“We knew each other in high school.”
“And you don’t like her?”
I snort. “You can tell that, how?”
“You were tense. Your shoulders were bunched up like a hyena.”
“She’s not a trustworthy person. She says one thing and means another. She only came here to meet you guys.”
Now it’s Cash’s turn to snort. “That girl is not someone any of us would be interested in.”
“How come?” I turn in his arms so I can see his face when he replies.
“She’s all shop window and nothing in the shop.”
Chuckling, I reach out to cup his cheek. “She’s prettier than me.” It’s a simple statement, not said because I want to hear his flattery but because it’s the truth.
“Pretty on the outside doesn’t make you pretty on the inside. You, Melanie, are both.” His rough hand slides over the bare skin at my waist, filled with intention. “She was asking me who was the hottest out of all of you,” I smile.
Dipping in to kiss me, he murmurs, “I hope you told her it’s me.”
His mouth finds mine again, his tongue sliding against mine as his thick, heavy thigh moves between my legs. When he presses it upward against my pussy, I groan.
“Are you needy?” he asks, “Because I can help you out with that.”
“Only if you let me help you,” I smile.
Cash blinks his pretty gray eyes. “You sure?” he asks. “You know that isn’t why I’m here.”
“I know,” I smile.
“So, who did you say was the hottest?”
Chuckling, I slide my hand over his chest, running my thumb over the point of his small, brown nipple until he shivers. “I said it was impossible to choose between you all.” If Cash was any other guy, I’m sure he’d be burning with jealousy at that statement, but instead, his eyes seem to darken.
“So, you think we’re all hot?” His tone rises at the end of the sentence with just a hint of hopefulness.
“I think you’re all great.”
“Great and hot are different,” he smiles, trying to make light of how much this conversation matters to him. He has no idea I know what he wants, of course.
“You’re all sexy, smoldering cowboys,” I say, rubbing his shoulder. “In fact, I think you should bring me with you tomorrow so I can see you all working shirtless. Then I’ll be able to fully judge and appreciate the hotness.”
“You want to watch us work?”
“And maybe you can give me something to do. I need a day in the fresh air and away from the mop.”
“Well, there’s plenty to do,” Cash says.
Running my fingers over the washboard of his stomach, I summon all of my bravery and use my thumb to stroke the head of his cock, still cloaked by his shorts. His eyes widen as I gently encircle it, wanting to feel just how big he is.
I don’t have much to compare to, but I’m sure it’s not normal for a man’s cock to be so thick that a woman’s fingers don’t reach around. There’s so much length to him that my mind boggles. How can he fit all that inside me? There’s no way it’ll fit between my legs or in my mouth. I know guys like that, but it would be like choking down a mega-sized nightstick.
Cash’s eyes roll and close as I move my hand tentatively, fascinated to explore him. Then his hand grips my wrist, holding me still. “What did you think of my cousin’s relationship?”
My breath catches in my throat as I’m caught off guard. What’s prompted him to ask that of me now? Then it hits me that maybe he wants to be honest before things goes too far between us. Maybe he’s worried I’ll think he was manipulative by hiding his real intentions until after we’ve gone too far for me to back out without hurting.
Heart skittering, I answer with as much honesty as I can. “Your cousins seemed very much in love and very happy.”
“They did, didn’t they?” Nodding, I hold my breath while Cash seems to war with himself over what to say next. “I can really see how it could work well, you know, for stability…to keep things simple.”
“You don’t think that arrangement would make things more complicated?”
Cash shrugs, his cock pulsing between my fingers. “I think it depends on the individuals involved. I think everyone would need to be straightforward and mature.”
“Yes.”
Cash’s eyes search mine. “Do you think you would like what Connie has?”
My heart makes a funny squeezing thump in my chest. “I don’t think she’d be happy with me stepping on her toes,” I joke, trying to make light of the situation, but Cash isn’t giving up. He’s come this far.
“I mean, with us…me and my brothers.” My breath leaves my mouth with a whoosh. Even though I suspected he might go there, I’m still shocked to hear the words. And then he hits me with another question that fractures my heart. “Do you think you could love all of us?”