While It Lasts

by Abbi Glines

  “Hell yeah, she knows.” He replied. The confused look in his pretty pale blue eyes changed to understanding. “Oh wait, you think Low and I have a thing?” He let out a loud amused laugh, “Not even close. Low is engaged and it ain’t to me.”

  What was an engaged woman doing changing his sheets and bringing him towels? “She’s awfully helpful when you need her. Does her fiancé know this?”

  Cage smirked, “Yeah, he knows. When he got Low he got her best friend too. Low and I grew up together. We both had shitty families in an even shittier part of town. We watched out for each other. We were each other’s family. She’s the only family I got.”

  My heart ached a little at the picture he’d just painted with so few words. Two kids who only had each other. No parents or siblings to love them. I remembered Low’s sweet smile and confused expression when I’d been so rude about the sheets. She probably thought I was a complete bitch.

  “Oh,” I replied. “I didn’t realize that. I thought she was one of your many beck-and-call girls.”

  Cage roared with laughter, “Please don’t ever let Low hear you say that. She’d go all redhead spitting mad.” He took a step toward me and his cocky smirk returned. “You think I got beck-and-all girls?” he asked

  I raised one eyebrow and returned his stupid smirk, “I know you have beck-and-call girls. Guys like you have them lined up and waiting.”

  Cage took another step toward me, “You think you have me all figured out, don’t ya?”

  I nodded and clenched my fist to keep from reaching out and touching his nipple barbell now that it was so close to me. So very tempting.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know.”

  “Like what?’ I asked, needing to get my mind off his nipple and abs so very close to my hands.

  “Like the fact I think you’ve got the prettiest damn eyes I’ve ever seen. I think about them way too often. Or that I told Low about you. I never tell Low about girls. They’ve never been important enough. And that Sunday night was the best fucking night of my life even if your drunk ass probably can’t remember it.”

  “Oh,” was the only response I had. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I wondered if he could hear it.

  “Speaking of engaged females,” Cage picked up my left hand where my ring finger was now bare. I’d taken it off when I was drunk and tucked it away in my purse. Wearing Josh’s ring while I drank tequila shots and danced in a bar just felt wrong. I hadn’t put it back on.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me too,” I murmured.

  Most guys would press for more. But not Cage. He just accepted what I wanted to tell him and didn’t ask for what I wasn’t ready to give.

  Cage’s chest was so close to me now it brushed up against my breast. I gave in. I couldn’t help it. He’d just said I had the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen and that sleeping with me was the best night of his life. Reaching up I brushed my thumb over the small silver bar. Cage’s pec muscle jumped. I took that as encouragement. I ran my fingertip around it slowly. His chest began rising faster with each quick intake of breath. Knowing that I was affecting Cage gave me an odd sense of power. His touch was the one that always sent me into a tizzy. It was nice to reverse the roles.

  “You really like that nipple piercing, don’t you?” he said in something close to a growl.

  “Mmmhmmm, I’ve never seen one before. I like it a lot.”

  “I’m not complaining. If it fascinates you that much, I’ll go get the other one done too.” His breathing was jagged.

  The naughty girl inside me, that I honestly didn’t know existed, bent my head down and looked up at him through my lashes as I flicked it with my tongue.

  “Ah, shit,” he whispered but it almost sounded like a moan.

  Encouraged by his response I flattened my tongue and ran it up and over his hard nipple.

  Cage

  Nothing. Absolutely nothing I’d ever experienced was as hot as Eva licking my nipple like it was a damn lollipop. She had my dick so hard there was no way I was going to be able to get rid of this thing without some relief. Cold water wasn’t going to be enough this time. I was going to need some serious private time real fucking soon.

  “Can I watch you get the other one?” she asked, staring up at me with those eyes of hers through heavily lidded lashes. Damn. What had she just said? I couldn’t keep my train of thought straight.

  “Huh?” I managed to ask.

  She began placing small kisses around my pec. “Can I go with you when you get the other one done?” she asked with her lips against my chest.

  “Baby, I’ll let you sit in my damn lap if you want to,” I replied.

  She giggled and her sexy little tongue went right back to flicking the barbell. I deserved a damn award for not having her perky titties out of that bikini top and giving her nipples the same attention she was giving mine.

  “I’d like that,” she whispered.

  “I’m real glad you like it, but I don’t think I can take much more.”

  She stopped and raised her eyes to meet mine, “Does it hurt?”

  Fuck, she was innocent. “No, sweetheart it feels amazing. But I want your pretty little nipples in my mouth real damn bad right about now.”

  She froze. I waited for her to back away and run for the shore, back to safety.

  If she left me here I was jacking off right here in this damn water. I wouldn’t be able to get far with the insane throbbing between my legs.

  “Okay,” she said, so softly I wondered if I’d heard her right. She reached back and undid the strings holding her top up as I watched afraid I was going to wake up any minute alone in my bed and horny as hell.

  She pulled the small piece of fabric covering her tits away and laid it over my shoulder. They were perfect: round and soft, just a little more than a handful. I covered each one and held their weight in my hands. This might never happen again and if this was all I was going to get of Eva Brooks then I was going to savor every damn minute.

  Eva gasped as my hands squeezed gently then softly pinched the round cherry nipples on each tip. “I’m gonna put them in my mouth now, Eva,” I warned as I lowered my head to the right breast and pulled her nipple into my mouth. Fuck, it was like candy. Her fingers ran through my hair and grasped handfuls holding onto my head firmly as I sucked and kneaded each breast.

  “Ahhh,” she moaned, pressing closer. The handfuls of my hair she had tightly in her fist were being pulled just enough to make it feel good. I trailed kisses across her breastbone and licked hungrily at the dip between her breasts. I could do this all damn day and not get enough.

  Eva’s leg lifted up to wrap around my waist and she pressed up against my incredibly eager cock. Ah, hell no, she couldn’t do that.

  “Eva, what’re you doing sweetheart?” I asked as I closed my eyes tightly, trying hard to press my needy dick tighter against the warm V of her legs.

  “I wanna feel more,” she moaned as she lifted her other leg and locked her legs behind my back. Her heat pressed firmly against me now and my knees buckled at the intensity.

  “Ohfuck,” I muttered as Eva began rocking her hips gently. The moment she found the right fit she cried out and rocked harder.

  Motherfuckinghell. Her tits began bouncing as she rode me. I’d heard of dry humping but I’d never experienced it. Hell, it felt good. With each slide up and down of her crotch against my dick I trembled. Her head was thrown back and she was completely lost. I wanted those sweet tits in my mouth again but watching her was amazing. Her swollen mouth was slightly open and the expression on her face was one of pure ecstasy.

  “Ohgodohgodohgod,” she began to chant as she lifted her head and heavy lidded eyes met mine. I needed that mouth. Leaning forward I covered her lips with mine thrusting my tongue between their plump softness and began making love to her mouth the way I wanted to make love to her body.

  As she rocked against my dick, I slipped my hands under her bottom and pulled her in ti
ghter against me. The moment I felt her tense under my hands I knew she was close. Pulling back just enough to see her eyes as she shattered, I pressed one more kiss to her mouth.

  And she came apart in my hands.

  Eva

  I slid down Cage’s body but he kept his hands firmly on my waist. He thought I was going to try and escape. Part of me wanted to go run and hide but the biggest part wanted to stay right here and enjoy the tremors still running through my body.

  Cage bent his head and rested his forehead against mine. We didn’t say anything. It wasn’t an awkward silence; it was nice. No words were really needed.

  He reached for the bikini top he had tied around his arm at some point and began putting it back on me.

  “I need to cover you back up,” he whispered. I started to help him but he pushed my hands away, “No. I want to do this.”

  Reminding myself that Cage was just good with females because he had been with a lot of them was hard. I wanted to believe he was just this sweet and romantic with me. For now, I could pretend.

  Once he had it tied behind my back he adjusted the cups over my breasts and brushed his thumbs over the tops of them before dropping his hands to his side.

  “I gotta get back to work before your daddy comes looking for me.” I could hear the regret in Cage’s voice and it made me smile. He didn’t want to leave me.

  “Okay, that’s probably a good idea,” I agreed and started toward the shore.

  When Cage didn’t move I turned back around to see him standing there watching me. “You coming?”

  A wicked grin touched his lips, “Not yet.”

  Shaking my head in confusion, I smiled and headed back toward the shore. I no longer needed to hide out so I picked up my towel and headed for my truck. When I climbed inside I saw Cage still standing out in the water watching me. What was he doing? A sexy smirk touched his lips and he saluted me as I backed up and drove away.

  ~*~

  I pulled the frozen towel out of the freezer and picked up the fresh thermos of lemonade I’d prepared for Cage. He had returned an hour ago and I’d waited until he was busy to take his things out to him. It wasn’t that I wanted to avoid him as much as it was I liked the game it had turned into. He wanted to catch me leaving him the towel and fresh drink. I preferred to remain the invisible fairy. Smiling I headed for the door when it swung open and Daddy walked inside.

  “You bringing that to me?” he asked, staring down at the ice towel like the ones he kept in the freezer for himself. I never took things out to Daddy. He always came inside when he was hot and thirsty. Cage didn’t do that. He just stayed outside in the heat.

  “Um…” I wasn’t sure how to answer this. I didn’t want to lie to him because I was pretty sure he’d see right through me and it would make a bigger deal out of this than it was.

  Daddy stood there frowning at me and I knew I needed to answer him before he came up with the worst possible scenario.

  “Cage won’t come inside when he gets thirsty or hot. I haven’t been real welcoming. So, when he is busy I go leave him a towel and a drink so I don’t have to talk to him.”

  That was the truth or at least it was up until about an hour ago in the lake.

  Daddy let out a sigh and nodded his head. “You’re a good girl, Eva. That boy probably ain’t had a whole lot, if any, extra care taken with him. He’s a hard worker though. That’s for sure. Guess I should’ve been worrying about him over-heating and dehydrating.” He stepped around me and patted me on the back.

  He wasn’t going to get mad about this. Relaxing, I let out a quiet sigh of relief and took a step toward the door.

  “Don’t mean he’s good enough for you. Keeping your distance is what you need to do. Just ‘cause he’s a good worker don’t mean he ain’t dangerous to a pretty young girl. Especially an innocent.”

  I couldn’t agree with him. I knew better. Cage wasn’t dangerous at all. He was nothing like Daddy assumed. Nodding my head was the best I could do. I stepped outside into the heat and headed down to the barn.

  Cage rounded the truck shirtless and carrying a shovel. I almost tripped over myself. His nipple was bare again. As much as I liked looking at the piercing I was thankful. He was right about Daddy. He wouldn’t like it much. He stopped walking when he saw me coming and a grin instantly lit up his face. Reminding myself that Daddy was probably watching from the window of the kitchen I knew we would have to play this cool.

  “What’s this? Eva Brooks bringing me an ice towel and a thermos of water? Better watch it, my invisible fairy will get jealous. She’s the possessive sort.”

  I had to bit my lip hard to keep from smiling. “She’ll get over it and it isn’t water. It’s lemonade,” I said, setting it down on the tailgate of the truck.

  His eyes left me and scanned the yard. He was looking for Daddy.

  “He’s watching us from the kitchen window. Just take it. I’ll see you later.” I gave him a small smile and then turned and headed right back to the house. I just hoped he wasn’t watching me walk away. Daddy wouldn’t like that at all.

  “Thanks!” he called from behind me and I kept on walking.

  Chapter Eleven

  Cage

  For three days she’d been gone. Three very long days. When I’d woke up to find a letter had been left beside my bed I’d been hoping it was a sexy letter letting me know when I would get to be alone with her again. Instead it was a letter telling me that Jeremy was coming to get her and take her to visit his family in Louisiana and that she’d be back in a couple of days.

  I had been anxious since she left. I knew he was telling her about his plans and it was making me nervous as shit. I didn’t like thinking about her being off somewhere and upset. Reminding myself that Jeremy knew how to deal with her emotions just fine was hard.

  Low would be here to get me in the morning and I didn’t want to leave without seeing Eva first. I wouldn’t enjoy my day off without knowing she was okay. How did I not have her damn phone number? I’d slept all night with her in my arms and I’d given her an orgasm in the lake. I didn’t normally plan on seeing a girl again so I never asked for their numbers unless they knew the score. Eva didn’t fall into either of those categories. She was… more. I needed her fucking cell number.

  I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Maybe I could call Low and see if she just wanted to do something around here for a few hours. I didn’t have to go check on my apartment. The idea of hanging out with Preston and picking up girls on the beach no longer held the same appeal. Eva Brooks was screwing with my head.

  I picked up my phone and pressed Low’s speed dial number.

  “Cage?”

  “Yeah, you good?”

  Larissa squealed in the background and started clapping while calling my name.

  “Someone wants to talk to you, hold on.”

  Smiling, I waited for Larissa’s little voice. I hadn’t seen her since I came out here. Larissa was Low’s niece. Until Larissa’s father decided to become part of her life I’d helped Low take care of Larissa while Larissa’s mother did other things. At times it was like Larissa was Low’s child. Things changed though once Low’s fiancé, Marcus Hardy, walked into her life. Now, Larissa only came to visit Low when Low asked for her.

  “Hey Cage,” Larissa said into the phone.

  “Hey baby girl. You having fun with Low?”

  “Yes! Martus here too,” she yelled into the phone. She hadn’t figured out yet that she could just speak normally into the phone.

  “Then I bet you’re getting all kinds of attention. How are all your princesses doing?”

  “Got a new one! Martus buyed me Media. Her has Low Low’s hair.”

  I had no idea what that meant but I wasn’t about to tell her that.

  “You’ll have to show me next time I see you.”

  Low started talking and Larissa told me, “Bye”

  “Did you get that thing about the princess’s new hair
?” Low asked with an amused voice.

  “Nope.”

  “Didn’t think you would. Disney has a new princess. Her name is Merida and her hair is long, red, and curly. It is much messier than mine but Marcus is having entirely too much fun with it. He’s bought Larissa several Merida things and calls her Princess Low instead.”

  The happiness in her voice made everything that was wrong feel right. She’d been handed one shithole life. Now things had changed and Low had finally found herself a break.

  “I can’t wait to see this new redheaded princess.”

  “Hmmm, but that isn’t why you called. What’s up?”

  “I need,” I turned around to see Eva standing in the doorway with an odd expression. “Uh, let me call you back.” I ended the call and walked over to take Eva’s hand and pull her inside so I could close the door behind her.

  “Hey, you’re back.”

  She stared up at me with a softness I wasn’t expecting. “Did I just hear you talk to a little girl about her princesses?”

  How long had she been standing there?

  “Yeah, it was Low’s niece, Larissa.”

  “And you talk to her on the phone about her dolls? I really don’t know you at all, Cage York.”

  I reached out and wrapped one of her long curls around my finger. I just needed to touch her somehow. “You’re back,” I repeated.

  She tried to smile and failed. I could see the small wobble in her bottom lip.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked already knowing this was about Jeremy.

  A small tear escaped and I quickly swiped it away with my finger. “Jeremy is moving. He needs to. I want him to. I mean he needs to live his life.” She swallowed hard then closed her eyes tightly. “I knew he was moving before he told me. Seeing his apartment and his new life just was a lot to take in. I’m happy for him but I’m going to miss him. I’ll be lost without him.”