Page 61 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I felt his dick on my thigh earlier. And it was hard.

Where is the guy getting all of this self-control from?

I walk out of the bathroom, and at first, I don’t even see Cash leaning up against the wall, staring at me.

“Uh… can I help you?”

The way he’s looking at me has me second-guessing whether I’m wearing a towel.

Slightly startled, I grab for the fabric.

Cash starts toward me, and I back into the wall.

“I hope you weren’t making yourself come in there.”

His words have me gasping for air. There’s no telling what state I’ll be in if and when we actually have sex.

I find Cash’s eyes in the darkness. How dare he read me so easily when he’s one of the biggest assholes I know? It’s not fair he can tell what I’m thinking.

I fold my arms across my chest and challenge him with my eyes. “I was right there. And then you interrupted me.”

“Good,” says Cash. “I’m glad to hear that.” He scans my body from head to toe, and the look in his eye tells me he’s thinking about how I’ll feel underneath him.

“You don’t live here, Sienna, which means you don’t make the rules. And you have just broken a big one.”

“Rules? Seriously? Maybe you should post them on the fridge so a girl knows.”

“Hm,” grunts Cash, sliding a finger over his bottom lip as his eyes work their way back up to my face. “That would be highly inappropriate.”

He steps in close, and his height totally consumes me.

My pulse spikes, and now everything is fuzzy. It’s hard to focus with him this close.

My gaze darts across his face. His jaw is strong, and his nose is perfectly straight. His hypnotic green eyes are powerful enough to snap me out of my trance.

“You do not get to touch yourself when you are living here,” says Cash. “Do you understand?”

I will happily let Cash have his way with me. But I won’t nod and agree—and let him think he has the upper hand.

“Do you understand?” he repeats.

I answer his question with a smile and lower my hand to his dick.

Rock. Solid.

I moan in a way I know he’ll like, and I feel his length twitch in response.

He’s big. But I’d expect nothing less from a man as arrogant as he is.

Cash does one last take of my body, and then his lips are crashing against mine.

He steals my breath, and my pulse disappears for a few beats.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

His tongue claims my mouth, but I don’t let him win so easily. I fight back, determined to control the kiss as our tongues battle for dominance. The line between lust and hate is a very thin one, and we just blurred it.

Cash lifts me onto his shoulder like I weigh nothing and kicks open his bedroom door. He drops me onto his mattress and his mouth is instantly back on mine, his hands everywhere.