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I know continuing something with Cash is a horrible fucking idea, but tonight felt so good. I don’t want a relationship, but I don’t know how I’m going to be able to resist him with him working on my house for the next few weeks and now being friends with Landon.
The only bright side right now is that he also told me he didn’t want a relationship and is struggling as much as I am with fighting our attraction for each other. Maybe if we can keep it to just sex, we’ll both get out of this without hurting each other.
After a long shift, and then the night out, I’m exhausted. Even though my mind is racing, I quickly fall into a deep sleep. Maybe tomorrow will bring me some clarity.
I wake up later than I planned and have to scramble around to get ready before the guys get here. I hop in the shower to rinse off after the long day yesterday, but the water feels so good that I end up taking longer than I planned. The hot pressure of the water is loosening the tightness in my neck and shoulders after a few days working in the hospital.
I also take time to shave all the important parts even though I’m not sure if Cash and I should cross that line. My very neglected lady bits are screaminghell yeahwhereas my rational brain is screaming,hell no. That would be a complete fucking disaster. But knowing I’m going to be around him for most of the day today watching him use those huge hands while working with power tools, it’s better to be prepared since I know my will power will be nil to none. Especially after that kiss he planted on me last night.
Good thing Emerson is coming over today to tile the shower in the master bathroom for me. When Reid and Cash asked if that was a room they wanted work done on, I knew not even they could do a better job than Spence and Emerson with the tile. We already came up with the pattern thanks to Spencer. So, all we need to do is unpack all of the tile and Emerson can do her thing. I’m going to work on refinishing the cabinets, setting the new sink, and maybe lay the flooring if I won’t be in Emerson’s way.
Just as I am about to get out of the shower, my phone rings. I grab it but don’t recognize the number, so I just let it go. Immediately, it starts ringing again. Figuring it could be anyone of the suppliers for the house, I decide it’s best to answer it. I just got my towel wrapped around me when I’m hit by Cash’s sexy voice.
He caught me so off guard that he has to ask me a few times if I’m there and if everything is okay. Finally coming to my senses, I make my mouth start working.
“Oh, um yeah. I’m here. Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be calling me, Cash.” I can hear him quietly chuckling at me and I am instantly irritated. I never bumble around guys, but for some reason, Cash Fowler is my one exception, and it couldn’t be more annoying.
“Hey gorgeous. I was wondering if you could let me in. Reid has an appointment today and forgot to give me your key. I’m standing at the back door.”
“Uh, yeah. Just give me a second. I just got out of the shower and am standing here dripping wet.” My words hit him exactly as I was hoping they would when I hear him growl and hang up the phone. Laughing, I race to my room to throw on some clothes and go let Cash in.
“Fucking hell, Chayse. Are you trying to kill me?”
I’m genuinely confused until I see his jaw flexing and his pupils dilating as he slowly looks from my bare toes, up my legs to my cutoff jeans, higher yet to my white tank top that my wet hair is sufficiently turning into a wet t-shirt contest. In my haste, I didn’t put on a bra because I didn’t want to keep him waiting. I swear I didn’t plan this, but I’m not sorry for the way Cash is staring at me right now.
Before I can say anything, Cash is pushing me in through the door and pinning me against the wall just like last night. I can’t help but moan when he shoves his tongue in my mouth and his hands go straight to my nipples. He’s pinching them through my wet t-shirt, and it feels amazing.
He pulls back and throws me over his shoulder as he heads in towards the kitchen. “What the hell Cash.” He doesn’t even answer as he shoves tools and whatever else off the island and plops me down.
His hands thread through my hair and his mouth is back on me. I feel his fingers lower until they are under my shirt slowly sliding it up. He kisses down my neck as he pulls my shirt over my head. Cash licks his way across my collar bone before he sucks an already hard nipple into his mouth. I moan and rock my hips forward. I hold on to his hair as he kisses across to my other nipple.
My hands move down his muscled chest to his jeans as he continues to nip and suck at my breasts. I get his button open, his zipper halfway down and then shove my hand in to grab his dick. It’s hard and pulsing in my hand. It's smooth as I stroke from his base to his tip where I swirl a drop of precum around. He groans at the pressure, but before we can go any further, I hear a car door slam.
Coming to my senses, I sit up and try looking out the window to see if I can see anyone in the driveway all the while Cash is slowly kissing down my stomach. Just then, I hear footsteps on my front porch and a key in the lock.
“Fuck! Get up Cash. I think my sister is here.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
I push him back as I hop off the counter and frantically look for my shirt. Cash picks it up off the floor where he threw it and hands it to me. He pushes me towards the hallway and motions for me to go upstairs. It only takes a minute before I get what he wants me to do. I race up the stairs as I try and get my wet tank top back on. I turn just in time to see Cash readjusting his dick and buttoning up his pants.
Realizing my shirt is rolled up and I’m not getting it on before Emerson gets in the house and starts asking questions, I race down the hall to my bedroom just as I hear her calling out my name. I hear Cash’s deep voice say something back and hope like hell that he can handle Emerson and can buy me a little time to get my shit together.
I make it to my room and throw on a bra and a more appropriate t-shirt. I should probably put on jeans, but the house gets hot in the afternoon, and I don’t feel like having to change later. Plus, my cutoffs are going to drive Cash crazy all day. Maybe even enough to finish what we started in the kitchen. I’m half tempted to take care of myself when I hear a text come through on my phone.
Cash: Don’t even fucking think about touching yourself up there. Your next orgasm is mine.
Chayse: Oh yeah? What are you going to do to me if I do. My favorite vibrator is right here and more than capable of getting the job done.
Cash: Unless you want your sister to hear me spank you and then fuck you until you can’t walk straight, I suggest you leave that next orgasm for me.
Holy fuck! Can that man get any hotter? I figured sex with him would be fun, but this whole alpha take charge deal is really doing it for me. I’m not a small girl and for Cash to be able to pick me up and do with me what he wants, it’s such a turn on. I hope to hell he wasn’t just messing with me about the spanking. I love getting a little rough in the bedroom.
Unfortunately, I hear Emerson call my name and her running up the steps. It’s probably for the best so I don’t do anything stupid like strip my shirt off and send Cash a picture just to make sure he’s just as turned on as I am. Instead, I decide to go with something short and sweet that I’m hoping will work just as well.
Chayse: Yes sir.
Cash: Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.
