Page 66 of The Trophy

PSYCHO GIRLFRIEND

LAKYN

“Let’s not talk about Topher,” I whisper, caressing Cash’s perfect jaw. “Kiss me, Cash.”

He doesn’t let me ask twice, his soft, warm lips find mine and I forget anything else.

Nothing matters for tonight but the way I feel when I’m with Cash. When I was dating my ex, I thought I was dating my best friend but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

This strong, handsome, smart, caring guy makes me feel accepted and loved for who I am. He doesn’t expect me to eat a certain way, dress a certain way and mold myself to the idea of the perfect girlfriend he has. Like on our first date, I know Cash Hanbury likes me with my competitive streak, my slightly klutzy side and my never ending love for good food.

“Fuck,” he nips on my bottom lip, his big hands running up the side of my ribcage until they find my breasts. “You fit in my arms so well, Lake. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”

His fingers close around the globes of my tits and I’m on fire.

I turn on his lap, straddling his hips as I close the distance between our mouths again.

We breathe each other in, his lips massaging mine, his tongue exploring my mouth.

The feeling of his big, athletic frame underneath me is so exciting that I need to feel his skin against mine without any barriers.

“Take this off, babe,” I pant, breaking the kiss to pull his t-shirt over his head.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he chuckles, his fingers lifting the hem of my camisole. “I’m dying to see those perfect tits of yours.”

I lift my arms, letting him strip me off my top, leaving me just in my white lace bra.

Cash has something in common with Blaze and Luca. Under their gazes I never feel self-conscious; they look at me in a way that leaves me no doubt that they like what they see. They make me feel beautiful and I can truly enjoy myself without feeling embarrassed.

“You make me so fucking hard, baby,” Cash grunts, massaging my tits through the lace of my bra and punctuating each word with a slight thrust of his hips.

“I like you hard,” I smile, grinding down to meet his movements. “I would like it even more if you were naked.”

Cash’s smile turns devilish, as he rises from the couch, lifting me up in his arms. “If I remember correctly, your bedroom is that way?”

He poses the question as if he was giving me a chance to slow things down, but I want him so much that I would cry if he had any hesitation about wanting to be with me tonight.

“I’d give you the tour, but you’ve already seen my bedroom,” I say as he kicks the door shut behind us, marching toward my bed.

“Yeah. Technically we slept together on our first date.”

“Right,” I giggle as he lowers us onto the bed and my fingers find the button of his jeans. “Too bad I was too high on painkillers to do anything about having you in my bed and you were too much of a gentleman to take advantage of me.”

He laughs, sliding his jeans off his hips and throwing them on the floor.

“You have a great arm,” I tease him, when the garment lands a few feet away. “You could have played baseball or football very easily.”

His cocky smile reminds me of Luca for a second. “Ha,” he chuckles. “Hockey runs in my family. And going back to our first date, you were so high on those painkillers, you tried to take advantage of me. Remember? You asked me to see my cock to see if the myth that you can judge the size of a guy’s dick from how big his hands and feet are was true.”

Shit. I really did that.

“Thank goodness you didn’t think I was a complete weirdo.”

His smile widens. “Well, you’ve seen my cock. Do you think it’s true?”

I nod. “In your case it definitely is. You have really big hands and feet and your cock is in proportion.”

I stroke him through his boxer briefs to prove my point.

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