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That look wasn’t even subtle. He looked like he wanted to bend me over the sink and take me from behind. Not happening.
“Nothing is going on here,” I said, heading to the sink to brush my teeth. “I’m tired and I want to just sleep in one of your T-shirts and your sweatpants so they’re swimming on me.”
The air conditioning was running full blast in the suite and the thought of cuddling up his enormous clothes sounded perfect to me.
“I’m sorry about earlier at dinner. I don’t know what the hell my dad thought he was doing.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’re not responsible for the stuff that comes out of our parents’ mouths.”
Cash came up behind me and massaged my bare shoulders. He looked at me in the mirror. His expression was earnest. “Should we talk about the marriage thing?”
“No, we should not talk about the marriage thing.” Or why he had chosen to refer to it that way. “Not this weekend. We have enough going on. We can talk when we get back to Nashville.”
Or not.
I would happily delay that conversation for a while.
His hands came around and cupped my breasts. He kissed my neck. “Let me inside you,” he murmured into my ear.
I shivered. “Maybe tomorrow night. I got up at five this morning. I need some sleep.”
“Okay. Of course, sweetheart. You’ve been a trooper today.” He kissed the back of my head and started to turn around.
“Wait.” I turned and reached out for his arm. I dug my fingers into the fabric of his shirt to hold him still.
I had known he would say that. I knew Cash. I knew the way he thought, the way he spoke, the way he felt. I knew the way his body moved and how strong his hands were. I had thought I had known John after thirteen years, but he had proved you never really knew someone the way you thought you did.
But I knew Cash.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
He didn’t hesitate. He took my mouth with his, hard.
I tipped my head back and let him trail kisses down my neck and to the swell of my breast.
Slipping my arms around his neck, I said, “Take me to bed.”
I wasn’t sure what had come over me but I needed him now. I kissed him again, grappling to get closer, to touch every inch of him.
Cash lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself against his hard cock. He was in his suit pants and dress shirt still, though his cuffs were undone. He carried me to the bed and sat down with me on his lap, while we kissed urgently.
“Is the door locked?” I whispered, which was about sixty seconds too late to actually be playing it safe. I was topless sitting on his lap.
“Yes.” Cash ripped his shirt off without undoing the buttons.
I slipped off my panties and ripped open Cash’s belt. I took down his zipper and shifted my hand inside his pants. My frantic strokes brought a groan to his lips.
“Sweetheart, let me get my pants off.” Cash moved me aside and stood up to shuck his pants.
I brushed my hair back and watched, running a light touch over my nipples. His eyes widened.
“Fuck, Sera.” He put a knee on the bed and made a move to push me back but I put my hand on his chest.
“I want to ride you.”
“Take what you want.”
I did just that. I shoved him back onto the bed and climbed on top of all that muscle and hardness. I teased myself over the tip of his cock, driving us both crazy. I squeezed his shaft and brushed over his balls. A frantic need for him had taken over and I could only manage a few strokes across my clit, before I couldn’t wait any longer. I seated myself fully on his cock and bit my lip at the amazing sensation. I wanted to moan loudly but I couldn’t risk the kids hearing.
Cash held onto my hips but he let me be in control, which wasn’t something he did very often in the bedroom. I moved up and down on him, hands pressed against that broad expanse of his chest. It was hard to feel small when you’re six-feet-tall, but I did with Cash. I felt pretty and sexy and protected and well-cared for.
Right then I felt powerful and free and fully alive.
I moved faster, taking myself to completion with a soft cry I stifled. I slowed down, eyes locked with Cash. He took over, and moved inside of me, a hard driving pace that had him following me in just a few strokes.
“That was hot as fuck, Sera. You looked so fierce,” he said, his grip on my hips easing up.
I sighed in pure satisfaction and fell over onto the mattress. “Poor Becca has no idea what she missed out on.”
Cash chuckled softly. “Becca couldn’t have handled me the way you can. Let me get you some clothes so you can go to sleep. I’ll check on the kids and maybe hang out in the living room for a bit. I’m not tired.”
“I have no objection to anything you just said.”
Cash dug through his suitcase and gave me sweatpants and a T-shirt. I pulled them on, loving how loose they were. I yawned and cuddled up under the blankets.
“You look good in my T-shirt,” he said, as he changed into basketball shorts. “You look good in my life.”
My heart softened. For a second, I debated telling him just how much I cared about him. That I loved him. For another second, I waited, hoping he would speak first.
But he didn’t. He just opened the door to the main room and left.
I realized that he actually had spoken first. He’d been waiting for me to give him some sort of affirmation in return and I hadn’t said a word. I groaned in the dark, unsure of what the hell I was supposed to do about any of this.
Instead of solving anything, I fell asleep in about three seconds flat, thanks to our baby.
Cash
“You’re cheating,”I told Conway, giving him a casual shove with my elbow.
“How the hell do you cheat at cornhole? I am not. You just suck.”
We were playing in the front yard at my parents’. Johnny was my partner and Hank was Conway’s and we were losing pretty soundly. I wasn’t a great player and Johnny was literally the worst player I’d ever encountered. Sometimes his throws sailed right over my head, sometimes they only made it halfway to the board. Sometimes his throws went sideways. It was unreal.
“The only sport you can beat me at,” I said to my brother.
“Probably. Except maybe for leg wrestling.”
“I’m not fucking leg wrestling you right now.”
“Chickenshit.” He threw his bag.
I threw mine and knocked his into the hole. “Shit.”
“So how are you doing?” Conway asked. “Seriously. I know you wanted to date Sera but how do you really feel about having a baby so soon and everything?”
“I’m ecstatic,” I told him, honestly. “Having a family, putting down roots is what I’ve always wanted.” At one point, I had assumed after retirement I’d return to the bayou, but now with the family, I had a feeling I’d be in Nashville for the rest of my life unless I got transferred to another team before my career wound down.
“I got to hand it to you, brother. You make me and Hank and Toby look like slackers.”
“You and Toby are fine. It’s just Hank who needs to pull it together.” He was the sibling who was aimless, bouncing from one mess to the next. Usually involving a woman. “I’m just glad I’m not the oldest son. George is stuck manning the pot with Dad.”
