Cash (Sexy Bastard #2) (13 page)

I let her go, and watch her slip
through the crowd. I fully intend to hunt her down as fast as I can.
She doesn’t deserve to be haunted by that prick Tanner Jakes.

“You break her heart and I’ll
break your balls,” Cassie says. I glance at Ryder, who clearly
is staying out of this. “I mean it.”

“I don’t
intend to,” I say over my shoulder as I follow Savannah’s
path. She’s not heading toward the bar—she’s
heading toward the exit. This time I’m not letting her slip
through my fingers.

“Wait
up,” I try to catch her.

“I just need some air.”

“Then why didn’t you just
say so?” I take her hand and pull her through the crowd. Some
people grunt and shoot us the evil eye, angry that we’re
messing with their view of the match.

I lead her up a set of stairs that hug
the side of the warehouse. Opening the door at the top, I step back
and let her step out onto the roof first. Atlanta’s silhouette
glows in the darkness, enticing anyone to come play on her streets.
Only the brightest stars puncture the lights of the city. It’s
Atlanta just the way I like her: a wink and a nod and a good time to
be had. The warehouse roof provides us a front porch to her secrets.
It’s one of my favorite places in any of our bars.

Savannah walks over to a set of lounge
chairs. We’ve been toying with the idea of turning this into
separate party area, but now I’m glad we have the place to
ourselves. I need us to be alone for everything I want to do with her
tonight, and I’ve got a feeling it won’t wait. Still,
there’s something wrong, so I hold back, watching her for some
sign of where her head is at.

She takes a deep breath, pressing her
breast tight against the deep v in her dress.

“Tanner came by my apartment last
night.”

All rational thought stops, and all I
want to do is pound my fists on Tanner’s face.

“Did he hurt you?” I go sit
by her and rest a hand on her arm. It won’t matter how many
bodyguards he has or how much money his stupid songs have made him, I
will put him in a body bag myself if he laid a hand on Savannah.

She shakes her head. “I’m
fine. It’s over. I’m glad, in a way,” she adds, and
my jealous streak burns before she adds, “I think I needed it –
to hear him say everything I ever wanted him to say. So I could slam
the fucking door in his face.”

I grin, relieved. That’s my girl.
She doesn’t seem cut up about it, not anymore. “You
should have called me to come kick his ass,” I
say, not even kidding.

“I handled it.” She gives
me a wicked grin, and her eyes drop to my lap – my cock
straining against my jeans. “I’m good at handling
things.”

Fuck.

“And what sort of things do you
handle?” I let my fingers trail down her arm. She gives a
little shiver, and I see her nipples pebble hard beneath the thin
fabric of her dress.

Her hand slides over my thigh, teasing
against my denim-clad cock.

“I think I can handle you.”

Now damn, if that isn’t an
invitation. Still, something keeps me from shoving up that dress and
fucking her right now. I want to savor every taste of her –
I’ve sure waited long enough.

Sneaking a hand around her hip, I pull
Savannah flush against me. She lets out a breath and it comes out as
a moan.

My kiss is hot and demanding. Our
tongues meet, and neither of us seems to want to surrender first. I
want to bury myself in her and never come up for air. All those years
of experience, and I’m about to lose myself like a teen in the
back of a car. I pull back with a groan, just to look at her. The
faraway street lights casts a halo over her skin and reflects the
passion in her eyes. Damn, she’s beautiful, but more than that,
she’s Savannah.

She deserves more than a quick screw on
the warehouse roof.

“Why’d you stop?” she
asks, breathless. Her lips are swollen from the kiss, and she looks
like she could take more. Nine inches more.

I clench a fist to keep from grabbing
her again. “Last call,” I warn her. “No going back
now.”

“I don’t want to stop,”
Savannah insists, and her eyes are determined. “I want you,
Cash. Just you.”

A good southern gentleman never turns
down an invitation, and I’m sure not going to deny her now. I
tug the tie on her wrap-around dress, and
slowly pull apart the top so I can let my eyes wander over her
breasts, her pink nipples pebbling in the cool air.

Fuck, Savy’s tits are perfect.

She grabs the front of my shirt, ready
to pull me down, and I close my hand over hers. This is my territory
now. And I will go as fast or slow as I want.

“Patience,” I murmur. I
trail my fingers lazily over her chest, pausing to tweak her nipples.
She moves into my hand, offering me more, so I dip my head and take
one of her nipples in my mouth. I nip it playfully. She moans, and I
give it another suck.

“The word is please, Savy.”

“Fucking please.”

Well, at least we cleared that up.
There’s the foul-mouthed lawyer I’ve come to know.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.

I peel open the bottom part of her
dress and my fingertips brush against bare skin. What? As I look
down, I notice she’s gone commando for the night. Damn, this
just gets better. Savannah sports a landing strip, as if I needed any
direction. Every instinct in my body is drawing me directly to that
sweet spot between her thighs.

And this time, I’m not stopping
for anything.

I spread her legs wider, baring her to
me. Other girls start blushing right about now, so exposed, but
Savannah just meets my eyes with a challenging smile. “You’ve
been making a lot of big promises,” she coos. “I’d
say now it’s time to deliver.”

“My pleasure.”

As I slide a hand down and stroke her
clit. I slide two fingers deep inside her. She moans again, bucking
against my hand.

Savannah grips my face, her expression
a mix of amusement and pure frustration. “Quit fucking around
and make me come, goddammit, or let me fuck you right now.”

Tempting, but not yet.

In one motion, I push her back so she’s
laying horizontal on the lounge chair. Then I part her legs wider,
and settle myself down between her soft thighs, also known as my
favorite place in the world right now. “Don’t make a
sound,” I order her. “And baby, you’re going to
want to scream for this.”

I lick her hard and fast, closing my
mouth on her clit as my fingers keep working inside her tight pussy.
Savannah writhes against me, but I don’t let up, I don’t
quit the pressure for a second, lapping up every last drop of her
juices until she’s whimpering. Begging.

Coming like crazy over my tongue.

I sit up, watching her climax roll
through her. Damn, now that’s a sight. Finally, Savy sits up.
Her hair’s a mess, and her skin is flushed, but that’s
just the start of it.

She’s going to look well-fucked
by the time I’m done with her.

She meets my eyes with a satisfied
smile. “Maybe your reputation is deserved,” she says.

“You don’t even know,
baby.” I undo my belt and zipper, my cock already killing me
with how fucking hard I am right now.

“I can take a hint.” She
reaches over and frees me, sliding her hot little hand around my
cock.

Fuck me, her hands feel like heaven, a
vice grip ready to make me come right now. She teases me, pumping
gently. She leans in close, her bare breasts against my chest, and
whispers softly in my ear.

“Now, what exactly do I need to
say to get you to fuck me like the manwhore I know you are?”

My balls are just about ready to
explode.

“I think you’ve said
enough.” I grab a condom from my pocket before she can
completely get rid of my pants.

“Why Mr. Gardner, it seems like
you thought you’d get lucky tonight.”

“For you, Ms. Sunday, I’ll
always be prepared.”

She keeps stroking me, taking the
condom and sliding it down over my dick. Just the feel of her touch
like this is making me feel like a horny teenager, ready to blow my
wad.

We’re oblivious to the sound of
the street below. It’s just her and me and the lights wink at
us sharing in our secret. I push her back on the lounge chair, and
pin her hands above her head. Savannah pants in anticipation.

“God, I need your cock,”
she says.

Right there with you, baby. And now you
won’t need to wait another second.

Gripping her hips, I find her slick,
tight entrance and thrust.

Goddamn, that feels good.

Savannah whimpers beneath me as I drive
all the way in, until my cock is sheathed to the hilt in her tight
pussy, and there’s nothing else in the entire fucking universe.

Fuck.

I pull back, then drive into her again,
deeper than fucking ever. She clenches in answer, her pussy gripping
my cock from the inside out.

Yeah, baby. Like that. There is nothing
more important tonight than her pussy swallowing my cock, her wrists
trapped beneath my hands, her body grinding eagerly against mine.

I release her hands now, needing to
touch her more, but Savy takes the chance to sit up, pushing me back
so she’s in my lap now, grinding against my cock. Fucking hell.
Her head is thrown back, her bare tits bounce as she thrusts up
against me, giving as good as she gets. Every new thrust takes me
closer to the edge, fuck, she feels so good, but I’m not about
to let her take the lead on this, not when I’ve been
fantasizing for days about giving it to her good.

I shove her down again, and push her
legs up around her ears. Now, I’m plunging even deeper, and
yeah, she can feel that all the way to her G-spot. Her eyes roll
back, and her moans turn frenzied. Desperate.

“Oh God, Cash,” she
whimpers. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please, right there.”

My fucking pleasure.

I thrust fast, and fucking relentless.
The universe contracts to the tight grip of her pussy, and the sexy
whimpers slipping from her lips. I pound her deep and hard, the way
she needs it. The way she’s begging with every moan. Then her
pupils dilate, her whole body contracts around me, and then suddenly
she explodes in a frenzy of wild convulsions.

Her pussy clenches around me, driving
me way past control. I could come right now, deep in her heat, but
something primal takes me over.

She’s mine, dammit, and I want to
brand her.

I pull out and yank off the condom,
fisting my cock in a sharp jerk. It doesn’t take much, just the
sight of her still panting her climax is enough to make me lose my
mind. I come, spurting in a hot arc over her glorious tits and belly,
until she’s covered in my cum.

Marked.

Mine.

Savannah

Letting Cash into my apartment is one
of the scariest things I’ve ever done. My apartment has always
been my space, my refuge against the world. But as I fumble with the
keys, feeling Cash behind me, I can’t help feeling nervous. I
find the right key and jam it in the lock. Hopefully, Mrs. Carson
doesn’t have a heart attack. A new man two nights in a row—the
horror.

Placing a hand on the small of my back,
Cash guides me into my apartment. The roof top is catching up with
me. What did I just do? And is it bad that I want to do it again?

“Well, this is it.” I drop
my keys on the side board, not even bothering to retrieve them when
they fall to the floor. I’ve just had the best fucking orgasm
of my life, and all I want right now is round two.

Touching a finger to my forehead, he
smooths out the creases I wasn’t even aware were there. “You
have that look that says you’re preparing to run away, I should
warn you, when I catch you, I bite.”

He kisses me, and my brain stops
running over the millions of questions in my mind. His tongue traces
my lips, and I open my mouth and just give in. This is happening
because I want it to happen.

He tastes like mint and whiskey, and if
I had to taste one thing for the rest of my life I wouldn’t
mind this at all.

I’m not prepared for him to pull
away. When he does, I lean toward him, searching for more. Wanting
more.

“Still thinking too much?”
he asks.

“Maybe a little?” If it
gets me more kisses like those, then yes, I am absolutely over
thinking. The truth is, however, there’s not a thought beyond
Cash running through my brain. That, and the quickest way to get him
naked and horizontal.

He rains down kisses on my cheeks.
“Stop planning.” His lips press briefly against my lips,
but move on before I can stop him for more. “Stop worrying.”
He sucks gently on my pulse in my neck, and I’m wet all over
again. “Just come with me.”

“Didn’t we already do
that?”

He chuckles low in his throat and lets
my hands wander down his back. His muscles are taut under my fingers,
and I want nothing more than to peel his shirt off and investigate
for myself. Catching my hands before they can find his fine piece of
ass, he holds me still. “I’m all yours.”

He leans and kisses me slowly, tracing
my lower lip with his tongue. He deepens the kiss, claiming my mouth
with his tongue. It’s just me, and if there’s one thing I
know about Cash he’s true to his word. I nibble on his bottom
lip and he releases my hands. I give his ass a good grab. Most
definitely need to get him out of his pants.

I can’t let him know how much he
has me. “The question is, can you repeat yourself?”

“Oh, I think I can even outdo
myself,” he says with an evil grin. I’ll be the judge of
that, and I may need to be shown those moves more than once.

I back up, drawing him down the
hallway to my bedroom.

Cash steps behind me and pushes my
curls to the side. He plants a kiss between my shoulder blades. This
dress needed to be off long ago. I grab the tie and peel the dress
off my cum-slicked skin. Cash pushes it off my shoulders, and it
pools behind me.