Love Me ~ Like That (22 page)

“I am. You sound pretty chipper yourself. Does Clay have anything to do with that?” She gives a loud audible ugh. I had thought they were getting along well, but with Lizzie, you can never tell.

“He is full of shit and as cheesy as hell. I don’t see how he is related to Cash.”

Well, I guess that won’t be a match made in heaven. She will find someone that can handle all of that attitude and big heart she hides from everyone. When she finds them, Lord help them, they are in for a crazy ride.

“So, I know you want to know what’s going on, Lizzie, what I’ve decided to do about Hendrix’s offer.” She goes eerily quiet. There is a first time for everything. “I love Granny and Papa with all of my heart, they have sacrificed their whole lives for us, Lizzie.” I pause to take a breath.

She jumps in. “Bailey. You. Can. Not. Do. This.”

She won’t even let me reply because she is in full-on rant now.

“If I need to quit school too and take on two full time jobs to help with their bills and medical expenses, I will do it, Bailey.”

God, I love this girl. “Wait a minute, Lizzie. Cool your tits. If you will let me get a breath in, I will tell you what I’ve decided. Even though I love them, I can’t go back to Hendrix, even if they would get top of the line health care. Is that selfish? Probably, but Lizzie, I want a love like theirs. I want their kind of love or nothing at all.”

I think my take no shit friend is crying.

“Bailey, I want that kind of love too, but I just don’t think it’s possible for me.”

I hate that she feels this way. “Lizzie, there is someone out there for everyone, even you. I truly believe that. I’ve asked Cash to come over to talk because I want to clear the air with him. I feel this connection with him, Lizzie. I can’t explain it, but it’s like kismet.”

She sniffs a little. “I think he is your prince charming, Bailey. You need to go get him and if he says it’s too late, call me and we will hog tie him just like you told Granny.”

We both end up laughing. I’m so glad we could turn this around on a happier note.

“Right now, I’m scared that I don’t have time for a real relationship, Lizzie. I have too much going on. I have to devote my time to getting Papa and Granny taken care of. I have to put them first.” I hope she can understand.

“You know I’m here to help. You’re not in this alone, and you’ve never been alone in this.”

I know she is right, but I can only focus on them right now.

I hear a knock at the door, so we say our goodbyes. Only a few minutes have passed, but I open the door and hold my arm out wide to Cash. “Hey, I want to apologize for my behavior. You were right, I do need to grow the fuck up.”

He walks into the house. “Bailey, I shouldn’t have said that to you. It was uncalled for. I think you are worth so much more than Hendrix is willing to give you.” He reaches over and touches my face, running his thumb over my cheekbone.

He has beautiful eyes that I almost get lost in every time he looks at me. I need to turn away or close my eyes to get through with what I have to say or I will cave. “I’ve come to realize I don’t need a man to take care of me or my grandparents, I can do all of that myself.”

“Bailey, has that prick got you thinking, if you’re grown up you don’t need anyone? Or was it me that made you feel that way? If so, I’m sorry. Growing up isn’t about not needing someone. We all need someone. It’s about taking care of your own shit.”

He looks at me sadly.

“The point was not to go back to him just for his money. I can help you with money.”

“Cash, I don’t need or want your money. However, I need you…want you for a few other reasons.” Yeah, that last part was corny, but I need him to know I want him for sex, or at least for him to know only sex is an option.

He looks skeptical.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
“I was wondering if you would be interested in a mutually beneficial relationship.”

He pulls me close. “Bailey, I want more than that with you. Don’t you know that you deserve more than being someone’s fuck buddy?”

I stare into those baby blues. “What if that’s all I have time for, Cash?” The tear running down my cheek doesn’t help my case for being grownup. “Doing all of this shit on my own is going to take all of my time. My choice is to put my responsibilities first, but I will have to get my sexual desires met whenever possible.”

“I still think you are worth more than this. I’m willing to give you all the time you need. I will come sit over here with you and play checkers, if that is all you can give me, because I want all of you, Bailey. I want your kind, loving heart, your sass and attitude, your beautiful smile, and I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me now, but I’ll wait for the rest because nothing else in this world would feel right.”

He has made my day. He’s spoken all the words I didn’t even know I wanted to hear.

“It’s over between Hendrix and me. I don’t want anything else to do with him, I told him that. He also knows that I don’t even want to remain friends with him. There isn’t anyone else I want to have a relationship with. Only you.” I reach up on my tippy toes and kiss him. I can feel the moment he gives in to the idea because his body relaxes, and his kiss becomes passionate.

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, “Which way to your room?”

He is kissing me like these will be our last kisses.

“Tha…” Even kissing this man feels erotic. “Over.” I point as I continue kissing him.

He opens my door and sets me down as he lets out a long-winded breath. “Sweet Cheeks, you seem like you want things rough and hard.”

I nod eagerly. He is so in tune with me.

“But I want to show you how a man worships a woman. When I’m finished with you, you will know how it feels to be a woman. I want to take my time and enjoy every inch of you.” He slowly unbuttons my top.

“What if I just want hard? Not all the sweet stuff, Cash? I’ve never been able to come with the slow sex. I need fast. I’m a grown ass woman after all. That’s what you want. Not some kind of little princess you have to treat with kid gloves.”

He pulls me to him hard and kisses me with more desire than I ever thought was possible with kissing alone. He has my shirt all undone and sees I’m not wearing a bra. I push him down on the bed.

“Bailey, I never said I intend to treat you like you were made of glass.” He does that little flip thing again, and takes my nipple in his mouth and bites down on it.

“Augh.” That’s more than a nip.

He licks it and sucks on it then journeys downward, kissing, licking, and nipping along the way. He burns me, making me ache everywhere he touches. He moves to my core, murmuring about me tasting like honey. The vibrations of his words make me tingle. He slides a finger inside of me, twisting it, and I’m completely drenched. He takes his time kissing and licking me.

He pushes both of my legs up with one hand, rather high in the air and grips my ass. Then he moves his head down and gives one of my cheeks a bite, “I’ve wanted to bite this ass for a while now. It’s a perfect ass. It fits in my palms. I just want to lick it and make it mine.” He licks from my ass to my bundle of nerves, sending sparks down my legs.

Hendrix had always refused to go down on me because he thought it was unhygienic. He said anything that smells that bad when it bleeds can’t taste good. I always thought maybe I had an odor that repelled him.

Cash seems to like my smell. He is licking, biting, and sucking on me. He has taken ownership. He has his fingers in me while sucking and nipping. Then he moves his tongue down a little further while moving his thumb on my nub.

I’m coming up off the bed, pressing my hips harder into his face. My legs tremble. I can’t lie still and I feel myself tighten. “Cash, oh Cash, you need to, oh I’m about to, oh I can’t…” Then I do. I come on his face. This is our first time and I exploded on his face.

He looks at me with his face all moistened then takes his hand and wipes off the wetness. “What was it you were trying to say, Sweet Cheeks?” He crawls up my body.

I’m tearing at his clothes. He has on way too many things. They have to go, now. “I was saying that you need to take your clothes off, too!”

He laughs. No one laughs during sex, at least not in my experience. I finally get him undressed and see his entire body for the first time. He is beautiful. He has been chiseled by masterful hands. That using him for sex idea I had was awesome. I need to do more brainstorming while I’m pissed off.

I rub my hands over the contours of his body then I leisurely run the tips of my fingers over his pecs and follow by licking them.

I look into his eyes and they have gone hooded. He can’t keep his hands off of me either. Between kisses, touches and exploring each other’s bodies, I make my way down his body. He is twice the size of Hendrix. I never realized how big those things can get. Hell, he is bigger than anyone I have ever been with, and his cock is beautiful. I never knew they could be beautiful, but his is a work of art. I want to take him in my mouth and taste him, but now that it is my turn to give him pleasure, I want to savor the moment. I kiss him from his hips downward until I get to his inner thighs where I lick and gently cup his balls, rolling them around just a tad in my hand. I lick on each side of the base of his shaft, and he twitches, so I look at him. Desire is all over his face. His lips are parted and I see a flush on his cheeks.

He reaches down and plays in my hair. He doesn’t push me toward his cock or ram himself at me. He runs his fingers through my hair.

His touch is gentle. It feels tender. I’ve never had tender. It’s nice and makes me want him more. I lick the tip of his erection with little butterfly flicks.

He moans my name.

His hips twitch.

He holds his breath.

I swirl my tongue around the tip watching for his reactions. I flatten my tongue against the surface at the bottom, swirling it as I go back up to the tip.

He blows out a long, soulful, deep exhale.

Then I take him in, a little at a time, twirling my tongue and making humming noises. I want to see if the vibrations feel as good for him as they did for me.

He whispers something about heaven.

I move one of my hands to his shaft now that it’s good and wet, pumping rhythmically.

He takes one of his hands out of my hair and pinches my nipple.

Chills race down my spine. I increase the pressure and the pace of my pumping.

He is getting more vocal, and his eyes are closed now with his mouth open. He pulsates, he is getting close.

I don’t stop because I want him to explode in my mouth then afterward I want to lick every drop off of him.

He grips my comforter, his fingers holding on tight.

I can see his veins popping out on his forearm. Then just like that, he comes in my mouth and I swallow down every last ounce he provides for me. I can’t help but smile at him. He is smoldering.

Cash pulls me up and kisses me fervently. We both want more, and I want him inside of me now. “I have condoms in my nightstand.”

He reaches over and pulls open the drawer. Looking inside, his face breaks into a grin. “Sweet Cheeks, you do like to play!” He gets a condom but leaves the drawer open. “We can get to your toys later, but right now, it’s just you and me.”

She isn’t supposed to feel this good. She isn’t a virgin, but she is so tight around my cock she fucking feels like one. Sinking into her is heaven. Anyone can have sex, but I want to make love to her. I’m watching her. A pure carnal lust comes over her face and her teeth sink down into her bottom lip. I’m slowly learning her body, and I want to take my time and make this good for her. There isn’t any reason to rush this.

“Cash, more,” she pleads. “Mmmm.”

I increase my rhythmic thrust, just enough to give her a sweet ache. Not too much yet.

Her body arches.

I thrust in a little further, pump a little faster. I have to remain in control, somewhat, because I don’t want to hurt her.

“Cash.” She says a little breathy—almost panting. “You feel so good, Cash. Ahh!”

She’ll make me lose my control with all these little moans, and I don’t want this over too quickly so I kiss her neck and nibble at her collarbone. She is getting louder with her acknowledgments of pleasure. She moves her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust.