His head pushes back into the pillow as I take him inside me, biting his lip with a groan. “You said there was nothing holy about me, but being inside you is fucking heaven.” I melt with his words, beginning slow, undulated movements.
I fondle one of my breasts and his eyes latch on the other before filling his palm with it. He pinches my nipple, and I moan his name. “You feel so good.” My lust-filled voice is husky from sleep. I lean forward, arching my back. “Choke me.”
A languid smile tugs on his lips with a devilish glint in his eyes as he collars my neck with his inked hand. The other palms my side, massaging the fat of my hip as I slowly pump up and down.
He squeezes a touch harder and my head spins, heat rushing to my cheeks and swirling in my gut. I thumb his mouth and he willingly parts his lips, sucking my thumb into his mouth. My pussy clenches when he swirls his tongue around the tip before I pull it out with a pop. I lower my wetted thumb to my clit and smear my slick over it in precise circles.
“When you touch yourself like that,fuckthe way your pussy squeezes—”
A harsh ring cuts through the heady moment, and I throw my head back with a groan for the worst timing in the history of the world. Cash’s eyes flick to his phone screen lighting up on my nightstand, but he keeps both hands on me.
“Do you need to get that?” I ask exasperated and hot.
“No, he’ll call back if it’s important. Now, ride me, baby.”
Just as we are getting back into our rhythm, the phone rings again and I roll off Cash with a sigh. He brings the phone to his ear. I can’t make out words, but there’s shouting on the other line. “Shit. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hangs up and throws the phone onto the mattress beside him.
“Lochlan got himself arrested, the little shit.” Cash swings his legs over the side of the bed and runs a hand through his messy hair.
“Fuck, is there anything I can do?” It feels like a stupid question, but it feels even more stupid to not offer. Especially after learning about Cash’s promise to his father, this feels much more weighty.
“No. It’s a dumb possession charge, but the shit was probably planted. He’ll be out by tomorrow. Finn’s already got our lawyers at the station knocking heads.” He pulls on his pants and shrugs his shirt over his shoulders. “I’d like you to be home when I get back though. Will you do that for me,a chuisle?”
“Home like—”
“My apartment—ourapartment. I’ll call Alfie to come pick you up.”
“Okay.” I scoot across the mattress on my knees, already mourning the way my soft, sleepy Cash is falling back into his stoic role as the head of this family.
He scoops my face in his palms and kisses me with a groan. “I’ll see you later, baby.” Then he brushes his lips across my forehead and stalks out of the room, still tucking in his shirt.
“I’m taking a key back so I can lock the door behind me,” he calls from the kitchen. “There’s a serial killer out there, ya know.”
“Too soon, jackass,” I holler back with a laugh.
“Thanks, Alfie.” I wave goodbye as I close the door of Cash’s apartment after being escorted to the door. It still feels weird beingescortedeverywhere, but given how quickly this morning changed and even last night, I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry. And I know that deep down, Cash really does just want me to be safe, even if he has psychotic ways of showing it.
I startle with a shriek when I turn around and see somebody coming out of the hallway.
“Sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to spook you.” Donna raises her hands apologetically at the same time Alfie swings the door open, gun raised.
“Oh. Hi, Donna.” Alfie holsters his gun.
“Hi, hun. I was just coming to look for my bracelet. It must have fallen off when I was over the other day.”
“Did you find it? I can help you look.” My heart rate is slowing back to normal.
“Sure did.” She wags her wrist in the air, showing off a handmade friendship bracelet. “My grandbaby made it for me, so you know I can’t go losing it.” She gives me a wink as she heads to the door.
“I see. Well, have a nice day.” I walk her out and wait until she gets in the elevator.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I should have checked the access logs before letting you in. That was reckless of me, and thank god it was just Donna.” Alfie shakes his head.
“Access logs?”
“Oh yeah, every person has a PIN to get into the apartment—it’s randomly generated every week, but it keeps a log of who comes and goes.” I notice for the first time that in addition to a typical deadbolt with a keyhole on the front door, there’s also a keypad.
“Hmm, nifty.”