Cash opens the front door and makes his way down the steps to greet us before I’ve even had the chance to get out of the car. He pulls me into his arms without delay, taking my mouth in one of the hottest, longest, more intense kisses we’ve shared yet.
“Um, not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”
Smiling broadly, Cash leans down, divests me of my bags, and throws me over his shoulder.
“I’m kidnapping you before Boss changes his mind,” he states as I ask myself if it can actually be deemed kidnapping when the hostage is a willing participant.
I wave at Mia who gathers up our purchases, and follows behind us at a much more sedate pace. Cash slaps my ass swiftly, sliding me down the length of his body, ordering,
“Go and pack, gorgeous. We’re out of here in, ten minutes. Leave all the girly shit behind; all you’ll need is a bikini and a toothbrush.”
Ah, I don’t think so big man. Us womenfolk don’t leave home without an overnight bag at the bare minimum. Not wanting to burst the delusional bubble Cash is living in right at this exact moment, I’m saved by the teenager yet again.
“Mom. Do you know where my pads are?” He yells, reminding me that this would have been a whole different conversation if he were born a girl.
“Check by the back door,” I shout back, stomping toward the stairs.
Cash told me his plans for Talon and Jump on the phone earlier. I wanted to argue that Emily had done enough to help over the past week and a half, but I was cut off mid-thought when I received a text from the woman herself, telling me to stop overthinking things and pack something sexy that will knock Cash’s socks off. Lucky for me, I have just the thing I’ve been saving for a special occasion.
The only kink in Cash’s plan what to do with Mia. I know it sounds like I’m babying her, and to some degree I am. Mia is fragile, no matter how hard she tries to convince people otherwise, and she deserves someone – namely me – to look out for her until she’s strong enough to do it for herself.
With Aislinn still on location, Beth busy with teething twins, Mia not having met Avery or Blaine yet, and staying here with Jump, alone, out of the question, Cash suggested Mia stay with someone who works for his friend, Knight.
I was skeptical at first, asking a million questions that had Cash growling in frustration, and ended our call with the promise to think about it. But now that I had met Knight’s mysterious employee, Zara, I felt comfortable entrusting Mia’s safety to her for a few days.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Zara smiles, picking up Mia’s small rolling suitcase. “Are you ready for a mid-week full of debauchery and hard liquor, sunshine?”
Mia’s answering smile is radiant. Or it was until a grumpy asshole by the name of Jump had to come downstairs and ruin her good mood.
“Over my dead fucking body,” Jump barks, startling Mia.
Zara runs her gaze up and down Jump’s frame, assessing him shrewdly before replying,
“I’m sure that could be arranged. But seeing as you already look like death warmed up, how about you spend a few days recovering alone before I kick your ass. It wouldn’t be fair to beat a dead horse.”
Taking Mia by the hand, Zara leads her out to the monster of a truck she drives. I have no clue how Mia is going to get into the thing, but Sarge steps in to save the day like the gentleman he is.
“Up you go, darlin’,” he chuckles, giving her a boost into the passenger seat.
Sarge leans into the cab and mumbles something no one but the trucks occupants can hear that has Mia throwing her head back laughing. Kissing him softly on the cheek, she nods several times before waving at me through the glass as Zara puts the truck in drive and leaves in a cloud of dust and gravel.
Everything moved quickly from then on out. Jump grumbled about women being hazardous to his health, shutting himself in his room after muttering a half-hearted goodbye. Talon was out the door faster than I could blink when Sarge told him it was time to go, only stopping to give me a chaste hug and telling me to have fun.
Cash didn’t waste time after seeing Talon off, collecting my bag which as expected, he complained bitterly about, ushering me out to his SUV as if he was scared someone was going to appear out of nowhere and foil our escape. He shouldn't have worried, though. It was smooth sailing all the way to the cabin, not one single interruption in sight.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
~ Cash ~
“Do you know what would look good on you? Me!”
– Truth
When we drove up to the cabin Jump and I bought together, I figured Kennedy and I would cook dinner, eat, talk some, and then maybe I’d be lucky enough to hold her in my arms as she fell asleep. What I hadn’t anticipated was this.
After glancing around the interior, Kennedy walked down the hall toward the bedrooms that are laid out down either side, pausing only to see if I was following her, which I had been.
My anxiety over getting us here as quickly as possible had all but abated by the time I pulled into the paved driveway, but I can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching us. I don’t have any solid proof; it’s more of a sixth sense than anything else. And until I feel otherwise, I intend to stay on high alert. That’s not to say I don’t have reason to be concerned because I sure as fuck do, but I won’t allow anything to come between Kennedy and me and the precious little time we have alone together.
*****
Since I missed the meet with Zander the other day, Gage made sure to take care of collecting Kennedy’s money, but the asshole was still due a visit from me which is where I went this morning.
Between sorting out arrangements for Mia, Jump, Talon, and making sure the cabin is stocked with everything Kennedy and I will need for the next two and a half days and three nights, I made time to have a friendly chat with Zander. Granted, our conversation was primarily one-sided, meaning I kicked his ass, and he cried, but I got my point across. And in the end, that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?
Coming home, I expected to be able to sit back and relax in front of the game with a beer or two before Kennedy got back. Instead, when I opened the front door, I found a plain white sheet of paper, folded in half that had been shoved under the gap between the storm and main doors.
I was on the phone to Sly before the door slammed shut, telling him to get his ass to my place A-SAP. I want him to work his magic, go over every inch of that note with a fine tooth comb, and verify if what it contains is real or not. Because if it is, that note is the gateway to a clusterfuck there’s no escaping for Kennedy or me.
My emotions were all over the place when I heard her car pull up in front of the house. It took every ounce of restraint I possess not to pack Kennedy, Talon, and Jump into my truck and take off to parts unknown where nobody knows us, and finding us would be a virtual impossibility. But as attractive as that sounds, it’s only a Band-Aid solution to a problem that will always haunt us if I don’t stand firm and see this to the bitter end.
*****
Pushing away my anger and willing myself to calm down, I walk the last few feet down the hall and take in the beauty before me.
Kennedy is lying back on top of the bed propped up on her elbows with a tender expression on her face, and a small, coy smile tilting her lips. Crooking a finger at me, she motions me over and signals me to join her, biting her lip as if she was worried I was going to refuse her.
Everything we’ve done and talked about has been leading up to this, but I won’t lie, I’m nervous as fuck right now. My palms are sweating, and my pulse is racing at the possibility of touching her again. Not to mention, I’m more than a little concerned about how she’s going to react when I finally slide inside her.
This will be the first time in fifteen years Kennedy has taken a man inside her body, and I want it to be good for her. But more than that, I couldn’t fucking bear it if sex with me brought back bad memories or opened old wounds.
“Are you absolutely sure, gorgeous? Because if
you are, I’m going to have to make you promise you’ll talk to me while we do this. When my mouth is sucking on your beautiful tits, you’re going to have to tell me how hard you like it, if you want me to use my teeth. When I eat your pussy, I need you to grab my hair and guide me to where you want my tongue. And eventually, when I get my cock inside you, I want to hear you scream and beg for more. But no matter what, you say stop at any point, and we’ll stop immediately. No questions asked I’ll stop, and we’ll do something else. Now, can you promise me that so we can get to the good stuff,” I grin down at her.
Running my fingers across the soft skin of her stomach where her shirt has ridden up, I ask,
“Where do you want me to start, gorgeous?”
Exhaling a shuddering breath, Kennedy answers me on a moan.
“My breasts, Cash. Please. Please just touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”
Apparently, my girl likes her tits played with, but I already knew that. Kennedy’s made no secret of the fact I can get her off with just my mouth on her nipples and my hand squeezing and manipulating the soft mounds. And she really fucking likes when I add an edge of pain to our play.
I discovered this by accident when we were fooling around one night. Her shirt was over her head, her bra cups pulled down under her tits, and her nipples diamond hard points that I was busy lavishing attention on. As I dragged my teeth over the tips, Kennedy let out a small moan, which I had no choice but to explore.
Biting down, I twisted her nipple between my teeth, continuing to lap at it with my tongue as she screamed through an orgasm that took us both by surprise. Fucking hell! I managed to restrain myself, but truthfully, I nearly blew my fucking load watching her come undone like that for me.
My command comes out gruffly, but my patience draws to an end.
“It that’s what you want, then undress for me, gorgeous. I want to see every inch of your beautiful body naked and bared to me.”
Kennedy is hesitant, her eyes dart nervously between her feet, me, and the bed, but eventually she complies and begins removing her shirt. Her breathing is uneven as she works the material over her head and places it beside her. She won’t be needing it for a while, but if it makes her feel more comfortable to have it close, then so be it.
I allow myself a few moments to look my fill; let my eyes rake over the creamy skin of her chest and belly, and lick my lips at the sight of her cherry red nipples straining the lace of her bra.
“Take off your bra now, baby. Let me see those pretty red nipples all hard and ready for my mouth.”
I knew as soon as I laid eyes on Kennedy and decided she was going to be mine that our first time together was going to have to be slow and easy. I would need to take my time with her, worship her, earn her trust in every way. That said, my balls are heavy and drawn up tight in anticipation, and my cock is steadily throbbing in my jeans, all but demanding to be satisfied. The little fucker will have to wait, though. He’s not getting his turn until I’ve had mine, and by the looks of it, with the playground I have before me, that may take a while.
As I watch Kennedy nervously strip off her bra, I remove my cut and tug my shirt over my head. I leave my jeans on for now, but unbuckle my belt, letting the metal clank open and free the first button on my jeans from its opening.
Kennedy’s arms are crossed over her breasts, shielding them from my view. Yeah, that’s really not going to work for me. So stepping up to the side of the bed within reaching distance of her, I drag her by the ankle to the edge saying,
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, but you’re not going to hide yourself from me, gorgeous. If you want this, if you want me, then you’re going to have to trust me.” Waiting a beat, I demand, “Show me your tits, baby. Cup them in your hands and offer them to me.”
Her mouth drops open, and the only thing I can think as my brain short circuits is how much I want to fill it with my cock. I know exactly how I’d do it too.
Threading my hand through Kennedy’s hair, I would guide my cock to her lips, spreading the wetness at my tip over those perfect, plump pillows, and tap gently until she opened for me. Then I would test the heat of her mouth by slowly easing inside, just the tip, and wait as she rimmed the head with her tongue.
After she had got it nice and wet, I would slide the length into her mouth until I bottomed out at the back of her throat. Kennedy’s eyes would water at the thickness of me and the depth I’d reached, but she wouldn’t complain. That’s when I’d know it was safe to commence fucking her face.
Hard, unrelenting strokes that make her gag will have me ready to come, but I’ll hold off until I see her delicate hand disappear into her panties as she rubs her clit. Kennedy’s moans and the speed her talented little fingers work will tell me when it’s time to give her everything I’ve got. And I would. I’d come so hard my vision would dim, shooting spurt after spurt of hot come into her mouth, so that I can watch her swallow me down. Knowing that she has me inside her, not just my come in her pussy but her mouth and belly too, gives me a sick sense of satisfaction. As if I’m marking her in every way I can.
My body shivers at the images my brain imagined at such a simple action, which only proves how gone for this woman I am. If all she has to do is open her mouth and I can create an entire fantasy around it, I know I’m well and truly fucked.
Looking down, I see she’s done as I asked. Her full, lush tits are plumped and ready for me to devour. But before I do, I unbutton my jeans and let them drop to the floor, leaving me naked, hard, and throbbing for her.
“Pinch one of your nipples and get it ready for me, gorgeous. Your first orgasm is going to be a fast one,” I say, placing one knee on the bed between her slightly parted thighs.
Her jeans are still firmly in place, but I intend to remedy that immediately. With deft fingers, I unbutton the snap and have the zipper down in seconds. I slowly guide the soft denim down her legs until she’s left in nothing but a white lace thong that matches the bra she was wearing.
“Fuck, you’re stunning,” I groan, hooking my thumbs into the band of her panties at her hips. With a quick tug, the material disintegrates in my hands, leaving her completely exposed and bare for me.
My other knee joins the first so that I’m close enough to lean in and take her nipple between my lips. Sucking the tip roughly into my mouth, Kennedy’s back arches off the mattress, and she lets out a low keening sound of pleasure. Adding my teeth, I sink them into the flesh around the outside of her areola, which earns me a deep moan.
Desperate for her, I rumble,
“Fuck me. I need to taste you, gorgeous. I want to put my mouth on your cunt and lick you clean. You going to have a problem with that?”
Kennedy’s eyes flash with heat at my question which tells me everything I need to know. But to confirm it, Kennedy nods, whispering,
“Yes. Yes, please.”
Nudging her thighs apart, I make my way down the length of her body, stopping to kiss and lick down her chest, around her belly button, and the top of her mound. I groan at the sight of her pussy glistening for me, my erection kicking painfully against the mattress.
Kennedy is shaved bare, something I usually never like on a woman, but on her, I love that there’s nothing to hinder my view. Her puffy, pink pussy lips are covered in her arousal. So much so, it’s dripping down her slit and the crack of her ass. My eyes instantly zero in on her clit which is hard and distended for me already.
Dropping my head, I run my tongue up her slit and gather her come on my tongue, groaning as the taste of her explodes on my taste buds. Lapping at her pussy, I avoid Kennedy’s clit altogether. I want to draw this out long enough to have her begging for it.
When I have her writhing under my hands that are pinning her hips to the bed, I spear my tongue inside her tight hole and fuck her relentlessly with it. In and out, over and over again, I force her closer to the edge of orgasm before my hand joins the party, circling her clit.
Pinching it roughly betw
een my fingers, Kennedy screams.
“Oh fuck. Oh God. Marshall.”
Kennedy’s curved, toned thighs clamp around my head as she grinds her pussy further into my mouth, and I love it. I lick every drop of her come from her cunt and thighs before rising up over her and crushing my mouth to hers.
I want her to taste herself on me. Kennedy opens her mouth and readily accepts my tongue, probing, suckling, enjoying the taste of her release maybe as much as I did. I take ownership of her through this kiss, stroking, plundering, branding her as mine. I run one of my hands over her hot skin, flush with arousal from her recent release, and the other through her folds, teasing her pussy by only dipping the tip of one finger inside.
Kennedy digs her nails into my ass, trying to tilt my hips so that I slide inside her. Instead of letting her run the show, I pull my hand away from her pussy and wrap it around the base of my cock, lining it up with her entrance.
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