Page 31 of Cold Foot Cash

Do you need snacks?she texted.

I’m getting pretty hungry.Send.

Hold please. Don’t open the door or you’ll ruin the game.

Yes ma’am.Send.

He tried to stay seated on the bed as he heard the crackle of snack bags outside, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pretend she wasn’t right outside his room, and miss an opportunity to see her.

A quick rush to the door, and Cash yanked it open to find Harley squatted there, unloading some of the snacks she’d bought from the store earlier.

She looked up at him, startled. She had washed her make-up off, and her skin was fair and clear. Her lips were full and parted slightly with her surprise. She wore the pajama pants and oversized T-shirt they’d picked out.

She dragged her attention down his bare chest, to his abs, to the bulge at his jeans because yeah, he was thinking filthy thoughts right now with her kneeling in front of him like this.

Everything in him wanted to drag her inside and peel that shirt off her body, ease her back onto the floor in front of that closed door, and see if she would put those pretty lips aroundhis cock. She wouldn’t have to blow him long. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman, and this one turned him on so damn much. He wished he could grip the back of her hair, and throw his head back and grit out her name as he shot cum down the back of her throat. He wished he could pull her up and push her against the door and slide two fingers inside of her, and have her clawing at his back and screaming his name. He wished he could finish her, and then replace her T-shirt with his own, just so she would smell like him.

Harley was just staring up into his eyes with this drunk expression that said she was thinking dirty things too, and ooooh, he bet she was fun in the bedroom.

“I get ramped up after a fight,” he said gruffly.

Her gaze dipped to the zipper of his jeans again, and then back up. “I can see that,” she uttered on a breath.

“Best you get on back to your room, friend, before I go back on my promise.”

“Go back on your promise how?” she whispered.

“If you stay here, I’ll kiss you, and I won’t feel guilty about it in the morning, or at any point in the next six days. That goal is for you. For me, your marriage was over the day you moved out. It was definitely over the first time he ducked out of the first court appearance. It was supposed to be over, but he wanted to control you still.” Cash knelt and leveled her with a look. “I don’t give a fuck about paperwork and technical stuff. I don’t give a fuck how long he has put off signing the paperwork. You aren’t getting back together with him. You’re single, and you know it.”

“Monster,” she whispered through a soft smile.

He huffed a laugh. If she thought he was a monster over this, what would she think of him if she knew the things he’d done and seen? He liked that she was naïve. He liked that she was unaware.

Cash grabbed the snacks, careful to brush her hand with his own as he did so. “I’ve got to go now, Harley. I have some…needs…to take care of.”

Her eyes widened, and God he loved her reactions to him.

“What…” She cleared her throat. “What kind of needs?”

“You know what kind. I’ll be thinking about those perky tits in your tank top tonight.” He allowed a wicked smile. “You can watch if you want to.”

She stood slowly, and closed the distance between them, rested her hands on his chest and pushed up on her tiptoes until her lips were right beside his ear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He chuckled darkly and dragged her waist closer, pressing her against his erection. “I would like coming inside of you more, but yeah. I would settle for you watching.”

She inhaled sharply and stood there frozen against him, and he knew what she was doing—she was considering his offer. She was working through her decision.

If she said yes, she couldn’t claim some moral high ground anymore. If she said no, she could keep her loyalty to a broken past, but she would miss out a wild fuckin’ ride with him.

Slowly, Harley lowered herself back down, her face so close to his chest. Fuck, he wished she would just cup his dick, and put pressure there. It would feel so good.

“You’re dangerous, aren’t you?” she whispered, repeating her earlier words.

He was supposed to repeat his earlier words, right?Not to you. But he couldn’t drag the words from his lips, because maybe thiswasdangerous. He didn’t know.

Cash swallowed hard, then lifted her hand toward his lips, pressed a kiss to the tripping pulse at her wrist, and then bit it gently. “Go on now, little human,” he murmured.

Her breath shook as she nodded. Her eyes stayed trained on him as she backed off two steps. Harley turned and clenched her fists as she walked back to her room. At her door, she glanced back at him, and fuck she was so pretty. So pretty.

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