I scrunched my face, horrified. “Ew, please don’t say that about my mama.”
Cash laughed as he plopped down next to me, leaving a little space between us. “I’m saying though. I see where you get it from. The fineness is clearly genetic.”
I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. ”Uh huh. So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?”
He leaned back, arms stretched across the back of the couch like he was making himself at home in my space. “I want to see you, just ‘cause?”
“Mmhmm.” I looked him up and. down, tapping my finger against my lips. “Just ‘cause, huh?”
“You don’t believe me?”
I stared at him, really trying to feel out his energy.
He looked away first.
“Work shit,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Got a lot on my mind and didn’t feel like going home.”
“You wanna talk about it?” I asked, voice softening.
He turned toward me with a smile, clearly surprised that I said something sweet. “Aww, let me find out you care for a nigga.”
I snatched a pillow and tossed it at his chest. “Boy, shut up! See? This why I can’t be nice to you now.”
I laughed as I started to get up, but he was quick. Cash pulled me into his lap, and I landed on him with a yelp, pressed up against the solid warmth of him.
“You play too much,” I huffed, half-heartedly trying to get up again.
“You keep saying that,” he murmured, his arms tightening around me. “But you love it here.”
Something about the way he held me made my heart slow down. I just stared up at him, getting lost in his dark brown eyes. I was really falling for a whole drug lord at my big age.
His thumb brushed my jaw. “Can I kiss you?”
I nodded, words caught in my throat. His lips touched mine, soft at first, but then he deepened the kiss like he wanted me to feel that shit in my chest.
His hand slid under my shirt and cupped my breast. I moaned into his mouth as he toyed with my nipple, my thighs clenching reflexively.
He pulled back, breath warm against my lips. His fingers were still playing with my nipple, while his other trailed lower until it was pressing against the heat between my legs.
“You not wearing any draws, Jas?”
“Find out for yourself,” I whispered, tugging his bottom lip with my teeth.
His fingers slipped past my waistband.
“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging through my slick folds. “You stay ready for me, huh?”
I sucked my teeth. “I don’t even be thinking about you like that.”
“You sure?” His thumb circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me jump. “Then why you leaking all over my hand?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, but it didn’t stop the moan that slipped out when he pulled his hand free and licked it, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Sit up for me, baby.”
I eased off his lap, heart thudding in my chest as I leaned back into the couch. He dropped to his knees, hooked his arms under my thighs, and tugged my shorts down as I lifted my hips.
“I’m tryna have a late-night snack,” he said, nipping the inside of my thigh. “Can I taste her, sweetheart?”
