“Oh my god, don’t be disgusting.”
“Train’s it is.” He leaned down and kissed me. “You go up first. I’ll grab tequila and meet you up there.”
I kept my expression neutral as I made my way upstairs. The club was wired, so to speak. Not everywhere, but enough that I needed to act like I wasn’t happy about being ‘stuck’ with Cash. No one could discover us. No one.
I shivered.
My dad wouldkillCash.
Literally.
I unlocked my parents’ room and stepped inside. It was pristine, which was to be expected. Outside of the fact my mother was a neat nick, Dad would have a prospect clean it on the regular. I still needed to find out if I should change the sheets, though, so, I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.
Cash knocked on the door a few minutes later and I pulled open the door, inviting him in. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” He grinned. “Next door’s ready for us. Just gotta get you in there without anyone seeing.”
“I can be seen. If anyone asks, I’m helping you clean.”
“Get movin’ then, beautiful. I’ve got plans for you.”
I grinned and locked up, following him into Train’s room, where I was promptly pushed up against the wall and kissed until I could barely breathe.
He flipped the lock on the door. “I want your shirt and bra off, Teagan. Leave the skirt, then bend over the end of the bed.”
“Shoes?”
“Off.”
“Panties?”
“I thought you weren’t wearing any,” he said.
“I put some on in the bathroom.”
“I’ll take care of those,” he rasped.
I shivered. “Yes, sir.”
I did as he instructed. I spread my legs and bent over the bed, looking at Cash over my shoulder with a grin and my nipples beaded into tight buds as the cold air hit my skin. “I’mwaiting.”
“Jesus,” he bit out, his shirt halfway off. “This is gonna go quick, baby.”
“Not quick enough,” I teased, and was rewarded with my panties moved aside and his dick buried deep.
“You were saying?” he retorted.
I dropped my head back as he tore my panties from my body and slid his hand between my legs to finger my clit.
“Brace, Teagan,” he demanded, and I braced.
He slammed into me, over and over, working my clit as he buried himself deep, only it wasn’t him who came first, it was me, crying out as an orgasm washed over me.
Cash wasn’t far behind me, pressing his hand into my back as he let out a quiet grunt and his dick pulsed inside of me.
I fell face-first onto the mattress, and Cash snagged his T-shirt off the floor, cleaning us both up before stretching out on the center of the bed and pulling me over his chest.
I still wore my skirt, and he flipped it up so he could palm my ass. “This is sexy, baby.”
