Misfit(131)

Cash nodded. It felt strange having her there on her own, unlike when they’d first met.

“Are you hungry?” he asked her, not sure what he was supposed to do. He was the one who’d said he didn’t always want both of them. They’d come a long way and he didn’t want it ruined.

“Let’s wait for Stretch. I figure I’d call him in fifteen or twenty minutes. We can meet him for some bourbon and barbeque. Maybe, a little live entertainment.”

“He’s here to bury his father, Fee. He won’t want to bullshit around.”

“I know and I understand. Believe me. But those people are horrible, Cash. The funeral is in two days. We can’t let him subject himself to that out of a sense of obligation.”

The more she spoke, the more fired up she became. Cash grinned, then dropped next to her, resting his arm behind her on the sofa.

“You’re quite protective of him,” he observed.

Folding her arms, she made a noise of irritation. “I can’t believe those assholes. Especially Dillon.”

Cash couldn’t believe Stretch had come back for the same shit he’d left. “We’re here to support him. That’s all we can do since he chose to bring his ass here.”

“I know,” Fee said on a sigh, then lost her tense pose. “Umm, about earlier. Me and him in the bathroom.”

Grabbing her chin, he turned her face to his and kissed her lips, halting her apology. “It’s okay, babe. I didn’t have a problem with it beyond getting a hard cock, thinking of you two fucking.”

Mischief lighting up her face, she rubbed her nose against his. “It was so good. Hot and fast and hard. He took me from behind and fucked me so deep.” Kissing his neck, she continued. “I came so hard he had to cover my mouth with his hand.”

Cash growled, cradling the back of her head and covering her mouth with his. She needed no encouragement to pull away from him and get on her knees, helping him to free his cock.

Laying his head on the back of the sofa, Cash closed his eyes, the heat of her mouth sending electricity shooting through him. The sound of her sucks started his hips moving. He buried his hands in her hair and stroked, still bucking his hips and feeling her tongue strokes. He groaned, increasing his pace to match her bobs. Light touches fluttered across his balls before she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Her strokes and licks to the crown of his dick sent him over the edge.

Cum rained into her mouth. She didn’t release him until she’d swallowed every drop.

Climbing into his lap, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth and grinding against his exposed cock.

He slapped her jean-clad ass. “Give me a minute to recover.”

“Never mind,” she teased. “The moment has passed. I’m calling Stretch, then I’m jumping in the shower.”

Unlike the other times he’d fucked Fee without Stretch, Cash felt no guilt. Just sated and relaxed.

By the time Fee finished her shower, Stretch had arrived with a mediocre greeting and a crease in his brow.

“You made it,” Fee said with pleasure, once again sitting on the sofa, now in one of her pretty dresses and bare feet.

Stretch rubbed the back of his neck. “Funeral’s in two days.”

“That means spending another day at your mom’s?” Fee asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Are you shitting me?” Cash snapped. “You’re here. You spent the day at her house. You’re going to the funeral. What more do you have to do to get rid of your misplaced guilt?”

“It isn’t misplaced guilt. It’s a sense of obligation, Cash.”

“Fuck obligation,” Cash yelled. “Those motherfuckers don’t deserve anything from you. They especially don’t deserve you torturing yourself through another day of their bullshit at her house.”

“Time out, gentlemen,” Fee inserted. “Cool down before one of you say something you’ll regret.”

Stretch shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m hungry and you look so pretty, Fee. Why don’t we all go out? I need to unwind.” He looked from Fee to Cash. “What do you say?”

“I’m with you,” Fee said, her eyes lighting with excitement.

“I’m in,” Cash agreed.”

Instead of calling a cab, the three of them set out on foot. The entertainment marvel known as the Power and Light District jumped with activity. Nine blocks, in the heart of downtown, boasted restaurants, bars, shops, and all types of entertainment venues.

Both Cash and Stretch wore their cuts, so they didn’t hold hands, but at various times throughout the evening, Fee displayed affection to each of them. Sometimes, all three of them held hands, with her in between. Here and there, they got a side eye, but Cash found a freedom with Stretch and Fee that he’d never had.