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“Cash,” Reese shuddered against him. Reveling in the erotic explosions only he created within her.
“Beautiful, my Beautiful.” Cash’s control splintered when he felt her wetness pooling against him in response to his words, obsessing him in a way no one else ever could. “Come for me, Reese. I need you to come.”
The sound of him pistoning into her and their bodies banging against his front door with unintelligible curses mixed with praises filled the living room.
The sirens and cars screaming down their street went unnoticed until they came to a screeching halt in Cash’s drive. The lights shone in the big front window left curtainless, and noise invaded the lust-filled haze surrounding them.
“What the fuck?” Cash roared with Reese still pinned to the front door and his length buried inside her pulsing channel.
Boots running on his porch and the sound of more running around the back of his house had him setting Reese back on her feet.
“I swear to god if this is some kind of joke, I will murder Franks,” Cash fumbled to pull his jeans up before one of their uninvited guests decided to let themselves in.
“Why would he do something like that?” Reese asked, securing her robe around her just as the door bounced from a fist knocking on it from the other side.
Cash pushed her behind him before he opened the door. “This better be damn good,” he glared at Franks on the other side.
“You okay?” Franks pushed his way inside, surveying Cash’s house. His perusal stopped when he saw Reese tucked behind Cash. “Shit.”
“Yeah,” Cash muttered.
“False alarm, guys. You can all go on back to the station. There is no intruder,” Franks said into his radio before looking back at Cash and Reese sheepishly. “We, ah, got a call about a possible intruder from the little old lady that lives beside you.” Franks pointed to the house on the left. “She saw someone sneaking up on your porch. With all the excitement lately, she called it in. We still haven’t been able to locate Mr. Craft. I didn’t want to take a chance on something else happening.”
“Thank you for coming out to check on us,” Reese said, ducking her head behind Cash to hide the flush in her cheeks.
“Now that you have seen there is no one else here but us, any chance you want to leave? Maybe I can get back to what I was doing before you interrupted me.”
“I am real sorry about that,” Franks uttered an apology to Cash. “But your plans might have to be put on hold. The lights just came on next door.”
“Can’t catch a damn break,” Cash ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“I need to go home,” Reese worried. “Pappy and Mav will be up. I don’t want them to think something happened to me.”
“Wait until they get the rest of those cars out of my yard. I don’t want those headlights shining through your robe. No one else needs to see what is mine.” Cash pushed Reese behind him again and glared at Franks.
“Again, sorry about that,” Franks said. “I will get everyone moving along.”
Franks let himself out of the house, and Cash locked the door behind him.
“You can’t be mad at him,” Reese told Cash. “He was just doing his job. There was no way for him to know it was me coming over and not my father coming to seek revenge.”
“He could have fucking called.”
“And which one of us was going to answer the phone?”
“Not mad at him, just the entire situation. Almost every time I sink into that sweet pussy or try to get some time with my woman, someone or something interrupts.”
“Cash that is life, especially mine. If you can’t handle it, I need to know.”
“Beautiful, you are mine. A case of blue balls isn’t going to change that,” Cash grumbled, wrapping her in his arms until their bodies were pressed together. “One of these days, we are going to send Pappy out with Franks’ mother and the kid to school. You and I are going to take off work. I want to have you stretched out naked on my bed for twenty-four hours. An uninterrupted twenty-four hours to worship the body that drives me crazy. I can sink into that pussy as many times as I want, and I want to count how many different ways I can get you off before we both pass the hell out.”
Reese nodded her agreement, but before she could respond, life responded for her.
His phone was ringing. Stalking into the kitchen, Cash snatched up the latest offender.
“What?” He barked, leaning against the counter.
Reese heard him talking, and she knew he was talking to Mav. Teenagers were already equipped with a sonar enabling them to sense when they needed to interrupt something and react accordingly. Add that skill to the flashing lights and sirens, she and Cash never stood a chance.
