Is he going to come? I don’t know what I need to do to make that happen. Just more of this?
“That’s it,” he says again. His hips move over and over, forcing his cock between my fingers a little faster, so I start to speed, taking his hint.
He seems to expand against my palm, swelling with even more heat, jerking, and then…oh…he squeezes his eyes even tighter closed, and my hand is warm and wet. I watch as all the tension seems to leave his body, his shoulders slumping, his facial features relaxing. It’s like watching how I felt last night when he brought me to my peak. I guess men and women aren’t so different when it comes to pleasure. “Here.” Cash takes my hand and rubs it against his underwear. There’s a shyness in his eyes and the way they flick to mine and then away.
“It’s okay,” I say. I bring my fingers to my lips and lick, wanting to taste him the way he tasted me. It’s salty and sweet at the same time, and the smell seems to flip something in my brain, like a sex switch.
“Fuck,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You ready for your turn?”
I don’t get a chance to say yes because he’s already sliding down my body, his tongue trailing lazy circles around my nipples and my navel, then finding the part of my body that wants it the most. He’s magic in the way he laps at me, sensing every twitch and jerk and knowing just what to do to inflame the building sensations. I lose myself in my mind, imagining Cash switching to let Cary and Colt take his place. Sawyer and Scott are in my fantasy, too, stroking themselves as they look on. These fantasies are so new and different, more vivid than any I’ve ever had before, and I come so fast I don’t have any time to prepare.
“Mmmmmmm,” I moan, and it’s loud. My fingers in Cash’s hair grip tightly, and he shouts with the pain.
“Sorry,” I whisper before laughter bubbles its way up inside me. I’m laughing and laughing as he crawls up my pleasure-wrecked body. We’re sticky and messy, but I don’t care. All I know is that I’ve never felt more comfortable with another human being than I do with Cash.
But soon, it’s not just going to be us two. There are four more men to feel comfortable with. Four more waiting in the wings for their turn.
15
At lunchtime, Cash asks me if I’ll take a walk with him. We leave the house through the door at the back and wander into the yard. It’s overgrown and neglected now, but would once have been a lovely garden. I can see evidence of the straight lines of soil interspersed with narrow paths, perfect for growing vegetables and soft fruits. It reminds me a lot of my momma’s garden.
“What do you think about you taking charge of this?”
I don’t agree too quickly. I take my time, walking up and down, shaking my head at nothing in particular. All the while, Cash stands and watches, his thumb tucked into the pocket of his jeans and back straight as a rod.
“It’ll take a lot of work,” I say.
“It will.” He nods slowly in agreement.
“I’ll need some money,” I say.
“Whatever you need.”
“I don’t want to use anything artificial,” I say. “If I’m growing, I want it to be organic.”
“Why?”
“You know that male frogs in California are turning into females from chemical pesticides? If I’m growing, I want to make sure we’re eating the best thing for us.”
Cash nods. “Whatever you want.”
“You don’t disagree?” I ask, surprised. I was sure he’d have something to say about efficiency and quantity of production. Everything about modern farming has become about those two things.
“I think you know what you’re talking about,” he says. “And I support you.”
He supports me. It’s true. I’ve never been in the company of a man who’s so willing to hear what I have to say without mansplaining why they’re right and I am wrong. Aren’t cowboys supposed to be misogynistic assholes? According to my dad, Cash is supposed to be something very different from what he actually is.
“What do your brothers think about this?”
“They want you to be happy. They like the idea of us being more self-sufficient. It’s a win-win situation for us all.”
“Alright then.”
“Okay. There are some tools in the outbuilding over there. I’ll leave some cash inside for anything you need to buy.”
I move closer, the distance between us feeling too much. So far, any physical closeness we’ve had has been private, but the way things are moving, it feels okay to be out in the open. I slide my hand into his warm, rough palm and stand on tiptoes to kiss his mouth. His stubble prickles, but I’m getting used to that. When I pull away, he smiles softly. “What was that for?”