Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
I turn back to the stove and light the burner. I don’t have to ask Cash if he wants cheese in his omelet or hot sauce on the side. He doesn’t have to ask me if I want cream and sugar in my coffee.
We know each other now.
I like knowing Cash this way.
I manage a smile. “I love it.”
CHAPTER 25
Cash
BEAUTIFUL MESS
We’re in the bathtub a week later when I fall in love with Mollie.
It happens all of a sudden. Or maybe it’s been happening all along, and it only takes some bubbles and a good, hard laugh for the realization to finally crystallize.
She’s on my lap, facing me. The water is hot. Small mountains of bubbles float on its surface, slicking her skin with bits of foam. Mollie insisted on the bubbles, and my girl gets what she wants.
But being an adult male, I don’t have bubble bath. I ended up squeezing some of my body wash underneath the running faucet while the tub filled up. It worked a little too well, and now we’re surrounded by bubbles.
So many fucking bubbles.
I swat them away. “I feel like I’m five again.”
“That’s a problem because?”
“Because they’re messy.” I glance at the floor, which is also covered in bubbles. “And ridiculous.”
Grinning, Mollie loops her arms around my neck and presses her tits against my chest. “Shame you don’t like messy and ridiculous things, because I am one.”
We’ve fucked five thousand times this week, our last round being twenty minutes ago in bed (we skipped Frisky Whiskey’s Friday night set at The Rattler). But my dick still twitches.
Touching this girl, fucking her, only seems to deepen my hunger for her. Because that’s what this feels like—physical hunger I can only satiate by being inside her, near her. With her.
What if she doesn’t want to stay the night again? Granted, she’s slept here every night since I brought her home from The Rattler last Friday. We’ve worked out a great little system: I’ll sneak her over an hour after supper wraps up. Lucky for us, it’s getting dark earlier now, and far as I can tell, no one has seen us.
The second we’re through the door, we’re ripping each other’s clothes off. Then we’ll either take a bath or hang in bed, where Mollie often pulls out her laptop and works while I try not to hump her leg like the horny dog she’s turned me into.
I love watching her work. She’s thoughtful, thorough, and insanely talented. I love watching her work on the design of her boots the most. I also love when she asks for my input on things—from a possible collection of more functional boots for riding and working on a ranch, to the design of Bellamy Brooks’s website. Makes me feel like she appreciates me for something other than my Stetsons.
Although she appreciates that part of me plenty.
I grab her hips, which bracket my legs, and give them a squeeze. I’m smiling hard enough for it to hurt, and I don’t care. “I stand corrected. Maybe the mess ain’t so bad.”
“I like the mess. It’s real.” She leans in to nip at my mouth. “And the bubbles make it fun.” Leaning back, she scoops some bubbles into her hand. Gently starts putting them on my face, like she’s applying shaving cream. “You know, if you’d’ve told me that first day you brought me to your place that I’d end up in this tub again, only this time with you, I would’ve laughed in your face.”
I love watching her concentrate. There’s a tiny crease between her brows. Her lips are all pouty, eyes alive with interest. Laughter.
Despite how hot the water is, the tenderness of her touch makes my arms break out in goose bumps.
“Why? You like the bath. I like the bath. I like you.”
She pulls her lips to the side in a sly grin. “You have a funny way of showing it.”
“I’ve shown you plenty.” I rock my hips, my cock meeting with her center.
Her breath catches, eyes going dark. “How are you not dead yet?”
“I work on a ranch. I got stamina.”
Although this level of stamina is new, even for me. Since last Friday night, I haven’t slept more than three hours at a time. My hunger for Mollie is so fierce, it wakes me in the middle of the night. I can’t go back to sleep until I get my fill.
Thankfully, I’m able to nap on the weekends for the first time in…forever. Last Saturday, I fell asleep fast and hard after our breakfast and sex in bed. I woke up in the middle of the afternoon with Mollie asleep on my chest.
When I checked my phone, I didn’t have a single missed call or text message. I had called Wyatt while I had my coffee that morning and told him he was in charge that day.