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Both of his hands cover me, warm and firm, and when he squeezes and groans, I feel him grow even harder beneath me. “You’ve got some soft-ass tits, Rae. Heavy, too. Think I’d like to come on them. Would you let me?”

“I think so?” I manage, my voice shaky.

He raises a brow. “You’ve never had someone come on your tits before?”

I shake my head, grinding harder against him, chasing the release that’s building inside me.

“That’s a damn shame,” he mutters, leaning up to push down the cups of my bra and free my nipples. “Fuck,” he curses then lowers his face and takes a nipple into his mouth.

His teeth graze it, and I cry out, the sharp sensation pushing me closer to my orgasm. He switches to the other breast, biting and sucking before taking his fingers and circling my nipples. I've never enjoyed nipple play much but there's something about the way Cash does it, and the night that we've had together that sends me flying over the edge into one of the most unexpected orgasms of my life.

My body jerks, my hips stuttering against him as pleasure consumes me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan, trembling as the waves crash over me.

When I open my eyes, Cash is leaning back on his elbows, watching me with heavy eyes. His gaze is heated, full of desire, and I feel exposed in a way I never have before. Vulnerable. Seen. Cared for.

He’s still hard as stone underneath me, and I don’t know what to do. Should I offer to take care of him? It feels like we crossed a line we shouldn’t have, and now I’m caught in the aftermath, awkward and uncertain.

His hand brushes a lock of hair behind my ear, his smile softening. Then he leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead—gentle, not demanding.

“Let’s get you back to your car,” he says, his voice calm as he lifts me off his lap then shifts to stand.

I nod, still completely in shock, my body buzzing from a dry hump session that got completely carried away. I tug my tank top back on as he holds out his hand, helping me to my feet. We walk like that, a bit in shock, completely silent and I wonder thewhole way what he’s thinking. If he regrets doing that with me or if I should be more embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently as he fires up the engine of the cart.

I nod, staring straight ahead because what the hell just happened? "Yeah, I think I'm just in shock."

He chuckles but doesn’t say anything more.

The drive back to the main house is silent and when we reach it, he opens my car door silently. No kiss on the lips goodbye. Nohave a good night, I’ll see you soon. Just a simple kiss on the forehead and a warning behind his hazel eyes.

I just wish I knew what he was warning me about.

Chapter 20: Rae

It’s been two days since I last saw Cash. While I’d love to keep hiding out with my nephews—ferrying them to school activities, crashing into bed early to watch a spooky movie, spending time reading, ‘working on myself’ with my vibrator, and avoiding thoughts of our upcoming Saturday meeting—I need a distraction. Saturday will come soon enough, and with it, the committee check-in at the fairgrounds to review the progress on rides, entertainment, and the final setup of tents.

But today, I need something to keep me busy so that I don’t spend all day thinking about Cash. That single, hot kiss that I can’t wipe from my memory, and the look in his eyes while I grinded on his denim jeans like a horny teenager.

Which is how I find myself enroute to theBoys & Girls Club of Whitewood Creek,North Carolina, to meet up with Lydia and Colt’s fiancée, Molly—a woman I know entirely too much about, including the time of the month when she ovulates.

I turn into the club’s paved parking lot where the large, warehouse-style building looms ahead, surrounded by cars and trees that are shedding their leaves. This is the same place Lydiatold me that she first met Colt—here on parole, working to give back to the community as part of his sentence requirements. I could’ve walked from Laken’s house, but it’s a bit farther than I’d like, and with daylight savings time looming, it gets darker earlier than I care for most nights.

Hopping out of the car, I spot Lydia half-hanging out the glass front door, her long blonde curls whipping in the wind and a pair of green plastic-framed glasses perched on her nose that are giving her some sort of sexy-librarian vibe.

“You came!” she calls out, her excitement way too much for what we’re doing.

I smile as I approach. “Of course I did. Though, if I’m being honest, it’s not entirely for the kids. I need a distraction, and I think this might be the organization that the state fair committee should choose for their fundraiser this year.”

She squeals, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “That would be amazing! I’ll introduce you to Kenny later—the director of the club. He’s a fantastic guy, and I bet he’d be thrilled with the nomination.”

“Well,” I say, smiling cautiously, “I haven’t talked to Cash about it yet, but that’s what I’m hoping for. I plan to bring it to a vote at tomorrow’s committee meeting.”

Lydia beams. “I don’t think Cash will have any complaints. He volunteers here sometimes too.”

I frown because I didn’t know that but of course he does. If he’s not showing up to every high school sporting event, working shifts at the town’s beloved bar slinging drinks, or taking care of baby chicks with his way too big, too rough hands, then he’s here at the Boys & Girls Club, being a big brother to the littles who probably adore him and want to be just like him. The guy just oozes good karma.

My stomach twists with sudden panic. Tonight was supposed to be about getting advice from Lydia, myonlyfriend in this town, not running into the man that I’ve been actively avoiding and need advice about.

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