Page 19 of Cash's Treasure

I chuckle at his words, slapping his chest when he approaches me, crowding me against the kitchen counter. “Okay, okay. I will tell everyone that I am dating you.”

“Good.” He leans down and brushes his lips softly over mine, then he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him. My pulse picks up speed with his every touch.

He slides his hands down my back before cupping my ass under the shirt I slipped on. I gasp when his fingers bite into my naked flesh sending a wave of heat straight to my sex.

Cash leans down and kisses the shell of my ear, nipping at the earlobe before tracing his lips down my neck. “I want to make love to you, Freckles. All we’ve done is fuck like animals.”

A shudder racks my body at his words, and I struggle to recall what it is we were talking about before this moment. A question is at the back of my mind, but I can’t grasp it with him kissing me the way he is.

“Cash—”

“I love you, Kayla,” he rasps, lifting me into his arms, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he easily carries me out of the room, all the while kissing my neck. I tilt my head back to allow him access, and when he lowers me down onto the bed, it’s done so gently that it makes my heart ache with affection.

Seriously, how have we gone for so long without this?

“I love you,” I say back to him, running my hands over his shoulders even as his lips brush a trail down my body. He pushes my shirt up to expose my aching tits, leaning down to run his mouth lovingly over the aching buds. I slip my fingers into his hair and tug lightly when he runs his tongue over my nipple, pinching the other between his fingers.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, squeezing my breast in his calloused palm as his mouth closes hotly over the other. My fingers dig into his hair as he sucks gently at the bead before shifting his attention to the other. His moves are slow and measured. So soft they send a rush of heat pooling in my core. “You’re the most perfect gift I have ever received; every last inch of you is beautiful and all mine.”

Christ, to hear him speak these words—

“Yours,” I whisper, echoing his sentiments. He undoes me with his words and soft caresses down my body, and when he finally settles between my legs, nose nuzzling at my most intimate parts, he wrecks me.

It’s different. The way his tongue glides up the center of my sex, licking and sucking me slowly and thoroughly like we have all the time in the world. My back arches off the bed at the slow drag of his lips over my clit, pulling me closer and closer to the edge, and just when I am about to tip over, he stops.

“Not yet, my love,” he rasps when I whine, stripping off his jeans while watching me. This is a new side of him he’s showing me, and I love it just as much as I love the others. As he settles between my legs, a needy whimper rises in my throat when I feel his shaft prod my sex. “Wrap your hips around me, baby.”

I do as he says, wrapping my legs around his hips, my lips parting on a gasp when he slowly sinks every last inch of his thick cock into my drenched pussy. I move my hips needily to meet his thrusts, but he holds me down, rocking slowly into my sex, hips moving expertly over mine, but I am still riding hard the edge of my almost-orgasm that he robbed me of earlier.

Christ, I am too worked up already. I need more. “Harder, please.”

My eyes are practically pleading with his, and it seems that’s all he needs to hear before he is ramming me into the bed so hard, it creaks under us. Sweat shines on his forehead, and his eyes darken as he slams his cock into me, making my eyes roll back from pleasure.

“Fuck, Kayla, you’re so fucking tight,” he grinds out hoarsely, rocking his hips hard against mine and slowly building back up the orgasm, except this time, it feels stronger, threatening to wreck me, but I am not going down alone. I scratch my fingers over his skin, grazing his nipple, which sends him bucking against me, a rough moan slipping from his lips. “Fuck, fuuuck, baby, you almost sent me shooting.”

So I do it again as he pumps his rigid cock into me, faster and harder until we’re both panting for air, so close to the edge that I can read it in his eyes. He grabs my wrist and cages my hands over my head as he jackhammers his cock into me until we’re both coming. It erupts out of us like a volcano, my scream mingling with his roar as his muscles seize over me before burying his seed into my womb. My back arches off the bed as stars explode behind my eyelids from the intensity of the climax, my sex pulsing around his still-hard shaft and milking him of his last drop.

“Love you,” he pants, brushing his lips all over my face. “You’re mine. Forever.”

“And you, mine,” I respond, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him hard against me, not caring for the fact that he is built like a mountain and could easily crush me. All I feel is warmth.

Safe and warm.

***

It happens right outside the bar a few seconds after I kiss Cash goodbye. I watch as he rides off with the promise to pick me up later, and seconds after I’ve turned around, I feel strong arms grab me from behind.

It all happens too fast.

One second, someone is grabbing me from behind, and the next, I am tossed into the back of a car.

It doesn’t register that I have been kidnapped until the car is pulling away, and I have missed my opportunity to scream, and even then, it’s too late. My kidnappers place some smelly cloth on my face, and I slowly slip into a dark abyss.

I dream of my mom. I don’t usually do that. I lost her when I was so young that I fear my memories of her are slowly fading away, but this time, her face is as clear as day.

She has long dark hair and a smile so bright, it rivals the sun. Her eyes are brown, like mine, and she is so soft when she hugs me close to her.

“Mom,” I whisper, finally back in her arms. “I missed you.”

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