“To the bathroom,” I say, and his hand runs down my hip where his fingers squeeze in.
“Come back to bed when you’re done.” I roll out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I make quick work of taking care of business so I can get back to Cash. Once I get back to the room, Cash is sitting up in bed, his back to the headboard, and his shirtless upper-body exposed. I crawl from the bottom of the bed, watching his eyes darken as I make my way up and straddle his waist. His hands slide up my thighs to my ass, pulling me tighter against him.
“So what are we going to do today?” I ask, leaning in to kiss the tattoo of Jax and Ashlyn’s names on his chest. Unlike his brothers, he only has a couple of tattoos. This one has his kids’ names intertwined with sharp lines and a floral vine wrapped around them, almost like it’s holding them together. His other tattoo runs down his side along his ribs, and says, ‘Experience is the hardest kind of teacher. It gives you the test first, and the lesson afterward.’ The script is swirly and looks awesome against his skin. I can’t help but get lost looking at him. His well-defined abs lead down to a deep V that I trace with my fingers.
“Did you hear me?” He chuckles, and I feel my cheeks get warm as my eyes meet his.
“What?”
“I said how about we have a naked house day?”
“A naked house day?” I repeat, studying his face.
“Yep.” His hands run up my thighs, and then under my tank top, his hands skimming my waist and over my breasts as he pulls it off over my head. “Naked house day.” His thumbs run over my nipples, making me arch closer to him. “The rules for naked house day are we stay naked all day, no matter what we’re doing.” His mouth covers one nipple; he pulls hard, then releases and blows a cool breath over it.
“Sounds like fun,” I moan, my hands going to his hair as he gives my other nipple the same attention. “Did you just make this up?” I ask as he rolls me over, sliding inside.
“Yep,” is all he says before I drag his mouth down to mine, wrapping my legs around him.
“No more!” I cry as I feel Cash come up behind me. I got away from him ten minutes ago. I thought naked house day sounded like fun this morning, but now it’s seven at night and I’m starving, my legs feel like they are going to fall off, my body is covered in love bites, and all I want to do is sleep.
“Babe, you’re naked standing in the middle of the kitchen looking sexy as hell. I can’t help it,” he says, his mouth coming to my neck.
“No more.” I jump away from him, running to the other side of the counter. “I need food,” I tell him, stepping back when I see that he looks ready to pounce.
“Okay, okay, you’re right. I need to feed you,” he says, holding his hands out in front of him.
“Thank you,” I sigh, my head dropping forward.
“After I feed you, you’re mine again.”
“Did you take something?” I ask exasperatedly.
“What?” He smirks, showing off both dimples.
“It can’t be normal for a guy to get hard so quickly after…” I say quietly, looking down at his very hard cock and waving my hand in its direction.
“This is all your fault.” His fist wraps around his cock and begins moving in slow strokes. “All I have to do is look at you and I’m ready to go again.”
“Food,” I say, watching as he works himself. I lick my lips and feel my lower belly clench. I have no idea how I can still get wet after the amount of times I’ve orgasmed today.
“I’ll feed you,” he says, taking a step closer to me. His free hand goes to my hip, turning me to face the countertop. “Put your hands flat on top and don’t move them.” I do as he says, my breasts pressing into the cold counter. He uses his foot to spread my legs farther apart; once he has me how he wants me, his fingers run over my clit, making my body jump at the contact. I feel like every nerve ending is exposed; the slightest touch is almost too much. “You’re wet,” he states, sounding almost surprised. I don’t say anything, just nod my head. I feel his warmth hit my back, his legs bending right before he fills me, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes.
“Oh,” I moan as my fingers dig into the countertop.
“I love being inside you,” he groans. He keeps pulling almost all the way out before slamming back inside, each thrust causing my sensitive nipples to slide over the counter. His hand slides around my waist before traveling down and over my clit. I press back against him, trying to get away from his fingers. Everything that I’m feeling is too much. Without warning, I hear a loud smack and feel the sting from his palm against my ass. My body jumps, and I feel myself become even wetter. I cry out when his fingers pinch my clit, and my body bucks against his as I orgasm. I clench around him. My body burns from the inside out. Lights dance behind my closed eyelids. I know I’m dragging him over with me when I feel his fingers digging into my hips and his loud roar fills the room. His body collapses on top of mine. I can feel his heart beating wildly against my back, his chest heaving up and down.