Cash
My heartbeat takes forever to return to normal. At some point, I roll to my back and nestle her against my side. She throws one leg over mine, and her fingers dance across my abs. Her cheek is warm on my chest, the gentle rise and fall of her lungs a sleep-inducing song to my ears. After the stress of the day, I’m ready to surrender to the heaviness of my lids, if only for a few minutes.
“How did you meet Monica?” Her voice startles me back to the here and now, and though Monica is the last person I want to talk about, I understand why Jules is curious.
“I can’t remember the exact moment we met. Our families have been close for decades, so I think we always just knew each other.”
“Were you close growing up?”
“For the most part, yeah. Monica was like an annoying little sister to Kade and me. We used to play in the mud together.” I laugh at the memory. “Roni would get so pissed at us for corrupting her daughter.”
“When did friendship change to more?”
I walk two fingers down Jules’ arm, thinking back to my youth. “In high school. One day I woke up and noticed she wasn’t a kid anymore. But nothing happened until years after college.” The clouds thicken beyond the bedroom window, obscuring the sun, and I find the weather a perfect match for where this conversation is headed. “At some point, she fell for my brother.”
Jules widens her eyes. “That must have been awkward.”
I shift until we’re lying face-to-face. “I found out the day she went missing. He was screwing her before we got married, and I had no idea anything was going on between them.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, palming my cheek, and I hate the pity I spy in her expression.
I press a finger to her lips. “Don’t apologize. I know I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner, but I don’t want your pity.” The pad of my finger drops from her soft lips, and she darts her tongue out to wet them.
“You’re not an idiot, Cash. You gave them your trust, and they broke it.”
“Even so, I feel like a fool. Monica has always been harder to read, but Kaden is my twin. I should’ve known.”
“What if you had known? Would it have changed anything?”
I think back to all the hellish months, to Monica’s mood swings and frigid stares. To the way she shut me out without explanation or recourse, and a heavy sense of saddened rage ignites in my gut. Her honesty could have saved us both so much heartache.
“Yeah, it would’ve changed things. I wouldn’t have gone down this road with her if I’d known she had a history with my brother.” I push Jules to her back, pressing her into the mattress. “But then I might not have met you, so I wouldn’t change a thing.”
A small smile graces her lips. “I’m glad we met.”
“Me too,” I murmur, touching my mouth to hers in a brief kiss. “What about you? You were running from something the day we met. You never did tell me all the details.”
The light in her eyes dims a little as she nibbles on her lower lip. “I got into a huge fight with Chris over money and his drinking. It was getting bad.” She pauses, and I’d do anything to take away the dark shadow of pain rolling over her face. “We broke up for the thousandth time, and I went to the club and got wasted.”
“And slept with your married boss,” I finish for her. I don’t know much about what happened back in Oklahoma, but I remember her telling me that much. It’s not every day a potential employee is so direct in an interview.
“I don’t even remember it. I woke up the next morning and realized what I’d done, and I…” A breath shudders off her lips, and the rapid flutter of her lids tells me she’s fighting tears.
“Did you love him?”
She shakes her head. “He was just a distraction from the problems I didn’t want to face. My relationship with Chris had deteriorated to the point of no return. We were volatile together.”
“Some would call that passion.”
“We had it in the beginning.”
“But not in the end?”
“No,” she whispers, reaching between us to wrap her fingers around my cock. Instantly, I go hard and thick in the tight glove of her hand. “And never like this.”
I drop my head, groaning into her shoulder. “I’ll never get enough of your touch, Jules.”
“I’ll never tire of touching you.”
“I don’t have any more condoms on me.”
“That’s okay,” she says as she rolls me to my back. “We don’t need them for this.” Her gaze flicks up to meet mine as she crawls down my chest, blond hair trailing over my abs. She fastens her lips around my cock, and her expression is a mixture of sexual guile and determination.
Empowerment and seduction.
Her full lips stretch around me in perfection—as if that mouth were designed to suck cock. She’s just begun, but already my control is slipping. Eyes drifting shut, I concentrate on enjoying what she’s so eager to give.
“Fucking hell, Jules.” I thrust my hips upward and expel a pleading moan for more.
Goddamn, does she ever give it to me. She licks along the underside, swirls her tongue around the head, then takes me so deep that I almost lose my shit. Gripping her by the hair, I groan her name.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it all.”
Emboldened by her tiny moans, I push on the back of her head, urging her lips toward the root of my shaft, and lodge the tip of my cock between her tonsils. She has zero fucking fear, and her willingness to take my length into her mouth owns me to my soul. She increases the tempo, the suction, gagging relentlessly with each journey to the back of her throat. Still, she doesn’t pull away.
Not that I’d let her. I’m not prepared to give her mercy.
Because I’m wrecked, lost in the warm suction of her mouth, my neck at a constant strain as I will my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. This girl knows how to give head, and I can’t for the life of me understand how her ex criticized her for a supposed lack of skill.
What a fucking idiot.
She’s got my hands shaking, fingers tightening in her hair with each thrust of my hips bringing me in and out of her beautiful mouth. Reality narrows to this room, to this bed. A car rumbles outside in the alley, wisps of conversation drift from down the vestibule, and life is in bull-blown motion beyond the sanctuary of these four bedroom walls.
Despite all that, the world fails to exist. In this moment, I’m reduced to this wanton need clawing inside me, destroying me as her mastery sucks the fucking life out of me.
“Jesus Christ, Jules.”
No one’s ever held this kind of power over me. This beautiful, independent, sexy woman is making me the center of her universe, and I’m entranced, ruined for all others.
“Never seen anything so goddamn sexy. You have no clue what you do to me.” I push deep into her throat one last time, legs trembling, on the verge of coming. Before my control slips, I pull her off my cock.
“I need to fuck you.”
Hesitating, I search her face, but all I find is trust and love lighting her sable eyes. “We don’t need a condom for what I have in mind.”