I know, right?
I love you too, friend.
And because I love you, I’m already inside the station’s system. As soon as they book our friend, his records will be filled with warrants so alarming that he’ll never get out of prison. The funny thing is, some of it’s fabricated, but most aren’t. This is just the first time he’s been arrested by someone who isn’t on his payroll. That doesn’t mean they won’t be soon, so be careful. I’ll try to make these charges stickbut there’s always someone slipperier than me.
I’ll be careful, I promise. Plus, I have myownpersonal guardian angel.
Damn straight, you do.
Sable tucked her cell back into her pocket, her stomach aching where the thief punched her, but the soreness was thankfully her only souvenir from this fight. She watched the arrest from the shadows, and when the squad car finally drove away, she slipped from the darkness to search the grass for her knife. The last thing she needed was for the cops to find her fingerprints at the scene.
Satisfied that Cash and Clover were safe andthat alltraces of her were gone, she stood to leave and tripped on the garbage can’s lid, careening into the metal trash cans before she could catch herself. They toppled over, clattering across the pavement to announce her presence, and Sable cringed. The entire neighborhood probably heard that, and she needed to leave before someone called the cops on her.
“Don’t move!” a male voice growled from the darkness behind her, and Sable yelped. Instinct forced her to spin around despite the order, and she came face to face with the yawning barrel of a gun.
Sable?” Cash gawked at her before he realized he was still aiming his gun at the woman he might be falling in love with. “What the hell are you doing here?” He lowered the weapon and clicked the safety on.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted, looking like a deer in the headlights, and as much as he wanted to comfort her, the arrest of a man he was certain was a thief come to kill him had him on edge. He had extensive security on his property, and he never lost a fight. If that man had gotten into his house, he would’ve had the worst night of his life. Nevertheless, the encounter rattled Cash. His son lived in this house, and thieves were now following him home to threaten where his boy slept.
“I…” Sable glanced around the driveway, and Cash could almost feel her panic. What was she hiding?
“After we hung up the phone earlier, I had this urge to see you,” she blurted. “So I came over. I realize now how inappropriate this is, but I needed to see you…” she trailed off. “I’m sorry, I should leave. This is weird.” She turned, took one step, and then whirled back around, almost giving him whiplash with her sudden movements.
“I’m sorry, really,” she repeated. “It’s just that after our call, I needed to touch you. I… damnit, why is this so hard to say?” She rubbed her face as if to wipe away her nerves. “I want you, Cash, okay? There. I said it. I want you, so I came here, but then I saw that guy getting arrested, and I freaked out. I tried to leave, realizing that you probably wouldn’t want company after that, but I knocked over the garbage can. I apologize for disturbing you. I’m acting crazy, I know.”
She turned to flee, but Cash captured her wrist and yanked her against his bare chest. She’d come for him. And what she didn’t realize was after they’d hung up earlier, he’d been seconds away from showing up at her front door. This girl wasn’t just some fling. This girl meant something. She was important, and he didn’t need months of dating to know that Sable belonged to him.
“What do you mean, want me?” he growled, his lips hovering a breath away from her mouth.
“What?” Sable’s question shook as she sank into his body.
“Do you want me? Clover and all?” Cash asked. “Or are you here just to get bent over the kitchen table?”
“I…” her breath hitched, and while he loved how turned on she was from just hugging him, he needed to know what she meant. He hadn’t been lying when he told her he didn’t want a hookup.
“Answer the question.” He fisted her hair and tugged, forcing her to look up at him. “What do you mean, you want me?”
“I want you…” she moaned as her hands slid up his chest, and he had his answer. She was here for sex, and his heart fell through his body.
“Sable.” He stepped backward, breaking their connection. “I’m sorry, but I’m not looking for?—”
“God, you don’t make this easy on a girl,” she cut him off. “I can’t think straight when you’re pressed against me, so I’m sorry it sounded like I’m just here for sex… actually no, I’m not because I want you like that, Cash. I want you to follow through on your promise because something tells me you’re the kind of man a woman never forgets. I want you to ruin me for other men because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how you kissed me on your counter. I keep fantasizing about you when I’m in the shower, but it’s depressing because my fingers can’t fill my pussy like I know you can.”
“You what?” Cash’s mouth dropped open. She touched herself to thoughts of him? God, why was that so fucking hot, and why was he wearing thin pajama pants? They hid nothing, and Sable clearly noticed.
“You heard me,” she said, her eyes enjoying every inch of him, and Cash vaguely registered that they were still standing outside. “I slip my fingers between my thighs and moan your name until I come.”
“Fuck, Sable.” Cash grabbed her arm and yanked her through the side door and into the kitchen so the neighbors couldn’t hear her dirty talk. He’d never been with a woman who spoke like that, but based on the tent in his pants, he was obsessed with it.
“You wished to know how much I wanted you,” she challenged. “Well, I want you so badly that I shut my eyes in the shower and play with my pretty little cunt until it feels like you’re there with me, but when I come, something is always missingbecause you aren’t inside me, filling me until I’m leaking with your cum.”
“Sable…” Cash slammed the gun on the kitchen counter and stepped away from her because if she came any closer, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He wanted her just as badly, and her confession made him feel a hell of a lot better about gripping his cock in his nightly showers and stroking himself to thoughts of her mouth wrapped around him.
“I’m not done,” Sable said, stepping forward every time he stepped back. “Because I don’t just want you in my bed. I want to wake up to you too. I want pancakes and Saturday morning cartoons and a mortgage and Sunday errands and laundry and dishes and homework and school drop-offs and arguments and make up sex with you. That’s what I mean.”
“Don’t say that unless you’re serious.” Cash was practically shaking. “Don’t give me false hope. Please, Sable, this is torture.”
“It’s the truth,” she said with a sweet smile. “No matter what happens, those words are true.”
