Locked Heart (Cash Me Outside 1)

“I’m happy you have a team of people who look out for you. It’s sweet.”

“Yeah, I love to hate them, and they can be annoying as fuck, but deep down, we all know we’ve got each other’s backs.”

“It’s good to have that.”

“Do you have something like that? I know your mom is pretty absent—”

“How do you know my mom and dad are absent?”

I look down at my feet as they walk over the hardened desert ground. “I might’ve called once or twice after you blocked me?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. She said you needed to stay away from people like me. And I assume she didn’t mean wannabe rock stars.” I risk a glance his way.

“You’d be right about that. They didn’t take me coming out well at all. It’s really only been the last few years they finally let it go, but then …”

“Then what?”

“Well, something happened that made them start again. I’ve only recently moved back to Nevada, and it hasn’t exactly been the warmest welcome.”

Locke hasn’t told me much about his new life, and I don’t know if there’s a reason for that or if we just haven’t found the right moment yet.

“Then I’ll make sure to give you the biggest welcome home.”

He nudges me. “It’ll be a double celebration. You’re finally home too.”

Anywhere with you is where I want to make my home.

Yeah, don’t say that.

Hello, crazy ex-clinger.

Locke stops walking and tugs on my hand.

I turn to him, pressing our chests together. “What’s up?”

“I mean it, Cash. The minute—no, the second I saw you again, it was truly like coming home. I’ve never had that since I was eighteen years old.”

I suck in a sharp breath because this is all too much. It’s amazing and real and deep, but … it’s too much.

Yet, I find myself agreeing with him wholeheartedly. “You’re my home too.”

Locke’s hand hits the steering wheel. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

I laugh around his cock.

“I think we need a rule,” he says breathlessly. “No declarations of mushy crap that turns us into horny bastards right before driving so far.”

I pull off him and replace my mouth with my hand. “So far. So fucking far.”

“Cash …” He throws his head back, but then as if remembering he has to keep his eyes on the road, he grunts and turns his attention back to where we’re heading. “If we get run off the road and you die, Thorne will kill me. I assume Seb will too.”

“You’re the one not wearing a seat belt. If anyone’s dying here, it’s you.”

“You took my seat belt off. Right before you attacked me.”

“Such a fierce attack too.” I pump his cock hard.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

“You want this to be over? Give me what I want and the rest of the drive will be a satisfied one.”

“What do you want?”

“Your cum in my mouth.” I don’t give him a chance to respond.

My tongue teases the head of his cock before I take him all the way to the back of my throat. I move my hand to fondle his balls, and the moan he lets out is so loud it drowns out the radio which is on some pop station.

Even his shitty taste in music isn’t enough to turn me off him.

Locke thrusts into my mouth. He breathes hard.

And when he comes, I’m too distracted savoring it to freak out about the car taking a massive swerve.

Instead, I pull off him with a laugh. “Wow, you really weren’t joking when you said I could run you off the road.”

“Your mouth could get us both killed.”

“Hmm, dying with your dick out. Both embarrassing and an awesome legacy to leave behind.”

“Of course you’d think that. Could you maybe give me a hand here?”

“Geez, I just gave you a blowjob, now you need a handy too?”

“Cash,” Locke whines.

“Fine.” I reach over and tuck him back in his pants and do up his fly, though from this angle, there’s no way I’m getting his button done up. “Good enough.”

I feel his stare on me as he continues to drive. “Shouldn’t you be paying attention to the road?”

“I should be, but fuck … this is crazy. This whole day has been.”

“Yeah, it has.” I glance over at him. “And we have the next few days to make it even more memorable.”

Locke doesn’t miss what I’m insinuating. “If you think I’m going to let you hole up in my hotel room for three days straight, you’re going to be disappointed. Let’s do Vegas the way we wanted to way back when.”

“When we were clearly underage so could never get into anywhere good? Is that what you mean?”

“Exactly. We won’t need to use our terrible fake IDs that were so clearly fake.”

“I won’t need ID at all. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m kind of a big deal.”