throwing a blanket off of him. He was in his underwear. “Sera, it’s fine. Don’t apologize. You don’t need to explain yourself.”
How was any woman supposed to not feel like shit when faced with a man that damn reasonable? It was very irritating.
I’d slept amazingly well, though. The best night of sleep in years. So while I felt bad for him, I had no regrets.
“Are you sure you don’t want some coffee?” I asked him. He looked sleepy and grumpy.
He just stood up and took his underwear down to the floor. He had a very impressive erection.
“Uh…” I had no idea what to say. My tongue was on the roof of my mouth.
Cash just came toward me, pausing to dig a condom out of his bag on the floor. Then when he reached me, he kissed my temple and eased my panties down. Then before I could ask how this was going to happen, he had me up on the table next to the coffeemaker, a leg on his hip.
I gripped his shoulders in shock, the surface cold on my bare skin.
Then he was inside me and I gave a low moan.
“Good morning,” he murmured into my ear, nuzzling me as he thrust deep into my pussy.
“Good morning,” I breathed.
I arched my hips to meet him, letting my hair fall back. He was making my toes curl.
Until the door to the suite opened, that is.
On instinct, I whipped my head to the left and made eye contact with the housekeeper, a woman in her early twenties.
I froze.
The housekeeper froze.
Her eyes widened when they shifted from me to Cash. I knew what she was seeing. A whole lot of Cash. “I…” I tried to speak but my throat was tight. It came out more like a strangled gasp.
She was already backing up, but then she dropped her key fob and had to bend over to retrieve it.
“Sorry, miss,” Cash said, tipping his head toward her like he was wearing a hat. “We forgot to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door.”
I couldn’t believe that he could sound so casual when he was buried inside me and standing stark naked in front of a total stranger. I was mortified and I had a T-shirt covering up my important parts. None of him was covered at all. Yet he seemed completely unfazed.
