A camera flash from the bush caught my eye. I bristled and glanced at Dom.
He shrugged. “I’m learning to let them get on with it. If I hide, it becomes a sport to them.”
There was no trace of irony in his words, and Lucky skidded to a stop beside us before I could respond, long hair flying in the wind. He tumbled into Dom’s lap, and rather than be snapped on the gossip sites as a third wheel, I got up and left them to it.
Cash was facing away from me, the sun on his bare back as he bent to retrieve the football. When he straightened up, his dark blond hair was in his face, obscuring his vision until I was right up on him. I pushed the stray locks behind his ears. “All right?”
His answering grin was everything. “Course I am. I got you.”
His flushed cheeks and bright green gaze hypnotised me. I laughed, still half convinced he was a dream. That the fragile, brooding man he’d left behind would return at any moment. “Can’t argue with that. What do you want to do now? I reckon Dom and Lucky are going to go home and fuck.”
“You’re half right. They’re going to Dom’s place to do it, though.”
“So we have the house to ourselves?”
“Yup. Let’s go.”
I didn’t take much persuading to jump on the tube and head back to Tottenham. Cash’s house had become my home, and I’d never felt as though I belonged somewhere so perfectly before. Sabbing had been my life, but Cash was my world.
We tumbled through the front door, me first, pretty much hauling Cash by his collar. I pushed him against the door and kissed him fiercely, as though I could channel every happy moment he’d given me over the last few months through my lips and say thank you, I love you, and I’m so fucking glad Goon didn’t kill you.
I didn’t have the upper hand for long, though. Cash let me have my way for all of ten seconds, then he shoved my chest, propelling me towards the downstairs bedroom.
“Get in there.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I sauntered to the open door, stripping as I went. Behind me he chuckled, but when we reached the bed, the air between us shifted again. Cash slipped around me and lay back on the bed, T-shirt gone, his strong chest moving fast enough for me to know he was buzzed. He undid his jeans in a silent, open invitation:come and get it.
I ditched my own jeans, socks, and underwear, and then hooked my hands under his shoulders, hauling him further onto the bed. His cock called my name, but first, I kissed him. He tasted of strawberry ice cream and love. I couldn’t get enough. The kiss deepened, and I lost my tenuous control. Tongues and teeth clashed. I grappled wildly with his jeans until they joined mine on the floor.
His underwear followed. I gripped his dick, pumping it, absorbing the energy pulsing beneath the satiny skin. “What do you want?”
He shivered. “You.”
“Uh-huh. Be specific.”
“Why? You know I like surprises.”
I did know it. Our first encounters had always been him on top, but life had moved on since then. Cash was a versatile lover, as easy as his smile, and fucking him was incredible.
So incredible, I couldn’t resist.
I kissed my way down his body, pausing at the sensitive spots I’d committed to memory and scraping them gently with my teeth. Cash liked a bit of pain with his pleasure, and I was learning his limits. Enjoying them. I bit his hipbone and twisted his nipple between my fingers.
He gasped and canted his hips. “God, don’t tease me, Rae. I’ve been craving you all damn day.”
Powerless to resist, I parted his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth, letting saliva coat my fingers. Working him open was, by now, like breathing, and his ragged moans set me on fire. I could’ve sucked his dick all day. Made an evening of curling my fingers inside him just enough to make him cry out and curse my name.
But he needed more. “Rae, fuck me. Please.”
Grinning, I retrieved the proper lube—a slippery vegan concoction Lucky had given us for Christmas—and slathered it on the both of us. My fingers slipped inside him again, and he felt so fucking good. Maybe I would just—
“Rae.”
Or maybe not.
I crawled over Cash, aligning our bodies, and pushed inside him. He tensed, and clutched me tight against him, but discomfort didn’t mar his face for long. We were good at this, and I knew exactly how long to wait before I set a slow, grinding rhythm that made my arms shake and my toes curl.
Beneath me, Cash arched his back. “Fuck, Rae. So good, so good.”
