His hips buck as he moves in and out of my hole, but he goes slow. “I can’t believe we never did this back then.” He sounds pained, like he’s trying to hold back.
My mouth moves next to his ear. “From memory, I offered. Also, you don’t need to be gentle with me. I can take it.”
“I’m trying to make this last. You feel amazing.”
“After all that edging, I don’t need it to last. You’ve barely moved inside me and I’m on the edge.” I kiss his cheek. “Let go, Cashton.”
He lets out a groan. “Oh, God.”
“Again, my name is Locke, but I guess God is okay too.”
“You’re so funny. Just for that …” With strength neither of us had ten years ago, Cash pushes me off him and onto my back on the couch. His callused, guitar-playing hands grip my knees and push them back while his cock finds my hole again.
He does what I wanted, and he lets go. He fucks me with no hesitation.
I don’t remember sex ever feeling this way.
I’ve had one-night stands that were great sex and no feelings. I’ve made love with all the feels of romance.
I’ve never experienced the mind-blowing sex filled with love and passion at the same time.
My head swims, my skin flushes. I break into a sweat and try to reach for my cock, but Cash swats my hand away.
“My job,” he grits out.
Then his hand is there, working me over while he continues to push past my prostate time and time again.
Even though I’d love for this to go on forever, I know I’m not going to make it much longer.
The dual sensation of his hand on my dick and his cock in my ass pushes me toward the finish line like a train with no brakes.
My mouth dries, my chest heaves, and as my whole body tenses, Cash lets out a strained grunt and slows.
His hand tightens on my cock. My ass contracts around his pulsing dick.
And in one quick breath, I come apart.
Ropes of cum hit my stomach.
Cash thrusts inside me one last time, and my dick twitches. He collapses on top of me, our sweaty bodies colliding, our breathing erratic.
“Feel that?” Cash rocks his hips as he pulls out of me. He might not be inside me anymore, but he doesn’t leave me. He buries his head in my neck, and I lower my legs to go around the backs of his thighs.
We stay on the small couch, wrapped in each other.
“What?” I breathe.
“The gigantic shift in the universe.”
“Is that what we’re calling your dick now? The universe?”
Cash laughs against my skin. “No. Ten years ago, my whole world was thrown off its axis when you left me. It’s been skewed ever since.” He lifts his head, and those warm brown eyes I fell in love with a long time ago stare down at me. “It’s finally fixed.”
I lean up and capture his mouth with mine, capturing the sweat off his top lip. It’s soft and sweet.
When he pulls away and his body leaves me, I furrow my brow.
He sits up, resting on his knees between my legs.
I’m covered in cum, he’s still wearing the condom, and his hair is a tangled mess.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“That you’ll come with me wherever I go? That we’ll make this work? Or now that the need for an orgasm has subsided, are you realizing how unrealistic that is?”
My heart sinks. “Is that what’s happening with you? I meant every word, but I don’t know how it will work. All I know is I want to try. I can’t live without you again. I just can’t. I’m lost without you. I don’t know who I am, nothing makes sense, and I do stupid impulsive things to try to forget you, but I can’t. I won’t.” I sit up, almost bringing us face-to-face. I glance up at him through my lashes. “I promise I won’t turn your world upside down ever again.”
A tear slips down Cash’s face. “No matter what?”
“No matter what.”
Cash grins. “Good. Because I have a plan.”
“Already?”
“You complaining?”
“Never.”
He kisses me again, and I don’t even need to hear his plan to be on board.
We’re a team now.
Nothing will ever break us apart again.
Chapter Eleven
Cash
A few months later
“Cash?” Locke’s sweet voice echoes around the tiles of the hotel bathroom.
I duck my head out from behind the shower curtain while the hot water beats down on my tired muscles.
My boyfriend dicked me out so hard I can barely stand, but he doesn’t appear to be as happy about it as I do. He stands at the door with his hands on his hips, a hotel robe wrapped around him, and a scowl on his face.
The sweet voice was a trap. Clearly.
After convincing the band to write our next album in Vegas so Locke and I could spend more time together and Locke could work out what he wants to do with his career, I ended up asking him to be the band’s financial advisor.