"You ready?" Cash asked as I grabbed my purse from the locked drawer behind the desk.
"Um, yes," I said. "I think so."
"We’ll lock up, Glo," Cash said.
"You got plans tonight, Cash?" Gloria cooed.
"Yeah."
"You wanna change them and have a little fun?"
"No."
Her face fell and she looked like she might cry, so I stepped away, hiding in the back room, out of sight, but still within earshot.
"Look, Gloria, you’ve been comin’ on a little strong lately, and I wanna get sothing straight. You and I will never happen. I don’t wanna sound harsh, but you need to focus your efforts on soone else. You’re pretty enough and you seem cool, but I’m not the one, you got it?"
She sputtered a little and I bit my lip to keep from making any noise.
"I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I really need to hear you acknowledge what I’m saying," Cash continued.
"Yeah, Cash, I hear you. And fuck you by the way."
I heard the bell over the door jingle, then Cash muttering, "Good talk."
I peeked out of the supply room door finding him alone before making my way to him. "Ooph, that was rough."
He threw his hands in the air. "I tried to be nice."
"On you, honey."
"Right. Shit, sorry."
"Let’s get ho and you can vent it out, then I’ll take care of your other stresses."
"Let’s go," he breathed out, and we locked up and headed out.
Pulling up to his ho, I noticed his truck parked on the street and when he opened his garage door, he rode up beside . "Park inside."
"You made a spot for in the garage?" I said in a sing-song voice.
He grinned. "Of course I did."
We pulled in side-by-side, and he closed the garage before grabbing my bag from my trunk. The second we were inside the house, his lips were on mine and our clothes were leaving a trail back to his bedroom.
By the ti his boots hit the floor, I was on my knees and wrapping my lips around his dick. Cash gave all of ten seconds to enjoy my ti before he hauled my ass off the floor and bent over the edge of his bed.
"Cash," I admonished.
He smacked my ass. "Spread, Teagan."
I spread, and he slid his thumb in deep.
"Rember how I said there were consequences to the gas you play?"
I licked my lips and leaned into his touch. "Oh, yes, yes, you did."
He quickly replaced his thumb with the tip of his cock, and I couldn’t stop a needful whimper as he lingered at my entrance, gripping my hips to stop from rearing back.
"Cash," I hissed.
"Patience, Turtle."
"I’ve waited all week." I glared at him over my shoulder. "Fuck patience."
He grinned, slamming deep and I moaned as he hit the spot, feeling my pussy flood.
"There’s my girl," Cash said, sliding his hand between my legs and fingering my clit.
Now that he wasn’t anchoring my hips, I had the freedom to move, so I took that opportunity and rocked back against him. I was rewarded with another smack to my bottom, and I grinned as my pussy contracted at the sting. "Harder," I begged.
He buried himself deep and I dropped my head back, gripping the edge of the mattress as he slamd into again. Harder and harder, until I wasn’t sure my legs would hold .
"I’m gonna fall," I warned.
"I got you." His arm snaked around my waist, and he held tight with one hand, while his other moved from my clit to my breast, rolling my nipple into an ever harder peak.
"I can’t wait, Cash."
"Let it go, baby."
I fell against him as I allowed an orgasm to crest, and he continued to rock against until his dick pulsed inside of . He guided onto the bed, sliding gently out and pulling close as he wrapped a blanket around . "Well, hi."
I chuckled. "Hi, yourself."
"I fuckin’ missed this."
"Oh my god, too." I rolled over to face him and stroked his cheek. "I really do prefer it without a condom."
"You’ve ntioned that a few tis," he teased.
I wrinkled my nose. "Well, excuse for being addicted to your dick."
He grinned, sliding his hand down to cup my butt. "Addicted, huh?"
"Totally and completely." I kissed him quickly. "Like, being away from it for over a week has quite literally nearly killed ."
"Quite literally nearly killed you?" Cash raised an eyebrow. "That sounds quite literally nearly serious."
"It was," I confird, nodding. "I had blue lips."
Cash bust out laughing.
"Jesus fucking Christ, woman," he bit out as he continued to laugh.
My stomach rumbled, loud enough to muffle Cash’s laughter. "Wow," I said, laying my hand on it.
"Maybe I should feed you," he said.
I grinned. "Might be a good idea."
Cash’s fridge was sowhat lacking, so we decided a trip to the store would be a good idea. Well, I decided.
"Babe, we can make sothing out of this, don’t you think?" he asked.
"Cash, you have beer, ketchup and two T-bones. Not one vegetable in sight, and although, I appreciate you stocked up on wine, that doesn’t count as ’fruit.’ Of course, your vinyl collection is robust as ever. I noticed you’ve added to it since I was last here."
Cash collected records. Old school vinyl, to be exact. His turntable cost more than his TV, and he had a broad taste in music from Jimmy Hendrix to Chris Stapleton. He even had so old big band albums mixed in. His only rule, ’no fucking auto tune.’ If he could hear it, he didn’t buy it. And we could all thank lody Morgan for teaching us all how to ’hear’ it. We were all ruined now that she’d made a point to never use it again.
He sighed. "Maybe you have a point. We’ll hit the store."
I grinned. "Grab all the bags you have, honey. We’re going to stock you up."
"Oh, goody."
He grabbed a handful of bags and led outside.
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