by Ember Flint
“Oh, God!” I moan at his dirty words, feeling the orgasm already start to swamp my pussy and burn in my lower belly.
Cash takes one of my extended nipples in his mouth and gives me a little bite on it, making me cry.
“Oh, Cash…” I whimper, my fingers digging in his back as he keeps on driving his cock against my belly, his fingers still strumming my clit.
“You’ll take every inch of me, won’t you, baby?”
“Yes, yes,” I moan, my legs tightening around his waist, my lips against his throat.
Cash nips the underside of my breast, turning my body into a pile of mush.
“As soon as the wedding is over, sweetheart, I’m going to rip whatever pretty gown you have on and get to your sweet little cunt. I’ll lick you until you faint and then I’ll shove inside of you raw, nothing between us, baby. I want you pregnant yesterday,” he groans. His smoky, commanding voice making another climax run along my body, my legs and arms shaking, my pussy soaking his fingers; the squelching noises of his caresses filling the silence.
As I start to recover from it, Cash flips us over.
Now I’m astride his muscular thighs, the stalk of his hard cock springing back and forth between us, the large crown dotted in pre-cum gleaming in the sun.
“Take my cock in your hand, baby,” Cash croaks out, looking at me sexily, his heavy-lidded eyes on me, bright with lust and desire.
I wrap my hand around his dick and start to stroke up and down, but his hand snaps up to grasp my wrist and stops me.
“Not like this, baby. I want you to bring my cock between those delicious pussy lips of yours, I want you to rub your clit against my head, until you come using me.”
I moan brokenly and start to do as he says, riding his cock up and down, keeping it between my folds and barely resisting the urge to move the sleek, bulbous head lower and fit it in my slit.
“That’s it baby, ride my cock. I want you to cum like this and dry my balls of every drop of seed I have as you do it.”
I toss my head back, riding him faster, my hips gyrating in a steady rhythm that soon has us both climaxing, me with a strangled cry and he with a heavy, guttural grunt.
A thrill running under my skin at the sight of his hot, creamy cum staining my pink clit and pussy and clinging to my golden little curls.
I fall on top of him, breathless, his hands sliding all over my body.
We kiss deeply and remain like that until the annoying sound of a phone going off interrupts our interlude.
“Fuck,” Cash grumbles and reaches with one long arm to retrieve his cell that our mad ride must have made slide toward the opposite side of the blanket.
“There better be a good reason for this if you want to still have you job tomorrow,” he answers the call, his face nuzzling my chest; a scowl marring his handsome face.
He nods while he listens and then sighs.
“Alright, I have to ride back to the manor and get the pickup, it will be faster if I drive. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
He playfully slaps my bottom, making me gasp.
“Sorry, baby, we need to get going. I have to go to take a look at something on one of the oilfields. Get dressed.”
—*—
We reach the main stable and Cash, slides off his horse, helping me to dismount my own and then we walk hand in hand inside, the horses trailing behind us.
“I won’t be long, Aria. An hour at the most… I’m sorry I have to go.”
I smile up at him. “It’s okay, I’ll find something to keep me entertained.”
He nods. “I’m sure you will. You could take a walk on the grounds if you like, or simply relax at the manor with Molly.”
“Or I could take a nap and catch up on some sleep, ‘cause a certain Mr. Stone has the tendency to keep me up at night.”
He hugs me to his side and whispers in my ear, his breath tickling me.
“I wouldn’t have to keep you up so much, if it wasn’t for how much you keep me up, baby.”
I giggle, shaking my head.
Cash hands over the bridles of his stallion to a stablehand, after slipping him some slices of carrot and I look up at my mare, caressing her muzzle.
She snorts and stomps lightly, clearly begging to have a treat of her own and Cash dutifully delivers her prize.
She neighs softly and pushes her big, long head against his chest, not stopping until he doesn’t pet her a bit.
I laugh. “Oh, Cash, she is adorable. Thank you for letting me ride her today.”
Cash leads the mare to her stall and smiles at me. “She is going to be yours, Aria, I acquired her just for you.”
I feel my mouth drop open.
I simply assumed this was one of his horses. He bought her for me?
“Why?” I ask.
He shrugs. “All my horses are quite big and temperamental. I wanted a sweet and docile horse for you and also I wanted your mount to be on a smaller scale. I don’t want you to put strain on your shoulders and back when you ride.”
“Oh, Cash… thank you.” I don’t know what else to say.
I turn around, hug him and pepper kisses on his roughly stubbled jaw and chin.
He takes holds of my face and delivers a kiss of his own to my mouth, turning my legs into Play-Doh stripes.
“She needs a name, by the way. Do you have any ideas, Aria?”
I smile turning back to the mare and reaching up to caress the white forelock on her head and her soft, perfectly groomed, braided mane as I study her closely.
After a while I nod, again focusing on Cash.
“I want to call her Moon Child, you know… like the Childlike Empress from ‘The Neverending Story’, my Grandpa used to read the book to Alma and me when we were little… we must have watched the movie a million times.”
Cash visible startles at my words and takes a step back, his face becoming unreadable.
“I’d better get going. I’ll see you later,” he says bluntly, hastily kisses my forehead and turns around, leaving me there frowning at the mare.
What did I say?
I hear Cash’s stallion stomp and snort, clearly unhappy at his master’s departure and at the idea of being confined.
“Stop it, Artax, no more playing, you need to rest now,” a young worker, scolds him, laughing while attempting to remove the bit and bridle from him.
I didn’t know that was the name of his horse.
Artax, Atreyu’s valiant horse in ‘The Neverending Story’.
Now that I think of it, I don’t remember asking it to Cash, probably because as usual his presence rendered me a babbling, nervous, mushy mass of hormones and during our ride he was calling the stallion, boy, Donkey or Cork head.
I wonder if he is familiar with that book or if he just picked this name because he thought it was cool.
Well, one way to find out.
I go back to the manor, get rid of my muddy boots and following the scent of something delicious baking, I find again the kitchen and Molly.
“Hey, dear. Where’s Cash? Did you enjoy your ride?”
She fires her questions in rapid succession and I start to answer hoping I can keep up.
“Hello, Molly. Cash was called by one of his foremen, I understand he needed to inspect something on one of the oilfields. I did enjoy the ride very much, thank you, for asking. These lands have some truly breathtaking prospects.”
Plus, it’s nearly impossible to have a ride with Cash and not completely enjoy it, I mentally add, smiling to myself.
I sit down at the huge wooden table. “Can I ask you something?”
Molly closes the faucet in the sink and turns to look at me.
“Of course, dear.”
“Cash’s horse… his name is Artax, right? Is it in reference to a book?”
She nods and smile. “Yes. ‘The Neverending Story’. Are you familiar with it?”
“It was a childhood�
��s favorite,” I confirm.
For a moment she seems to be far away, but then she sighs, fills two tall glasses with cold lemon tea and takes a seat opposite me, passing me the icy beverage with a faint smile.
“Thank you…” I murmur.
After a while she starts to speak again. “It was his mom’s favorite book.”
That’s why he was so taken aback.
Molly shakes her head. “Poor boy, he remembers nothing of his family, of course. He was just a baby when they… but he has tried to keep their memory alive as much as he could and tried to know them as much as it was possible, but there’s nothing like firsthand knowledge I suppose.”
Oh, God. Why would he have no memory of his family at all?
What happened?
From the way she is talking, it’s clear she thinks I know what this is all about.
“Molly?”
She pats my hand. “What, darling?”
“What happened to his family?” I ask.
She looks a little surprised. “You don’t know? He hasn’t told you?”
“No and I haven’t checked. Somehow it feels wrong to Google his life up online.”
Molly looks away. “When Cash was only a couple of months old, his father had to take part in a round of conferences. One of the stops was in New York City. Conrad liked to have his family with him as much as possible, so we were all traveling together. He and Rachel, Cash’s mother, loved each other very much. In deference to his father’s status, we were staying at this partially-renovated, historical hotel in New York; it belonged to one of his friends and was not yet open to customers. We had been traveling for weeks around the States. We were all very jet-lagged I remember. Cash was very fussy that afternoon, and it was impossible to put him down. I suggested his mother that I would take him and his brother for a stroll in a nearby park, so that she and her husband could rest. They had an important engagement that night. There was no way I could convince Cooper to come along. To this day I wish I had thought about a way to bring him with us. He wanted his mommy and there were no promises of ice-cream or toys strong enough to tear him away from her. He was only three.”
I can see tears shining in her eyes and I feel an invisible cold hand grip my heart as I listen.
This is very difficult for Molly, maybe I should not have asked.
“It’s okay Molly… you don’t have to tell me,” I reassure her, squeezing her hand, but she shakes her head.
I gulp, feeling tears sting my own eyes. I may not know what happened that day, but I know that Cash doesn’t have a brother anymore.
Molly dries her tears and sniffles. “We went… we went for our stroll and when we got back, two hours later, it was hell. There was an accidental fire and…”
“Oh my God…”
“It was hours before they could put it down. It actually never reached their suite, but the smoke must have… the police said they died in their sleep. Carbon-monoxide intoxication.”
I don’t know what to say to that.
“He was left completely alone…” I say after a while, barely registering that I’m talking out loud.
Molly doesn’t hear me though, her back is to me again and she is bending in front of the oven. “Damn… I think I’ve burned a good batch of Cash’s favorite peanut butter and chocolate cookies.”
I know there’s more to the story, but I don’t want to tax her further.
It’s clear she doesn’t want to go back to that time any more than she has had to already.
“Thank you for telling me, Molly.”
“Don’t mention it, dear. Aria, you really look pale.”
I sigh. “A sudden headache…”
Molly pats my cheek. “Why don’t you go upstairs and lie down for a bit? I’ll send up Cash as soon as he’s back.”
I try to muster a little smile for her, thankful for her tact and understanding.
“Thank you, Molly,” I say and leave the room, after giving her an impulsive hug.
Once I’m in Cash’s bedroom, I pull out my cell and launch my browser.
I don’t like the idea to snoop around in his business, but I need to understand.
I really didn’t want to end up Googling him, but I don’t see he telling me on his own, there’s no other way to find out.
It’s only a matter of few clicks and the rest of the story tumbles out in front of me, the titles of the newspapers of the time alone are enough to give me a sad outline of what Cash’s life has been like.
Only survivor of the tragic fire.
Alone in the world, two months old and heir to a fortune worth billions.
I scan the articles through blurred eyes.
He was never placed in a family, his father had made provisions in his will in case of his and his wife’s death regarding their children.
Being a baby worth so much, he could not be placed safely within a family for fear of those people ending up wanting to control his wealth and his company.
For this reason, since he was a baby, Cash has been looked after by his family staff, particularly Molly, under the tutelage of Mr. McKade.
I try to blink away the tears as they fall on my cheeks but they are too fast in their course for me to keep up with them.
I lie down and close my eyes, momentarily too stunned to wrap my mind around what any of this could have meant —could still mean— for Cash.
He is just as alone as I am, that’s what he meant when he said he understood my pain.
And what is this deal going to do to us?
Will it really make us a family or will we only end up being alone together?
I don’t know for how long I lie there crying, my heart clenching for his pain, his loneliness, my mind starting to see his weariness, his brusque manner and his distance in a different way.
But what can I do?
How can I help him deal with his sorrow, when I don’t know how to let go of mine?
I feel strong arms pick me up and crash me against a hard chest and I don’t need to open my eyes to know who is holding me.
I know this strength, I know this woodsy mainly scent.
“Why are you crying, Aria? What’s up?”
I look up at him, pushing my face off his torso and meeting his concerned gaze.
“I didn’t know…” I hiccup.
He kisses my temple, stroking my back up and down. “What, baby?”
I feel fresh tears haze my vision.
“How… how much we are the same.”
“What you mean?”
“Your family… my family… we are completely and utterly alone.”
He cups my face in his hands, his kiss the only antidote to both my pain and his.
Chapter 11
CASH
My resolution to keep my emotional distance from Aria and only take her body, crumbles in the face of her tears.
Her grief and her understanding of my loneliness and pain, breaking down my defenses.
I can’t bear the fact that she sounded so hopeless right now.
The mere thought of not being able to make her see how happy we could be tears at my heart.
I kiss her tears away, holding her trembling body to mine.
I have to console her, I love her too much not to give her what she needs, even though by doing it, I risk all of myself.
“Baby, look at me,” I whisper softly against her lips.
“We are the same you’re right, but not the way you think. We are the same, because we have known a lot of pain and we know the meaning of being alone yes, but mostly we are the same, because we kept on fighting. The pain wanted to crush us, but it only crippled us. It didn’t kill us. Do you understand?”
She looks up at me, but says nothing.
I kiss her eyelids, brushing the remnants of her tears away and fighting my own.
“The past is the past. You are not alone and neither am I now. Not when we are together a
nd we are together now, baby.”
Aria cries even harder. “How can you say we are not alone when you mean to throw me away in five years?”
I feel a tiny flicker of hope in my chest at her words, but I refuse to latch onto it right now.
This is not about me and what I want.
This is about Aria.
“You know that if you want to stay with me longer you can…” I tell her, not entirely sure about what she needs to hear from me right now.
She shakes her head. “We are alone, Cash. This is only a business deal, remember?”
Her words fuel something inside of me.
I’m confused, angry, disappointed, hurt and yet I want her all the more for it.
I grab the sides of her face and make her look at me again.
“You don’t understand. We will be happy, Aria. You’ll see,” I tell her and then I once again lock her mouth with mine in a hard, punishing kiss.
My cock springing to life, the strength and rapidity of my erection nearly making me dizzy as my blood all drops south of my body.
The wedding’s ceremony is set for three days from now, but I can’t wait any longer to claim what’s mine.
The more she denies our bond, calling this a business transaction and nothing else, the more I want to prove her wrong, with every inch of my body on every inch of hers.
“Fuck, waiting for the wedding night,” I rasp, gruffly, throwing my body over hers. “I need to fuck you, baby. Now.”
She fastens her legs around my waist, moaning my name, desperately tugging at my shirt to take it off me.
“I want you too, Cash. Now… I don’t want to wait. Please don’t make me wait. I want to feel you inside me.”
Her words make my cock jerk against the crotch of my jeans, I pull down the zip and tear myself from her only long enough to get completely naked.
I want her so much I can feel my heart pound in my cock, pre-cum leaking copiously down my shaft and dripping off my aching balls.