Page 8 of Cash's Treasure

I let out a shaky breath when I notice the massive bulge at the front of his pants seems to have doubled in size. My stomach flutters with both nerves and excitement as I stare at his erection, and for a second, I question the wisdom of carrying on with this.

No, I’ve come too far to stop.

Besides, a part of me revels in watching this normally stoic man lose his cool, and that fuels me to undo my jeans and shove them down my thighs. I step out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but my panties, which according to Lana’s guide to seduction, is all I need to do.

I bite my lip and stand naked in front of my best friend, fighting a combination of shyness and awkwardness. I can practically read the heat in his eyes as he runs them over my body, drinking me up and sending an ache to my core.

“I . . . I . . .” I clear my voice when it comes out a little shaky. “I’ve never done this before, in case, um, you were wondering.”

“I was wondering. You’re so good at it,” Cash says gruffly, his nostrils flaring as he lifts his gaze to lock with mine, and I flush at the intensity I read in his eyes. He adjusts the bulge in his pants before leaning back on the sofa. “Take it off, Freckles.”

His rough, bossy voice causes my sex to throb, and the flush on my face deepens. I must look no different from a ripe tomato at this point.

“Y-you mean the panties?”

“Yes, sweetheart, I mean the panties.”

“Okay,” I whisper shyly, tucking my fingertips into the waistband of my pink panties before sliding them down. I gasp when I realize how sodden they are. I didn’t think it was even possible for me to get this way, and yet, the evidence of my arousal is plain for my best friend to see.

My God, can he tell that I am desperate for him? That I have been from the second I watched him walk into the bar earlier in the evening?

His eyes darken as I slide the panties off, leaving me completely in bare and more vulnerable than I have ever felt in my life, but . . . this is my best friend.

Cash is the one man I trust the most in the world.

It’s okay to vulnerable with him.

“Fuck me, Freckles. I can see just how wet you are all the way from here,” he grinds out hoarsely. “I bet my finger would come back slick with your warmth if I stroked between your legs.”

“Yes,” I gasp, a hot shiver racking my body and my nipples pebbling from the hungry way he looks at them.

“Come here,” he commands, and I move at lightning speed, helpless to do anything else. He grabs my hand when I reach him and pulls me onto his lap, his hands going to my waist as I straddle his thick thighs. “You have no idea how long I have wanted this.” His fingers trace up my body, and a broken sound slips from my lips when he cups my beaded nipples with his calloused hands. I ache . . .

I ache with not just the need to feel his touch grace the rest of my body but with the need to touch him as well, so I give in to the need, running my hands up the muscles of his forearms, reveling in the firmness of his body and hating the shirt that keeps me from touching his skin.

“This is your last chance to stop this, Kayla,” he rasps deeply, leaning in and brushing his lips hotly over mine. “After this, there will be no stopping until I am balls deep inside of you.”

“Oh, God,” I whimper when he pinches a nipple between his knuckles and tugs hard, sending a flutter of heat through my belly and down to my sex. I feel myself growing wetter by the second, no doubt staining his jeans.

“Freckles, I’m serious,” he says, but how exactly does he expect me to think when he’s teasing my body the way he is? Every touch erasing any and all sensible thoughts from my brain.

I claw his chest blindly as a shudder racks my body, tearing the fabric of his shirt in the process, but I can’t bring myself to care. I just want to feel his skin against mine. I tug the shirt off him, my eyes dropping to his tattooed chest and shoulders, and good Lord, he is perfect. His muscles are well defined and with delicious ridges on his stomach that cause my pulse to race.

“I don’t want to stop,” I respond to his previous warning. A rippling current races over my body when our eyes connect, and I let him read the words I can’t voice. After tonight, I don’t think we can go back to being just friends.

I scoot forward, rocking on his covered erection, and we both groan at the move. His reaction gives me a little courage to lean down and do what I’ve been thinking about all night. I bury my face in his neck, inhaling deeply his intoxicating scent and feeling the hard beating of his pulse against my lips. “Don’t stop,” I whisper again, brushing my lips over his skin, feeling him shudder beneath me, his reaction slowly killing the nerves of being intimate with my best friend, or perhaps it’s the opposite. Maybe I’m able to be this way with him because he’s my best friend.

Cash has a soft spot for me, I am not completely oblivious to that fact, though I try not to take advantage of it, especially at work.

“I’ve warned you, Freckles. I’m nothing like those young wannabe prospects that visit the bar and try to hit on you,” Cash says roughly before burying his long fingers in my hair and tugging hard, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Didn’t you already warn everyone off me?” I ask, locking my gaze with his and expecting him to negate my words and prove what Lana said was false, but Cash doesn’t bother denying the rumors.

“Damn right, I did,” he growls, spinning us on the couch in a single move, so I am under him. My eyes flutter to a close when he drops his head to kiss my neck, trailing his lips down my body, and when his mouth closes hotly over my nipple, I buck under his touch. My back arches, and I cry out as pressure build between my legs. “No one is allowed to touch you,” he says between licks, his voice deep and dangerous. “These perfect, luscious tits belong to me.” I writhe needily under him when he pulls at my sensitive bud with hot suction, burying my fingers into his hair as he teases my body.

“Oh . . . Cash . . . Oh my God,” I cry out when he shifts his attention to the other nipple, a shudder rippling through my body when his teeth softly graze the sensitive bead.

I feel his heated gaze on my face when he starts licking a path down my body. I am panting heavily by the time he settles himself between my legs, giving me little warning before he brings my left foot to his shoulder, buries his face into my sex, and sends starts bursting behind my eyelids.

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