Tainted Heartbreak (Tainted Knights 3)

“Mar, didn’t you say you had to go?” And that right there was the reason Riley was my best friend. She had my back every minute of the day.

“Yeah. I’ll be right back.” I practically ran up the hill just as Kale was having the Bombshells tell the world what happened.

Slowing my pace, I made my way to the bathroom. As I was coming out, I nearly ran right into Cash’s chest. He caught me against him, his hands sliding down my back and over my ass, holding me against his already hard cock. But his eyes were on my blue shoulder.

“Did you get hit twice?”

I grimaced. “Drake was waiting in the woods for the Bombshells to drop their guard. He sniped us all.”

He threw his head back, belly-laughing. The vibrations made my entire body zing with awareness, and I snuggled closer against him. “When do you leave?” I asked, feeling sad at the thought of his going without me.

“I have to drive up to Virginia in the morning. But I’ll be home late tomorrow.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Want to grab some dinner with me Monday night?”

The warmth in my stomach was engulfing my heart now, and I found myself smiling. “I’d like that.”

“It’s a date.” He lowered his head to kiss my neck, and I turned my head to give him better access. “Bring a change of clothes, and we can make it a sleepover.”

“Break it up, you two,” Riley commanded in a bored tone. “We’re headed to watch a movie. Shane’s making up for tricking us by taking us to see the new Marvel release.”

“Fine with me.” I cuddled into Cash. “I’ve never made out in a theater before.”

My roommate grabbed my elbow and pulled me away from him. “And you’re not going to now. This is opening weekend of the movie. There are going to be kids everywhere.”

Cash’s fingers locked around mine, refusing to let Riley take me too far. They fought a battle of wills with their eyes, and I was surprised when Riley gave in. No sooner had she released me than I was back against Cash, his lips on my neck again. “Fuck, even sweaty, you smell like heaven.”

“Your boy’s a freak, Mar,” Riley said with exasperation.

He whispered something deliciously dirty in my ear, and my breath hitched in excitement. “Uh, Riles, I’m not up for watching a movie. I’ve got a terrible migraine coming on. I…” Cash’s hands tightened on my hips. “I think Cash is going to take me back to the hotel and let me sleep this off.”

Hands on her hips, Riley glared at me for a long moment. “That’s your story?”

“And I’m one hundred percent sticking to it.”

The glare turned into a grin. “Fine. Lucky for you, these people are cool, and I like hanging out with them.”

“Thanks, Riles. I’ll make it up to you. Promise. Mean it.” I kissed her cheek, but Cash didn’t let me stay away for long. Entwining our fingers, he pulled me toward the cab that had just pulled up in front of the main building.

Six guys jumped out, laughing and horseplaying. Cash said something to the driver, who nodded. Still holding my hand, he waited until I was seated in the back of the van before following after me. With a smaller bench seat between us and the driver, Cash didn’t bother keeping his hands to himself.

The realization that we wouldn’t be together tomorrow made my heart ache, and my body was practically begging for everything he had to offer it. He touched me everywhere except where my hurt was the deepest, teasing me with the one thing I craved the most until I was making little mewling sounds in desperation.

The driver cleared his throat loudly, making us realize we were outside Cash’s hotel. Tossing a fifty at the driver, Cash pulled me out of the cab, and we ran for the elevators. Laughing with excitement and a joy I couldn’t remember feeling—ever—I pushed the call button. As the doors opened, letting out several guests, we rushed forward and punched the right floor before anyone else could join us.

We were already tearing at our clothes before the door to his room was even closed. Shoes hit the wall as we kicked them off. My shirt and bra went flying, followed by my shorts and panties. Cash was already down to his boxer briefs, and the sight of the way his cock was tenting the material made my mouth water. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I pushed my hand into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.

“Dreamer,” he groaned as I touched my tongue to his glistening tip. “Fuck, baby.”

Grinning wickedly, I ran my tongue from the head down his shaft to his balls and back up before taking him into my mouth. His tip hit the back of my throat, and it took me a moment to find a pace that allowed me to breathe through my nose. His knees locked, his breaths coming in strangled pants, and I started twisting my wrist, jacking him and sucking him off at the same time. He grew thicker in my mouth, and I knew he was close.

“No fucking way,” he growled, lifting me up and tossing me onto the bed. Sheathing his cock in a condom, he spread my legs and pushed into me like a man possessed. “When I come, it’s going to be with your pussy wrapped around me.”

As I moaned my encouragement, he thrust into me like our lives depended on it. The bed shook from how rough he was being, my nails slicing into his sides in encouragement to fuck me harder.

“Cash,” I whimpered, right on the precipice of coming hard. “Please.”

His hips slowed down, but his thrusts began going deeper. Reaching between us, he skimmed his thumb over my clit, making me blind from the pleasure. “Come for me, Amara. Let me feel how much your pussy wants me.”

“Cash!” I screamed, falling over into the ecstasy of a release so hard, I nearly passed out.