Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Her hands frame my face. “Please, Gunner.”
I push down on her throat, and her eyes roll back. “I think you can do better than that, Sparrow. A girl like you who wants to get fucked like a common whore must know how to beg.”
Cash moves her hand down my body, and her fingers brush across my crotch momentarily.
I grab her wrists and slam her arms above her head. “If you want me to dick you down, you’re going to have to ask. Nicely.”
“I want you to fuck me, Gunner. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want you to take me whenever you want, however you want. Please, do what you want, but just fuck me,” she begs.
Her guard’s down as she trains her eyes on anything but me. I catch her chin, forcing her gaze to settle on mine. “Look me in the eye when you say it this time.”
She huffs a small breath, resentment coursing through her irises as she wages some sort of bullshit war with herself. She knows what she wants. Cash has zero issues with confidence. The girl exudes it. But here she is, denying what she wants.
“Gunner…this morning has been amazing, but I don’t think you know what you’re in for with this. I’m complicated. Really fucking complicated.”
She appears so broken down with concern like I’ve just crawled on board a sinking ship. I recognize the look in her eyes. My mom had it for years. Punishing herself for choices others made for her. Never able to live her life the way she wanted to. A pawn in a world run by older, corrupt men who wanted to use her and discarded her when they were finished with their new toy.
I have no clue what Cash has been through before she found herself in my bar. But it breaks my fucking heart that she’s shutting down something that could make her happy before it even starts just to keep herself safe.
“We’re all complicated. My life isn’t perfect. It’s a pretty mess. But I’m not a piece of china that will break if you look at me funny. If you’re game to see where this goes, so am I.” I slip my palm down her neck, wrap it in her hair, and level with her. “I’ve got a clear idea of what I’m getting into with you, Sparrow. Do I want to make love to you? Yes. Would I love to eat your cunt for hours and make you come repeatedly? Yes. But I also want to hunt you like an animal, chase you into the woods back there and fuck you when you least expect it. Use your body until you're a quivering mess on the forest floor, begging me to stop. You came here to find something. You stumbled into my life. Now that you’re in it, I won’t let you run from me unless it’s to be fucked, hard and fast.” I place two tender kisses at the corner of her lips.
“You don’t even know who I am,” she whispers.
“Three-time Grammy winner Cash Leigh. Pop sensation. Billboard Top 100 Artist of the Year. You’ve won a ton of other awards, but I’m not sure if they matter to artists.” I smile, thinking that my mother called them fluff awards. She always said it wasn't worth a lick if it wasn’t a Grammy or a Country Music Award.
“My MTV award mattered very much, thank you,” Cash says with a huff and a smile. “I thought you didn’t have a television.”
“I don’t have a TV, but I have access to the internet. I live in a small town, but we know what modern technology is.”
She freezes. Her pretty, warm eyes appear shocked and frozen. “I wasn’t implying that you didn’t. I’m sorry.”
I pull back, searching her eyes. “Whoa, whoa, who’s accusing you of being insulting, darlin’.”
Cash looks away for a second before returning her pretty eyes to me. “Sorry. It’s just that I’m constantly apologizing these days. It seems like it’s a force of habit. I don’t even mean it for half the shit they’re accusing me of.” She shrugs. “Well, I guess they’re not accusations if they’re true, but I’m not hurting anyone. There are vultures in my business that feast on innocence until nothing is left, but the paparazzi would rather go after me than them. At least my shit was with consenting adults, not some dirty old man with a beer gut and a wide-eyed fourteen-year-old girl.”
I pull back from her, giving her space to talk to me without being crowded. She swallows as if trying to push back the words that want to burst from her lips or maybe find the courage to tell me her truth.
“I came here to find myself, not to fall into the first guy I meet. Not to mention that guys got me in this situation in the first place. I haven’t even figured out what my future looks like. I’ve just been writing songs and trying to get back to that feeling of falling in love with music again. My manager is breathing down my neck to make a decision, but the truth of it is… I’m not good at that. I let everyone else decide my career for a long time, and they created Cash Leigh. I want to find Cashleigh Wilson again. The little girl who sang country songs on the front porch with her grandparents. That girl dancing up on stage and lip-syncing in the music videos isn’t me. That’s the pop princess they created to stuff down the radio waves. I’m messy with dark cravings and a broken, battered soul, but the only thing the world has ever seen is a sunny girl with a wide smile. The truth is, Gunner, I don’t even know who I am anymore.”