fucking possessing me. He’s wiping all of my memories away. He’s showing me what else there is. It’s like he’s a drug and I know I shouldn’t take it but I want to. I’m craving it. Why Madison wouldn’t want this addiction for the one she pays for is beyond my understanding. Cash is all that and more.
Cash leans in and when he talks his lips brush against mine. “I will fuck Landon out of you. You won’t remember anything that he’s ever done to your body. You’ll learn things about your body that you never knew before.” I swallow hard. “I’m going to own your body.”
My head falls back against the wall as he enters me. He’s rough and it should hurt but it doesn’t. My heart is beating too hard I’m afraid it’s going to give out or maybe it’s the lack of oxygen. My back burns as he pounds into me relentlessly.
Cash moves back, my body following, and pushes me up against the opposite wall. “How bad have you always wanted this?”
His one hand that was on my ass reaches up and grabs my hair causing my head to snap back against the wall. I blink trying to clear the darkness.
I pant, trying to catch my breath. Thank God that was just a vision. I swallow still feeling Cash’s hand around my neck. His chest presses against me.
I raise my hand, “Don’t.”
I shake my head trying to clear the daydream away. When I look back over to Cash, he smiles then buries his head into my neck. I should push him away but I don’t. It was just a dream, Macy.
Cash bites my neck playfully. “You’re a fucking tease.”
I giggle and shove him away. It’s fucking hot in here. No, it’s not, it’s the dream that’s making me hot.
“And you made my penis hard.”
I relax and roll my eyes, “You’re such a fucking weirdo, Cash Bryant.”
“I’m hungry.”
I tense. Holy fucking shit.
Cash laughs, “For pizza. I’m hungry for pizza.”
My shoulders slump in relief. “Uh-huh.”
As we’re walking to the pizza place I wonder if I should tell Cash about the daydream. Every time he bumps into my shoulder I tense. It’s not a bad thing, it just makes me a little uneasy because it could be a reality.
We sit down, order a pizza and some beers. When the waitress comes back Cash asks her to bring a bottle of Jack Daniels over. She looks at him but nods and walks away. No one denies these football players anything.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I ask when she leaves us.
“It’s a great idea,” Cash says in between bites of pizza.
The waitress sits the bottle down in front of Cash and he gives her a killer smile. He’s working her over and she falls for it. Her cheeks flush as she scurries away.
Cash takes the paper on the straw off.
I raise my eyebrow at him. “What are you doing with that straw?”
Cash puts the straw in the bottle. “It’s so much simpler.”
It takes him a few tries to get the straw in his mouth. He’s still sucking on the straw as his arms pull the bottle away. Some of the whiskey dribbles down his face. Cash reaches up and wipes it away with the back of his hand.
I look away trying to hold back my laughter. I’m not as drunk anymore. I’ve still got a good buzz going but that’s all I can allow myself. Clearly I can’t handle my alcohol if I almost had sex with my best friend.
When I look back to Cash he has a serious look on his face. “Do you have one of those sippy cups my sister uses?”
I can’t contain the laughter that bubbles up. Cash is adorable and so carefree when he’s drunk. He’s fun and playful.
“No, I don’t have a cup like your sister uses.” I laugh harder when he frowns.
I grab for my beer, the same one I’ve had since we got here, but I lose my hold on it and it spills all over Cash.
“Shit,” I reach for my napkin and toss it to him. “Sorry.”
Cash gets this look of pleasure on his face. “Ahh,” he leans back against the seat. “That was refreshing.”
It’s time to go, I need to get him to bed. He’s going to regret this in the morning. I stand from the table. “Cash, I’ll be right back. I’m going to use the bathroom.”
I don’t wait for a response as I walk to the bathroom.