“I don’t know
,” I repeat, even though it would be nice to spend some alone time with Cash.
“It’s done.” He rolls me to my back then scoops me up
, carrying me into the bathroom before setting me on my feet outside the shower. “I’ll get up in the morning, take the kids to Ma, and then come back and we can spend the morning in bed before going on a date tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know why you try to make things seem like it’s a question when you know your mind is already made up
,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“What
, you don’t want to spend some time with just me?” he asks, taking my hand and pulling me into the shower.
“You know it’s not that.”
“You’re just using me for my body, aren’t you?” he asks, and I can’t help but to look over said body and admire every detail. His body is perfect. I watch as the water runs down and over every muscle; his chest has a little bit of hair—just the right amount—and down under his navel is a strip of hair, which makes a path to his perfect cock. “My eyes are up here, baby,” he says, and I watch his cock twitch. I lick my lips and hear him groan. “You’re not helping, Lil,” he says, pushing me under the water. I sputter and wipe the water out of my face.
“What the hell
?” I glare at him.
“You can’t look at me like that. We need to shower and go to bed
, and you can’t look at me like that…looking how you do, with your body all wet and slick...
fuck,
” he growls, his hands sliding along my hips to palm my ass. “Let’s just say that if you look at me like that, neither of us will be getting any sleep tonight.” His hands slide up my back and into my hair, tilting my head back, his mouth coming down on mine, stealing my breath. “Now, tomorrow you can look at me like that all day long.” He smiles, showing off both dimples. “In fact, I plan on doing a lot of looking of my own.” His eyes leave mine, trailing down my body. “But for now,” he says, sounding like he’s in pain, “for now we need to get washed up and go to bed.”
“Okay
,” I agree, even though the space between my legs has begun to throb. I look over him again, my eyes catching on his massive erection.
“Lil
,” he growls. My eyes come up.
“Okay,
okay.” I take a step away from him, and grab my shampoo and start washing my hair quickly. I can hear Cash breathing heavily, but I don’t open my eyes. I’m afraid of what will happen if I look at him. I turn around quickly and grab my conditioner to run it through my hair. Then I grab my body wash, washing up while I let the conditioner sit. Once I’m washed, I start to rinse the conditioner from my hair. My head is back, eyes closed, and without warning, I feel his mouth on my nipple and fingers sliding through my folds. My body is still primed from earlier, and it doesn’t take much before I’m moaning my orgasm into the spray of the showerhead.
“We can’t shower together anymore
,” he states, picking me up. My legs wrap around his waist and he slides inside me.
“Yeah, no more showering together
,” I agree as I use my legs to grind down on him. By the time we finish our shower, we’re both exhausted, and it doesn’t take long for either of us to fall asleep.
“Baby
.”
“
Hm.” I try not to speak; I don’t want to wake up.
“I’m taking the kids to Ma’s
; I’ll be back,” I hear him say, but can’t really process it because I’m still trying to sleep. Then I feel weight hit my forehead and something slide down my cheek.
“Mommy
, I'm goin’ to Grandma’s,” Ashlyn says, and I open my eyes to see her up on her elbows looking at me. Her long hair is pulled up in what looks like two lopsided pigtails.
“Okay
, baby, have fun. Give me love before you go.” I roll to my side so I can hug her. “Where’s Jax?” I sit up to fix her hair.
“He was eating
,” she says, pulling her little head away from me.
“Hey
, I want to fix your hair.”
“Daddy fixed my hair
,” she says, jumping off the bed, her eyes narrowing.
“Sorry.” I try not to smile. Cash can do no wrong
, including her hair apparently. “Can I get a kiss before you leave?” I ask, and she belligerently climbs up onto the bed and gives me a kiss before jumping right back off the bed, leaving the room.
“You
’re awake?” Cash says, coming into the room.
“Yeah
, Ashlyn was just in here,” I tell him, getting up on my elbow.
“I wanted you to sleep
,” he grumbles, saying something else under his breath. He makes his way to me. His hands come down on each side of me on the bed. “You’re going to go back to sleep.” He kisses me, punctuating each word. “And when I get back, I’m going to climb back into bed with you.” He runs his nose down my neck.
“Sounds good
,” I breathe, feeling my nipples get hard and between my legs dampening.
“Daddy
, are we weabing?” Jax yells into the room before jumping up onto the bed. His presence is like a bucket of ice water on my libido.
“We are leaving
, little dude,” Cash says, standing. I sit all the way up; Jax jumps twice before plopping down on top of me, and his little hands come to my face.
“We
’re habing a sleep over with Grandma,” he tells me, his tiny face titling back and forth, studying me.
“I heard
; that sounds like fun,” I tell him, running my hand down his soft hair. I have no idea how his mom can stand to be away from him.
“Daddy said that we
’re going to Awaska.”
“We are
,” I tell him, looking up at Cash. I can’t wait to see my parents. I miss them so much, and I know that Ashlyn does too. Jax has been chatting with my dad whenever we’re able to Skype, and my dad has made Jax excited to come visit. I can’t wait to introduce Cash to my parents and show him where I grew up.
“I can’t wait to see a real life beer
,” he says, making me smile because I know he means bear.
“Well
, next week at this time, we will be on a plane,” I tell him. He hugs me quickly, making my heart melt. He jumps off the bed, running out of the room where I can hear him yell, “We’re gonna see beers!”
Cash laughs and I turn to look at him. “I thought we weren’t going to tell them that we
are going yet,” I say. We both agreed to tell the kids a couple days before we left so that we didn’t have to answer ‘are we leaving yet’ questions a hundred times a day.
“I know
, but they wanted to come in and wake you, so I told them I would tell them a secret if they let you sleep.”
“That didn’t work
,” I point out.
“Yeah
, I got that.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing me again. “All right, I’m going to go get the hellions to Ma’s; go back to sleep,” he says, and I don’t think I will be able to go back to sleep, but I slide back down into the bed, pulling the cover up over my shoulder. He kisses me once more before walking out of the bedroom. I watch him leave, enjoying the view of his very firm ass in his Levi’s. I can hear him talking to the kids. I hear the kids yell a goodbye and I smile before calling out that I love them. When I hear the door slam, I close my eyes, and before I know it, I’m asleep. I wake slightly when I’m pulled across the bed, and I feel weight and warmth behind me. I start to lift my head. “Sleep, babe. We’re kid-free until tomorrow,” he says, and I feel him kiss the back of my head, his warmth seeping into me from behind. I snuggle deeper into him before drifting back to sleep. I wake up feeling warm. I do not want to move, but I really need to pee, so I start to scoot off the bed when I'm tugged back. “Where are you going?” Cash asks, his voice rough with sleep.
“To the bathroom
,” I say, and his hand runs down my hip where his fingers squeeze in.
“Come back to bed when you
’re done.” I roll out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I make quick work of taking care of business so I can get back to Cash. Once I get back to the room, Cash is sitting up in bed, his back to the headboard, and his shirtless upper-body exposed. I crawl from the bottom of the bed, watching his eyes darken as I make my way up and straddle his waist. His hands slide up my thighs to my ass, pulling me tighter against him.
“So what are we going to do today?” I ask
, leaning in to kiss the tattoo of Jax and Ashlyn’s names on his chest. Unlike his brothers, he only has a couple of tattoos. This one has his kids’ names intertwined with sharp lines and a floral vine wrapped around them, almost like it’s holding them together. His other tattoo runs down his side along his ribs, and says, ‘Experience is the hardest kind of teacher. It gives you the test first, and the lesson afterward.’ The script is swirly and looks awesome against his skin. I can’t help but get lost looking at him. His well-defined abs lead down to a deep V that I trace with my fingers.
“Did you hear me?” He chuckles
, and I feel my cheeks get warm as my eyes meet his.
“What?”
“I said how about we have a naked house day?”
“A naked house day?” I repeat
, studying his face.
“Yep
.” His hands run up my thighs, and then under my tank top, his hands skimming my waist and over my breasts as he pulls it off over my head. “Naked house day.” His thumbs run over my nipples, making me arch closer to him. “The rules for naked house day are we stay naked all day, no matter what we’re doing.” His mouth covers one nipple; he pulls hard, then releases and blows a cool breath over it.
“Sounds like fun
,” I moan, my hands going to his hair as he gives my other nipple the same attention. “Did you just make this up?” I ask as he rolls me over, sliding inside.
“Yep
,” is all he says before I drag his mouth down to mine, wrapping my legs around him.
*~*~*
“No more!” I cry as I feel Cash come up behind me. I got away from him ten minutes ago. I thought naked house day sounded like fun this morning, but now it’s seven at night and I’m starving, my legs feel like they are going to fall off, my body is covered in love bites, and all I want to do is sleep.
“Babe
, you’re naked standing in the middle of the kitchen looking sexy as hell. I can’t help it,” he says, his mouth coming to my neck.
“No more.” I jump away from him
, running to the other side of the counter. “I need food,” I tell him, stepping back when I see that he looks ready to pounce.
“Okay, okay
, you’re right. I need to feed you,” he says, holding his hands out in front of him.
“Thank you
,” I sigh, my head dropping forward.
“After I feed you
, you’re mine again.”
“Did you take something?” I ask exasperated
ly.
“What?” He smirks
, showing off both dimples.
“It can’t be normal for a guy to get hard so quickly after
...” I say quietly, looking down at his very hard cock and waving my hand in its direction.
“
This
is all your fault.” His fist wraps around his cock and begins moving in slow strokes. “All I have to do is look at you and I’m ready to go again.”
“Food
,” I say, watching as he works himself. I lick my lips and feel my lower belly clench. I have no idea how I can still get wet after the amount of times I’ve orgasmed today.
“I
’ll feed you,” he says, taking a step closer to me. His free hand goes to my hip, turning me to face the countertop. “Put your hands flat on top and don’t move them.” I do as he says, my breasts pressing into the cold counter. He uses his foot to spread my legs farther apart; once he has me how he wants me, his fingers run over my clit, making my body jump at the contact. I feel like every nerve ending is exposed; the slightest touch is almost too much. “You’re wet,” he states, sounding almost surprised. I don’t say anything, just nod my head. I feel his warmth hit my back, his legs bending right before he fills me, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes.
“Oh
,” I moan as my fingers dig into the countertop.
“I love being inside you
,” he groans. He keeps pulling almost all the way out before slamming back inside, each thrust causing my sensitive nipples to slide over the counter. His hand slides around my waist before traveling down and over my clit. I press back against him, trying to get away from his fingers. Everything that I’m feeling is too much. Without warning, I hear a loud smack and feel the sting from his palm against my ass. My body jumps, and I feel myself become even wetter. I cry out when his fingers pinch my clit, and my body bucks against his as I orgasm. I clench around him. My body burns from the inside out. Lights dance behind my closed eyelids. I know I’m dragging him over with me when I feel his fingers digging into my hips and his loud roar fills the room. His body collapses on top of mine. I can feel his heart beating wildly against my back, his chest heaving up and down.
“I think you’re trying to kill me with orgasms
,” I say into the top of the counter.