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Cash didn’t agree. Hope would’ve approached her fellow business owners once she found out, but it could’ve been too late. Most security systems recorded over stored data after a set period. Regardless, Cash appreciated Tyler’s support. “Thank you.”
“You’ve never let me down,” Rueben said. “Not one time. I can’t imagine where I’d be without the opportunities you’ve given me.”
A chorus of agreement echoed around the table, even Finley, who’d never been in jail a day in his life. But the ranch was where he’d met the man he loved, so Cash could understand why he felt that way.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” Dylan told him firmly. “You give us so much, and it’s fine if you keep something to yourself.”
Cash suspected Dylan meant more than the tracking devices because Owen’s cheeks turned pink. Cash winked at him to let the guy know it was okay if he engaged in a little harmless gossiping. “Thank you all.” His voice sounded extra gritty with the added emotion weighing down the words. Cash cleared his throat. “You all mean more to me than you’ll ever know.”
Harry wiped tears from her eyes. “It’s getting way too heavy in here, and absolutely no one is eating my food.”
“You heard the boss,” Cash said. “Get those forks moving.”
Laughter echoed around the table before everyone dug back into their meal. Nick ate two helpings while fielding some questions from the crew about his years with the FBI. It was a subject they’d need to broach, just like their suspicion about who was behind the planted evidence in Tyler’s truck. But Cash decided not to dwell on either topic. He led Nick back to his suite after they took their dirty dishes to the kitchen. Talking was the last thing on his mind after a tumultuous few days, so he was relieved when Nick picked up the remote control. Normally, they’d debate what they would watch, but Nick went straight to Heartstopper season two.
“How’d you know?” Cash asked.
“I saw the show listed under the Watch it Again category and tried it myself.”
Cash looked over at him. “And?”
“I wish I’d had characters like these when I was younger,” Nick replied. “It’s a great cast and a timeless story. I’m excited to see season two.”
“Push Play, then.”
They only watched three episodes before Nick asked if they could hang out in the hot tub for a little bit.
“As long as you keep that shoulder out of the hot water,” Cash said. “You need ice to help with inflammation.”
“I promise to ice it after a good soak.”
Cash would see to it. He poured himself a glass of wine, and Nick grabbed a beer. It didn’t get better than bubbling hot water beneath a blanket of stars and the promise of sleeping beside Nick again.
And then Nick kissed him.
Waking up naked in Cash’s arms was both heaven and hell—the former because Cash’s morning wood wound up nestled between Nick’s butt cheeks; the latter because Cash’s misplaced sense of chivalry prevented him from acting on his arousal.
“Please,” Nick begged.
“No,” Cash returned.
Please. No. Please. No. Please. No. And so it went until Friday morning, when Nick tried another tactic.
“You’re so fucking hard for me.” Nick’s thick voice sounded more like a taunt than an observation in the predawn hours. The awareness turned his insides to molten lava, which spread outward from his belly until he burned from his scalp to his toes. Nick rocked his hips back and reveled in Cash’s needy moans. “It would be a shame to waste something so perfect.”
Cash’s hand tightened on Nick’s hip. He thought it was to stop Nick from rubbing against him, but then Cash thrust upward, notching his cock higher along Nick’s crease. The groan that rumbled from Cash was all the encouragement Nick needed. He’d make his man blow his load by hook or by crook.
“Baby,” Nick crooned, tightening his glutes to massage Cash’s shaft. “I need to please you and feel the power coursing through your body as you get off. Want to feel your cum on my skin. Need to smell you, Saint, so I know I’m yours.”
Cash slid his arm low around Nick’s waist and pressed his warm palm to Nick’s abdomen. Between the warmth flooding his insides and the heat pressing against his flesh, Nick thought he could burn to ash right there in Cash’s bed. If they were to be his last moments, there was no other way he wanted to go out.
“I won’t hurt you,” Cash whispered before kissing the shell of Nick’s ear. He rolled his hips again, and Nick felt the glide of precum along his crease.
“Denying me your pleasure hurts me,” Nick replied. “I’ll just put undue pressure on myself to recover, and the added stress will cause a setback.” The statement wasn’t part of the hook or crook pledge. It was an earnest plea from Nick’s heart. “I don’t need penetration, baby. Grab the lube and rub one out between my thighs.”
Cash didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, for a few seconds before he released Nick and rolled toward his side of the bed. It was still pitch-black in the room when Cash yanked the bedside drawer hard enough to pull the entire thing from the table. Cash cursed a blue streak as the contents crashed to the floor. It was both one of the best and worst moments in Nick’s life. The best because he’d rendered this elegant man to a savage beast. The worst because said beast wouldn’t be wearing out his ass the way Nick truly craved. Cash turned on the bedside lamp and soft light encircled the bed.
Nick blinked to adapt, then rolled onto his back to see what was going on. Cash was on his knees with his ass in the air as he leaned over to pick items up off the floor. Nick reached between his toned thighs, cupped Cash’s taut balls, and rolled them in his hand. “Lube, baby. Leave the rest for later.” Cash righted himself, braced his palms on the nightstand, and rocked back into Nick’s touch. “Do you want to straddle my face? I can eat you out and jerk you off.”
