“Get your ass in the car,” he ordered, giving said ass a smack before opening the passenger side door.
I laughed and slid into the car.
“Are you really okay with Huck now?” I asked as we drove.
“He killed a man for my sister, Turtle. I’m more than okay with him.”
“That’s all it took?”
“Well, no. I’ve watched him over the past few weeks. He’s a good guy. And he took every ounce of shit I threw at him and didn’t back down.”
I nodded. “I saw that as well. I really like him, and your sister loves him like crazy. Almost as much as I love you.”
Cash grinned, reaching for my hand. “Almost, huh?”
“There isn’t another human on this planet who could love a person as much as I love you.”
“Baby, don’t say shit like that when I can’t fuck you immediately.”
I squeezed his hand. “Then hurry and get us home.”
He did as I suggested, pulling my car into his garage, and then guiding me into the house and back to his bedroom. We removed clothing as we went, trying not to trip over anything as we tugged frantically at each other.
“On your knees,” Cash ordered once we reached the bedroom.
I didn’t hesitate, climbing onto the mattress and positioning myself on all fours. Cash settled himself behind, sliding two fingers inside of me. “Soaked.”
“Yes,” I said on a whimper. “Don’t make me wait.”
“I wouldnever,” he teased, burying himself deep and I arched into him, taking him even deeper.
Gripping my hips, he slammed into me, over and over, harder and harder until he built one hell of an orgasm in me, and I cried out as it hit, and it hit hard. Cash wasn’t far behind me, rolling us gently to the mattress as we fought to catch our breath.
He slid out of me, and I rolled to face him with a giant grin on my face. “Okay, that has to happen more often.”
He ran a thumb over my bottom lip. “Happy to oblige.”
Before I could say anything else, his doorbell rang.
“Are you expecting anyone?” I asked.
“No.” He sat up and grabbed his phone. “It’s probably Archer.”
I slid off the bed. “I’m going to clean up.”
“Okay,” he said distractedly, then, “It’s not Archer.”
“Who is it?”
He craned his head to look at me. “Some red-head.”
I scooted around the bed and looked over his shoulder at his phone. “Oh my god. Is that Gloria?”
“What? No, Gloria’s blonde,” he said, using his fingers to make the picture bigger. “Wait. Holy shit, thatisGloria.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Ew, why would she come here?”
“No fucking clue.”
