Page 50 of Cash

"Is that how it is?"

She just raised her eyebrows.

"Go ahead then, show me what ya got."

She picked up one of the nicked up wooden balls and aimed. It made its way to the end of the lane and hopped up into the forty.

"Nice," Cash said with an approving nod. "But let me show you how it's done."

"You do that."

He rolled the ball down the lane, and it popped up but then slid back down to the big bottom ring for a whopping ten points.

"Thank you, Cash," she mocked. "Thank you for showing me how to suck at skeeball." She looked at him trying to bite back the smile that wanted to spread across her face.

"Just warming up,” he said with a crack of his knuckles and a stretch of his arms.

"Of course, you are."

"I'm sorry, baby girl, but it sounds like you are mocking me," he said in a low rumble that she felt in places she shouldn’t.

"I would never do that." she said looking up at him with big innocent eyes. The hunger that flashed behind his eyes pulsed through her body leaving an ache between her legs. She had never known anyone who affected her the way he did. She was ready to jump him right then and have sex on the skeeball lane, but that would be gross. Not the exhibitionism of it all...but the grungy arcade of it all.

He threw another ball down the lane, and it popped up to the forty slot. With a self-congratulatory face, he turned to her with a smile.

"Let's do this," she said, rolling another ball down that popped up into the fifty slot this time.

They played and flirted and enjoyed one another. It was just silly and flirty...and she still wanted to fuck him right here. Such a weird mix of feelings.

After a couple games in which she had thoroughly beat him, she was ready for the second part of her plan. "Ya know what we're going to do now," she said as she turned to him with her most sultry gaze.

He licked his lips and pulled her in. She pressed her body into his and his body tensed slightly, and his breath stuttered. She laid a hand on his chest and reached up to his ear and whispered, "cinnamon sugar pretzels." His hands slid down until they were cupping her ass.

"Make mine nacho cheese," he rasped slowly in her ear. Fuck. That should not have turned her on. Pretzels had never done it for her in the past, but apparently anything coming out of Cash Hawthorn's mouth made her want to fuck him.

She pulled back, grinning up at him. "I'm going to go to the restroom really quick, then we’ll go."

He dropped a sweet kiss on her lips. "I'll be right here." The simple sweetness of that gesture almost made her eyes well up with tears. That was an interesting reaction, but one she didn't want to stop and figure out right now, she just wanted to spend more time with him.

When she came back from the bathroom, she found Cash right where she left him, but instead of standing by their tickets that had been pooling on the floor he was holding a giant stuffed bear wearing a Magic’s jersey.

"What did you do?" she asked, grinning at him.

"I did what had to be done," he said in a serious tone.

"This is huge!" she said, taking the bear from him.

"I've been told that before," he said, wagging his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes at him, even though she was loving every minute of this. "Are you going to buy me a pretzel or what?"

"Let's go." He put out his hand and she took it, lacing their fingers together.

Once they were seated in the food court with their pretzels and her giant bear in the seat beside her, she thought she should finally talk about the email.

"So, my mom emailed you, huh?"

He nodded.

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