“Yeah, I figured that out when you came in two-point-two.”
“Sorry I didn’t get you ready,” he said, kissing my temple.
I slid my hand over his stomach. “Did I feel like I wasn’t ready?”
“Not the point. I shoulda taken more time. You’re new to all this.”
I settled my chin on his chest and met his eyes. “Can you do something for me, please?”
“Anything.”
“Can you maybenotmention the fact I was a virgin before you punched my V-Card, oh, I don’t know, pretty muchevery timewe fuck?”
“I don’t mention—”
“You do,” I argued. “Every single time.”
“Just want to make sure you enjoy yourself, Teagan. Not tryin’ to be a dick.”
“I get that. And I appreciate it. I just don’t need a reminder that I was basically the last American virgin, and my only option was to finally give it up to a man ten years my senior. I mean, you’re, like, almost thirty.”
“Fuck, that’s positively elderly.”
“Right?” I breathed out. “You’re about ready for your AARP membership.”
Cash flipped me onto my back and slid his hand between my legs. “You wanna take that back, Teagan?”
“Your AARP membership? I don’t think I can. I’m too young.”
He dropped his head to the mattress to stifle his laughter, and I couldn’t stop a smile, especially considering he managed to keep his hand firmly between my legs.
Before things could progress, however, someone banged on the door. “Cash!”
“Shit,” I hissed, scrambling off the bed.
“Yeah?” Cash called back, easing off the bed like he had all the time in the world.
“Booker needs a word,” the voice called back as Cash slid his jeans on… commando.
I threw my clothes back on, finding my shredded panties in the corner and grimacing as I held them up. Cash snagged them from me with a grin and shoved them into his jeans pocket. I mean mugged him as I pulled my hair into a ponytail using the scrunchy I had around my wrist.
“Be right there,” Cash said as he tugged on his T-shirt.
“How are you so calm?” I whispered.
“If I run around like you,” he said with a shrug. “At my advanced age, I might break a hip.”
I gasped, grabbing a pillow, and chucking it at his head.
He dodged it with a laugh, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your parents’ room, then see what my dad wants.”
I tried to keep my head up as we walked next door and he waited for me to step inside. I didn’t fully relax until the door closed behind me, though, and I headed into the closet for a change of clothes.
Cash
IMADE MY way downstairs and knocked on my dad’s office door which was already slightly open. “Come in.”
I walked inside and flopped into one of the chairs across from his desk. “You rang?”
