Yeah, Outlaw was quite faithful to Meggie, surprisingly so. Blow jobs were completely different than actual fucking, in Cash’s estimation.
No harm, no foul.
“It’s just a cock suck. Fun. Something for him to think about, other than what I’m doing.”
“More diversionary tactics?”
“More? What the fuck are you talking about? This is one time.”
Guilt rushed across her face, so quickly Cash might’ve imagined it.
“We’ll see,” she murmured. “What do we do until then?”
He pointed to his sound system. “We can listen to music.”
“That’s it?”
“For right now. After we leave the park, I’ll take you back to my place, babe, and make up my lack of attention to you.”
“I’d get more enthusiasm from a fucking dead man.”
Maybe, he was a hypocritical jerk, but each time he thought about Fee and Stretch, and their sense of betrayal, he lost interest in engaging in any type of sex with Daphne. Believing Outlaw would allow another woman to suck his cock might’ve been the act of a desperate man, one who refused to admit to deeper feelings, and thus take a death-flirting ass kicking. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“You have Outlaw’s sister on your mind,” she guessed.
He stiffened.
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
Shaking his head, he put on his T-shirt then shrugged into his cut. “A thousand bucks if you play along with me and follow my lead.”
“Only money? Or money and dick, too?”
“Both,” he promised, to keep her on his side. “I’m getting breakfast. I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be here.”
Closing the door, Cash went to the main room, finding no signs of Saturday night’s wild party, although it had lasted well into mid-afternoon yesterday.
Digger walked out of the kitchen, plate in one hand, biting into the sausage he held in the other. He sat at the bar. “Ghost.”
“You’re up bright and early.”
“Had to leave Bunny room before the kids woke up.”
She still lived with Meggie and Outlaw, while Digger resided at the club.
“I can’t wait ‘til our house finished and we married.”
“Jesus Christ. All you motherfuckers with marriage.” That’s where Fee’s ideas came from.
“Yeah.” Digger snickered. “All us motherfuckers now domesticated.”
Cash grimaced. Boredom had led his father to make fucked up decisions. In Cash’s eyes, the worst of all of Parnell’s infractions was convincing his wife to bring other people into their bed. To Cash, marriage had a certain sanctity. A line that should never be crossed. Blow jobs were impersonal, nothing to worry about. Parnell went so much farther. If his father knew he couldn’t keep his cock in his pants, then he should never have walked down the aisle.
“Your sister younger than you and got a family,” Digger reminded him. “You seemed really happy for her. I know if Sloane fuck over her, you would want to fuck him up.”
“Georgie is happily married, so I’m not knocking that relationship.” Sloane loved Georgie. That would never change, but they were the exception rather than the rule. If, for some reason, Sloane did fuck over Georgie, then Cash would deal with him. He didn’t want his little sister’s heart broken.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have the same confidence in his own ability to stay faithful.
Sunlight bounced into the room as the door opened. At first, the glare prevented Cash from seeing the identity, then a little ball of energy ran toward him, right before Johnnie appeared.
Rory headed to Digger and tugged on his jeans. “Hello.”
“Hey, lil bro.”
“Mother said my name is Rory.”
“Mother?” Cash echoed, thrown for a loop every time he heard Rory refer to Kendall in that manner.
Rory’s gray eyes sought out Cash. He nodded. “Yes.”
Johnnie lifted Rory under his arm, smiling at the kid’s squeal. “Dad!”
“Digger calls everyone by a nickname, son,” he explained, sitting the boy on the stool next to the sergeant-at-arms. “He can call you lil bro.”
“Yes, sir.”
Watching them with interest, Digger scraped the potatoes from his plate. “Spend more time with CJ, okay, kid? Toughen your lil ass up.”
“Shut up, fucker,” Johnnie snapped, although he didn’t look too happy at his son’s manners, either.
Fuck, if Cash had been so proper and neat at Rory’s age, his parents would’ve loved it. Even his father. For the longest fucking time he’d wondered if he’d behaved differently would his dad have walked out. Of course, he’d been a child, not understanding the full dynamics.