Jules
Lesley and the guys roped Kaden into cordoning off Club Shadow’s VIP loft for my birthday party. The first floor is packed with dancing bodies as the band owns the stage with their last set of the night. Garen’s voice belts out a haunting melody of love and second chances.
The after party is about to begin.
I look around the empty loft. An elaborate cake takes center stage on the appetizer station sitting against the wall at one end of the space. Balloons cling to the ceiling, their strings hanging down, parting like curtains as one moves through the loft. Grouped seating areas have been arranged around an area left free for dancing. Flameless candles provide ambience from the small round tabletops.
“This place looks amazing.” Turning at the sound of his deep voice, I find Cash standing behind me. “Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner,” he says, landing a kiss on my cheek. “Had another emergency meeting with the Board.”
“It’s okay. The party hasn’t started yet anyway.” He’s been in a constant state of flux since his wife’s arraignment, so I’m not surprised he spent another long day at the office.
“I think we finally ironed out the kinks in Monica’s resignation.” He grabs a bottle of champagne from a bucket of ice and pops the top. “How about we make the most of this time before everyone starts coming up in droves?” The bubbly spills over, and we both laugh as he fills two flutes.
“How was your day?” he asks, handing me a flute before taking a sip from his own.
I hold the glass but don’t bring it to my lips. “It was good. My sister surprised me with a visit this morning.”
He raises a brow at that.
“I’m still hurt by the betrayal, but I think we’re on our way to salvaging what’s left of our relationship.” I trace the rim of my flute with my pointer finger. “She’s still my sister.”
“Please tell me Chris stayed in Oklahoma where he belongs.”
“He’s not coming back, Cash.”
“Well that’s cause for celebration.” The band transitions into a slow guitar intro, and he sets his glass on the table. “Dance with me?”
I abandon my untouched champagne next to his and take his hand. “I’d love to.”
He pulls me into his arms, and we begin swaying to the music. “We shared our first kiss over there,” he whispers, chin resting on the crown of my head. I focus on the spot he’s talking about—the wall in the very back of the room—and remember how desperate we were back then.
How desperate we still are.
As if my thoughts are mirrored in his head, he reaches for my ass and pulls me snug against him. “Being away from you makes me hornier than hell, Jules.”
My breath catches. As I cup his erection through his pants, his mouth finds mine, and the next thing I know, we’re stumbling toward that wall under the cover of dim light. He pushes me against it as I reach for his zipper.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says with a groan against my lips as I curl my fingers around his cock.
I inch back and meet his eyes. “We don’t need one.”
“We don’t?”
“No.” I slide my hand along his jaw, thumb grazing the stubble there, and I’d give anything to feel that scruffy face between my thighs. “I hope you meant it when you said you wanted children.”
His gaze widens, going metallic with heat. “I meant it.”
“That’s good, because I’m pregnant.”
He searches my face for several long heartbeats. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
His mouth slams down on mine, and every dart of his tongue owns me to my soul. We break apart all too soon, and he grips my cheeks between his hands. “You just gave me the best news of my life.”
“Really?” I blink, staunching the threat of tears.
“Fuck yes.” He pulls me away from the wall and bends me over the arm of a chair. His fingers are warm and rough against my skin as he yanks my leggings down my thighs, baring my ass. His palm lands on my left butt cheek with a sound slap.
I glance over my shoulder in shock, but something about the way he’s standing behind me, arm raised in preparation for another smack, steals my breath. Getting spanked by him in the loft of his brother’s club, where anyone could catch us, thrills me more than it should. I raise my ass in silent invitation. Fisting my blond locks with his free hand, he yanks my head back and lands another one on my bottom.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Thank God.” He grips my ass and plunges to the hilt, and we both moan. “I was dying to fuck you like this the first time I kissed you.” His breaths are hot and fast against my ear, splashing heat down my neck. “I’ve never craved anyone as much as I crave you.”
I push my ass into his groin, urging him deeper. “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance, Jules.” He rams me from behind, and each thrust is a frantic, raw, untamed claim on me. The band launches into the next song, and the riff of an electric guitar drifts to the loft from the first floor, accompanied by the drum beat.
The music floods my ears, but all of my other senses belong to Cash, and I close my eyes to amplify each remaining one.
The linger of his champagne kiss on my lips.
The wafting spiciness of his skin.
The deep thrusts of his cock.
Only a few minutes pass before I come in a violent wave, and my spine bows under his onslaught. Mouth forming a muted circle of ecstasy, my eyelids drift up, and I find the shocked gaze of his brother staring back from the top of the stairs.