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Leaving the hospital, I’m still
in a funk. I’d go home, but that means facing the guys, and
that’s not happening if I can help it. I pull out my phone.
There’s a single text message from Savannah:
Dinner?

I can’t type back “yes”
fast enough. A night with Savannah is just what I need. After what
happened between us last time, it’s safe to say we have some
unfinished business - and I need to make this day disappear. Last
night, I saved her from her past, now it’s her turn to make me
forget mine.

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

Cash

 

Dating is a level of hell I prefer to
ignore, but for Savannah, I can make the effort.

Parker was my hook up for the
restaurant—he pulled his New York strings, and suddenly I had a
table at this hot new sushi place. All monochromatic colors and small
bits of food served on little cubes of noori-wrapped rice. I don’t
have the best track record with sushi, as everyone knows from my food
poisoning incident a few years back. Part of me wonders if Parker did
this as some kind of revenge. But I forget about all that when we’re
shown to our table.

“I can’t believe you got
reservations here,” Savannah gushes, gazing around the lush
interior. “I’ve been dying to come here.”

Right away, I start to relax. Savannah
can have that effect on a man. We’re seated beside each other
in a secluded booth, in the back of the restaurant.

She smiles over the rim of her wine
glass. She wore dark red lipstick this evening, and on her pale skin
it makes her lips stand out like lush berries, waiting to be tasted.

“Do you take all your ladies
here?” she asks, noticing my lingering gaze.

“You’re my first,” I
wink.

“There is something Cash Gardner
hasn’t done? I’m shocked.” She’s teasing.

“I’m open to new
experiences.” My gaze drops to her lips again, then lower. Her
curves are on fine display tonight in a little black dress that’s
begging to be tossed on my bedroom floor. That kiss from before was a
tantalizing taste of what’s to come, but dammit, I don’t
want to sit through the main course before I get to enjoy dessert.

“So where do you usually take
other girls?” Savannah asks.

“On a little walk up a short
flight of stairs. If you’re nice, I’ll
show you my apartment sometime,” I add.

“So no dating for Cash Gardner?”
Savannah reaches for the edamame beans and teases one free from the
skin.

“Interested in my dating life?”

She shrugs with a bashful grin. “You
know all about mine.”

This is probably why I’ve put off
dating as long as I have, because at some point a girl like Savannah
is going to start asking questions.

I try to keep things light. “You
think I have no standards.”

“Standards… or direction,”
she offers. And coming after a million other digs about my bachelor
lifestyle, I can’t let this one go.

“Always have to be heading
somewhere, don’t you?” I ask. “So what is this,
then? Dinner between friends? Dinner between more than friends? A
date?”

That stumps her. Savannah for once
cannot find a quick comeback. She may play the prim and proper
lawyer, but clut I’m sure she’s just as ready to cut
loose as the rest of us.

“What do you want it to be?”
she asks.

“That’s not up to me, is
it? It takes two to make this work.” I fix my gaze on her, not
letting her eyes fall away. “Sometimes you need to let go of
what’s holding you back, dragging you down.”

“And what do you think is holding
me back?” she asks, her gaze turning cautious. I know she’s
expecting me to bring up that asshole Tanner, but he’s not the
problem right now.

“That whip-smart brain of yours.
You’re thinking too much,” I tell her.

She laughs. “You prefer your
women brainless?”

“No, I’m saying, you
overthink things, it’s what you do. You’re a lawyer,
you’re used to making arguments, being logical. But some things
aren’t about logic. They’re instinct. Heat. Chemistry.”

I slide a hand under the table and find
her bare knee. I stroke the soft skin gently. Savannah inhales in a
rush, so damn sexy it’s hard to keep control.

“You got your heart broken, so
now you’re trying to play it safe. It’s why you’re
so obsessed with this idea of finding something real, a stable
relationship,” I tell her, still tracing slow circles on the
inside of her knee. “But did you ever think that might be the
last thing you need? Whatever happened to following your gut? Taking
something because you want it. Because you need it.”

My hand traces higher. Savannah’s
eyes glaze. Her knees part, allowing my fingers to edge further up
under her skirt.

I can see her breath coming faster now.
“What if I want something I shouldn’t have?” she
whispers.

“Shouldn’t?” I echo,
still fighting to keep it together. Damn, the feel of this woman’s
silky thighs has blood rushing straight to my cock. “Says who?”

Savannah shrugs. “Cassie. Ryder.
You.”

Me?

“You keep telling me, you don’t
do relationships. You just like to fuck and run.”

I grit my teeth. “I can promise
you, Savannah, after I’ve fucked you the way you deserve to be
fucked, both of us are going to be too spent to be running anywhere.”

Her eyes flash. She bites her lip, and
I can see the desire warring in her eyes. She’s on the edge,
ready to leap.

The least I can do is make it easy for
her.

Curling my fingertips higher between
her thighs, I brush against the lace of her panties. Savannah jolts.
I stroke again, and I see her lips part in a silent moan.

Her panties are damp to the touch.

Fuck, I need to be buried inside her
sweet cunt – and soon.

I grab my wallet and throw down two
twenties. We haven’t even ordered yet, but I can’t wait
any longer. “Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand. I almost
yank her out of the booth and toward the door. “We’re
leaving.”

Savannah doesn’t argue, she
follows me out of the restaurant, past the confused-looking hostess.

Sorry, buddy, but if you knew how wet
this girl was, you’d understand the need for speed.

I’m parked down the block, but we
don’t even make it that far. To my surprise – and joy –
Savannah suddenly stops dead on the sidewalk, then yanks me into an
alleyway.

Before I can think twice, her soft
limbs are wrapped around me, and that lush, wicked mouth is on mine.

Fuck. Yes.

I kiss her back, hard, and shove her up
against the wall. Savannah moans, pressing into me, her breasts hot
against my chest. I run my hands over that amazing body, grabbing her
ass and driving her harder into me, against my aching, rock-hard
cock.

Savannah bites down on my lip. Yeah, I
can play like that. I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist as
I shove her dress up around those sweet thighs and grind against her,
loving the feel of her body, but needing her 100% more naked, and
fast.

She thrusts back, panting now. In the
dark alley, her face is shadowed, but I can see the look in her eyes
and fuck if it doesn’t send me closer to the edge. She wants
this.

She wants me.

I reach between us and push her panties
aside. I stroke over her slick clit and then bury two fingers inside
her.

She groans into my mouth, bucking
against my hand. Fuck, she can’t get enough. I thrust my
fingers hard, grinding my palm against her clit.

“Fuck,” Savannah gasps.
“Cash.”

Hearing my name like this is such a
fucking turn on. She’s so wild, I knew she’d be like
this. A hellcat, ready to fight. I pump faster, her slick channel so
fucking tight, it makes me crazy.

I’m going to fuck her all night.
I’m going to show this girl things she’s never dreamed
of.

I dip my head to her breasts, nipping
at her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Savannah clutches
hold of my head, practically offering her breasts to me on a silver
platter.

Fuck yeah, baby. This is only the
appetizer.

She’s close, I can feel it.
Suddenly, her climax rips through her, and I can’t hold back
anymore. I reach for my zipper, and that’s when she pulls away,
gasping.

“What’s that sound?”
she asks.

“What?” The only sound I
care about is the scream when my cock drills deep inside her.

“Your phone,” Savannah
says, flushed and panting. “Someone’s calling.”

“Fuck them.” I growl. “Or
to be precise, fuck you.”

“Wait, Cash—”
Savannah slips down from my embrace. She yanks her dress down,
looking around. “What are we doing?”

“Well, I was just making you come
your brains out,” I say, impatient. I’ve got a hard on
like you wouldn’t believe, and I haven’t even gotten
started showing this girl what I can do.

“But, here?” Savannah
straightens up. “We could get arrested! You need to answer your
phone, and we need to go someplace else.”

I’m about to yell in frustration,
when she gives me a sudden blinding smile. “Somewhere with a
bed,” Savannah says. “And a locked door, and a supply of
energy drinks.”

I relax. Now she’s talking.

“Consider it a deal.” I
button my pants again, and pull my phone from my pocket. 3 missed
calls.

Tasha.

Savannah crosses the street ahead of me
to the car, and I call my sister back.

“Hey Tasha, what’s
up?”

“Cash, can you come get me?
Please?” I can hear the tears in her voice over the pounding
music. Wherever she is, it’s not a place I want my baby sister
to be.
Shit
. I will never,
ever give Jackson a hard time about being overprotective of Shelby
ever again.

Ever.

My lust disappears. “Where are
you?” I demand. “Text me the address. I’m leaving
now.”

“Okay. Please hurry.”

I hang up, and the address is almost
instantly in my messages. I recognize the street— Tasha’s
on Frat Row. There isn’t time to explain all of this mess to
anyone.

“What’s up?” Savannah
asks, when I catch up with her. She’s looking so damn good in
the streetlight, I hate myself for having to do this..

“I have to go,” I say.
“It’s an emergency at the bar.”

“Oh.” Her face falls. “OK,
that’s fine.”

“Savannah—”

“Cash.” Leaning in, she
kisses my cheek. “It’s your job, I get it. You can drop
me off on your way.”

My phone beeps again.
Tasha,
only for you
.

Dammit.

“Actually, I need to hurry, and
you’re kind of out of the way.” I’m such a dick,
and it shows on her face, but there’s no time. “Can you
grab a cab?”

Savannah blinks. “Sure.”

“Look, there’s one now.”
I flag it down, and hustle her inside before she can say a word.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, OK?”

“OK—”

They’re gone before she’s
done talking. I sprint to my car, and gun the engine.

Tasha, you owe me for this.

 

Students leak out of the frat house
doing the drunken shuffle. The fine façade
doesn’t dissuade me from the fact that my sister’s
called me in for a 9-1-1. Inside, the music pounds and the drinks are
poured so strong I can smell them from here. Along with a collection
of smells I’d rather not identify.

I check my phone again:
First
floor living room.
Tasha promised to stay in that
room until I got to her. I’d have preferred she find something
more private—with a lock—but all of those rooms were
taken, she said—and the bathroom was off limits.

“You’re cute,” a
college girl says, stumbling into me. She’s gone. If there’s
one rule I have, it’s that I don’t fuck wasted girls.
It’s not sexy when someone can’t remember their own name,
let alone what happened when they wake up the next day. She leans in,
and I almost get tipsy from her breath. Apparently, Tasha’s not
the only one who needs saving tonight.

“You’re drunk.” I
take her glass and pour it out. She pouts and backs off.

“Don’t
touch me.” I hear Tasha over the music and crush of the
crowd. Pushing my way through the pack, I find her seated on a couch
in what I’m sure in her mind counted as a whole outfit, but I
can only call a rag. Her movements are slow, but not so sluggish that
she’s completely wasted.

A boy has his hands down her skimpy
dress and she’s trying to push him off.

I see fucking red.

“Hey,” I say, grabbing the
kid by the back of his shirt and yanking him off. “She said
stop.”

“Who the fuck do you think you
are?”

I’m ready to smash his smug
little face in, but Tasha pulls me back. “Please,” she
begs, tearful. “I just want to go. Please?”

I throw the guy down. Any other night,
and he’d need stitches, but right now, I just want to get Tasha
out.

We head back outside and to my car.
Tasha doesn’t say a word, she just curls up in the front seat.

“Did he hurt you?” I
demand.

“No, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Just leave it, OK?” Tasha
demands.

I try to calm down. She’s safe
now, and it doesn’t look like that asshole hurt her. But there
is no way she can go home like this. Mom would go ballistic, and Dad
would lecture her for days. I’m surprised they haven’t
tried to dry her out already. Or maybe it’s just easier to
pretend that she doesn’t have this problem. Just like they
could pretend they weren’t to blame for ruining other peoples’
lives.

“Burgers or tacos?” I ask.
We’ll grab some food, she’ll relax and have some time for
herself before she has to deal with mom and dad.

“Just take me home.” She
pulls her knees up to her chest and lays her head on top. There is no
way I’m surrendering her to my parents’ care.

“Hey,” I say, tousling her
hair like I did when she was a kid. She bats at my hand, but for a
split second I get a smile. I think there’s hope to finding the
sister from my childhood.

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