Misfit(119)

Cash threw them a dirty look. “She wants a ceremony because she’s a typical woman. To protect all of us, we could form a legal partnership. A corporation or an LLC.”

Fee stared at Cash.

“Don’t get fucking ideas,” he snapped. “We’re just talking.”

Only talking or not, Fee’s hopes soared. If Cash had thought it—said it—then there was a chance he’d one day agree to it.

“I’m willing to give us a chance,” Stretch went on. “We don’t have to let anyone know now. Let’s really get to know each other before we decide if we’re going to face the world.”

“See, Woo Woo? I knew you had some sense in that head of yours,” Cash chortled.

“Asshole,” Stretch gritted out. “Stop calling me that.”

“No.”

Setting her purse aside, Fee returned to her spot next to Stretch. “Why do you call him that, Cash?”

“He lives with his head in the clouds most of the time,” Cash answered without apology, as if he wouldn’t give up his nickname anytime soon.

Fee rolled her eyes. “You’re so juvenile.”

Cash and Stretch snickered.

After they quieted, Stretch thought for a moment. “I’m going to head out. So, um, yeah.” Standing, he swallowed. “You two enjoy your evening.”

Fee never would’ve believed there’d come a day when she felt so confident in the relationship not question her place in both their lives. Tonight, cleared up a lot. “No, stay. We need each other tonight.”

“Are you sure?” Stretch asked. “You don’t just want Cash right now?”

“No,” she said firmly. “I want both of you.

“And we both want you.” Cash stood. “Come on, sweetheart.” Taking her hand, he guided her to his bedroom.

In the room, Cash ravished her mouth as he unbuttoned and removed her top. His tongue deep in her mouth, Cash rubbed his hands over her belly. As he did so, Stretch grabbed her waist and kissed her neck, unhooking her bra with skill.

The moment her breasts were bared, Cash bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Fee leaned against Stretch, the brush of his lips and glide of his hands combining with Cash’s tugs on her breasts and his fingers dipping underneath her skirt and into her panties, empowering her.

If Fee ever doubted her decision to be with Cash and Stretch, being the center of their attention removed the any remaining reservations.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” Cash swore harshly, abandoning her to tear off his clothes.

She dropped her panties and skirt. “We’re going to fuck each other all night.” Turning, she saw that Stretch had removed his cut and shirt, leaving his pants on as usual. “Take them off.”

His fingers went to his zipper, then he sighed and shook his head. “I can’t, Fee.”

“Okay,” she agreed, respecting his decision.

Her request dented his desire and, instead of resuming his caresses, he hobbled to the edge of the bed and sat. She followed him, hugging him to her breast. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered. “Your limp doesn’t take that away from you.”

“The skin is scarred from the surgery and the damaged muscle makes me look like a freak. It isn’t pretty.”

She silenced him with a kiss. The more Stretch focused on his injury, the more self-conscious he’d become.

Cash lifted her hair to run his mouth along her shoulder blades. “Lay on the bed, Fee, and hang your head over the side.”

Stretch moved out of the way, so Fee could crawl onto the bed and follow Cash’s orders. A moment later, Cash settled himself between her thighs as Stretch positioned himself so she could blow him. The head of his cock touched the back of her throat and Cash sank into her. She groaned around Stretch’s dick, loving the feel of his hot, hard length gliding against her tongue.

Cash pressed into her, sliding to her entrance and slamming into her again, stretching her pussy, over and over again. She wrapped her arms around each of Stretch’s jean-clad thighs, speeding up her sucks to the pace of his thrusts. He came with a loud grunt, filling her mouth and breathing harshly.

When he backed away from her, Cash pulled his cock out of her, grabbed her ankles and dragged her up.

“That was so fucking hot,” he murmured, sinking into her again and erasing all other thoughts from Fee’s head.





The ringing cellphone pulled Stretch out of a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and darkness greeted him. It was the middle of the fucking night! Blinking, he wondered if he’d dreamed the sound that awakened him.

The phone started ringing again. Not a dream, then. Snatching it from his nightstand, he looked at the screen and frowned. The familiar number was burned into his memory. The word Dad glared at him from the screen, like an omen. He hadn’t heard from his parents in years.