he flipped me over and caged me between his arms with his body looming on top of mine.
“Is that right?”
His dominance and heady demeanor were igniting every last part of me on fire. I’d never felt this way with anyone. It had always been Cash. Our legs entwined, rubbing together. He didn’t miss a beat, kissing along my jawline, my neck, and deliberately making his way down my chest.
His breathing escalated, grinding against me. Creating friction from his dick on my wet core.
I moaned, and he painfully groaned, “Fuck me, Junie. I gotta stop.”
I’d never forget the raspy way he uttered my name. It was full of emotion, mixed with need, and something I couldn’t place.
An urgency? An awakening? For me?
<>Cash<>
I lost my shit.
My intention was to lay with her on my bed and have her catch me up on her life. I should have known better. I’d been drinking. I was careless. Wanting her so fuckin’ bad made my balls ache and my dick throb.
I knew I needed to slow down, but goddamn, she felt like everything I’d ever wanted. Up until this moment, I had no clue what that was. Allowing myself to feel her in this intimate way only proved it was her I yearned for. I couldn’t help myself.
All the buildup.
The anticipation.
Our flirty banter.
It fucked with my head. It was more than I could have ever imagined.
She was more than I could have ever imagined.
I went from seeing her as nothing but a child to this woman I couldn’t for the life of me stay away from. I always proved to have more pride than sense. I wanted what I wanted, when I wanted it.
Bottom line.
End of story.
Women were nothing but disposable to me at any given time. I was used to the emotional detachment.
The sex.
The fucking.
The raw, animalistic nature to come.
I was a man.
A fuckin’ rock star.
Pussy meant nothing to me. It was a totally foreign feeling, what I was experiencing right now with Journey. She was in my soul, and it was a hole I never wanted to climb out of.
Once my mouth reached the top of her tits, I loudly groaned and placed my forehead on her cleavage.
“Fuck. I don’t trust myself when I’m this close to you. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Umm...” She panted, making my dick twitch. “I have some idea based off ... well, you know.”
Looking up at her through the slits of my eyes. “My hard cock? Jesus Christ, Junie, you can’t even say it. How innocent are you?”
“I—”
“Don’t answer that. I won’t be able to handle it right now.” Not allowing doubt to set in and make itself home in my mind, I got off her.
“Where are you going?”
“To take a cold fuckin’ shower.”
“Oh,” she spoke in a soft murmur. “Was it something I did? I know I don’t have the experience you’re used to. I just ... I mean...”
I jerked back around. “I haven’t had blue balls since I was a kid. It’s your innocence that turns me on. Trust me, Junie. I’m takin’ a cold shower to fuck my fist, so I don’t fuck you right here, right now.”
Before she could reply, I left her. Knowing deep in my heart, I’d never fuck her. But mentally ...
I wasn’t ready for the alternative either.
For her sake.
And mine.
Chapter 6
“Ability may get you to the top, but it takes character to keep you there.”
-Stevie Wonder
<>Journey<>
Four hours later, the wheels touched down on the ground in our hometown. Under different circumstances, I was sure Cash would have been received with a warm, loving welcome from everyone in our family. However, it was the complete opposite situation. A lone black limo with a driver waited for our arrival instead.
When my eyes shifted over to Cash, I saw the hesitation written clear across his handsome face while his bodyguards quickly escorted us off the plane. I wasn’t used to having an arsenal of huge, bodybuilder men surrounding me, and it was as intimidating as it sounded.
I grabbed Cash’s hand, feeling he needed the support for whatever inner turmoil he was battling, being back in the past he thought he left behind long ago.
Oak Island.
He squeezed my already tight grasp, probably sensing I might need the reassurance as well. I desperately wanted to believe I was doing the right thing. At least I thought it was. Being here with him had my mind spinning with insecurities I wasn’t expecting or prepared for.
Our dynamic rapidly changed after he finished