“You’re doing it right,” he says as his mouth takes mine in a deep kiss, my fingers digging into his chest. I pull my mouth away from his, kissing my way down his chest to the edge of his boxers. I pull them down and lick up his length with one long stroke of my tongue. I want him in my mouth, but I really want him inside me, so I roll to my back, lift my hips off the bed and my legs into the air, pulling my panties off and tossing them away. I start to roll back when my ankles are grabbed and crossed above me, then pushed down towards my head.
“What are you doing?” I breathe as I feel his mouth suck the skin at the back of my thighs.
“If you have to ask, I’m doing it wrong,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. Then he licks me.
“Oh.” I try to move, but in this position, I’m immobile. He licks me again, and this time I can feel his tongue slide lightly over my clit. Before he licks me again, I try to push up to get more contact, but he presses my legs closer to my body.
“So pink.” He blows against my wet pu**y. I then feel one finger circling right outside my entrance. “How long do you think I can keep you on edge before you flip out?”
“Not long.” I shake my head frantically as I feel him lick me lightly again.
“Humm.” I feel the vibration against me before he licks again, this time with a little more pressure. He keeps teasing with one fingertip inside me.
“Cash,” I moan, trying to free my legs.
“No,” he growls, holding me down. Then his mouth opens over me. I feel like I'm going to come out of my skin if he doesn’t do something…more. I don’t know what comes over me, but his mouth and fingers giving me some yet not enough makes me crazy. Finally, I can’t take anymore, and somehow, I flip him over onto his back and impale myself on him.
“God,” I moan loudly, and Cash sits up, his hand coming up to cover my mouth.
“Jesus.” I can hear the strain in his voice. His hand leaves my mouth, and then his mouth is on mine, my hips rolling as I grind down hard. “Fuck, just like that, baby. Fuck me hard,” he groans against my mouth, his words making me take him harder. I’m breathing so heavily that I feel like I’m running a race. I feel warm heat begin to fill my lower belly, and then Cash’s hands are at my br**sts, lifting both, his fingers pinching one nipple as he drags the other to his mouth. His teeth closing around my nipple and then adding suction makes me cry out, and my movements still as I feel my orgasm consuming me. Like a volcanic explosion, red-hot heat flows through my veins before settling and slowing to a lazy flow. I have had orgasms before, but with him, they feel like they are taking me over, so consuming that time stops. My head falls forward then his hands are on my ass, pulling me up before dropping me down his length. I can still feel myself convulsing around him as he grows even larger, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
“Lilly.” He says my name in a deep growl that I swear I can feel in my soul. His movements stop dead, his arms wrapping tightly around me. My face buries in his shoulder. Both our breathing is erratic. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Ummhum.” I breathe against his skin, my eyelids feeling heavy. He lays down with his erection still inside me, his body wrapped around me.
“Sleep,” he whispers into the top of my head. I can hear the steady beat of his heart and feel the rise and fall of his breathing, and like a lullaby, the sound and feel of it puts me to sleep.
Chapter 8
Cash
I wake up with a start and look around. I don’t know what caused me to wake up until I hear another loud bang coming from the kitchen or living room. My stomach tightens as a surge of adrenaline rushes through me. I lean over Lilly’s sleeping body and whisper in her ear that she needs to wake up. She grumbles something, trying to burrow into my side before I shake her gently. “Lilly, someone’s in the house. I need you to get the kids and take them both into Jax’s room. In the back of his closet is a hidden door. Go in there and wait for me.”
“What?” She rolls of the bed quickly, looking around.
“Look at me, Lil,” I say quietly as another loud bang sounds through the house. I can see Lilly start to panic by the light of dawn coming though the bedroom window. Her face is pale as she comes around to my side of the room, her body shaking. I pull her closer to me. “Listen to me,” I tell her a little more firmly. “Take my phone,” I say, handing her my cell. “Go get Ashlyn, take her to Jax’s room, and do as I told you. Get both of them and yourself into the room in the back of Jax closet, shut the door, and call the police. Tell them that there is a break-in. Do not come out no matter what you hear. Do not come out until I come get you, or until the police come get you.”
“Okay,” she says, looking at the door.
“It will be okay,” I tell her, going to the closet and pulling out a baseball bat. For the first time ever, I wish I kept a gun in the house.
“Be careful,” she says, and I nod and open our bedroom door, looking both ways before sending Lilly across the hall. I watch her as she makes her way down to where Ashlyn’s room is, and once she clears the doorway I hear another loud bang. I make my way towards the living room and look around the corner into the kitchen. I hear a cry from behind me, and I know that Lilly can’t find the kids.
She can’t find them because they are both in the kitchen standing on chairs that they have pulled up to the counter, and they have a bowl between them, along with a bag of flour.
“Cash,” I hear cried from behind as Lilly plows into me. “The kids aren’t there,” she says franticly.
“I know,” I tell her calmly.
“What? I just said the kids aren’t in their rooms, and you don’t care?” she yells. I pull her around the corner and both kids are looking nervously at us; the flour that was on the counter in the bag is now covering both of them, and there is a white cloud of it filling the kitchen. “Oh, my God,” she says, leaving my side, rushing into the kitchen, pulling both of the kids in for a hug, and covering herself with flour in the process. “What are you guys doing?” she asks them, looking around and seeing that they have made a huge mess.
“We’re making you breakfast,” Jax says sheepishly, looking at me then around the kitchen.
“It’s five in the morning,” I say, putting the bat down before I cross my arms over my chest, looking around at the flour-bomb they set off.
