Page 159 of Devil’s Disciples

He laughed. “Nope.”

“Stripper poles in the clubhouse?”

“Afraid not. We’ve got a few pinball machines, though.”

“Have you ever been involved in a cum-fest?”

His eyes narrowed. “A cum-what?”

“Everyone in the clubhouse jacks off on a girl’s face. Then, she has to eat it. You might call it something else, but that’s what I’ve heard it called.”

“Girls aren’t allowed in our clubhouse,” he said. “And most of the fellas jack off at home.”

I laughed at his response, wondering why anyone would jack off in the clubhouse. “I’ve got one last thing,” I said. “More of a request, than anything.”

He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Okay.”

“I want.” I swallowed hard. “I want you to kiss me.”

The few feet that separated us promptly vanished. He raised his hands to the sides of my face. His fingers laced together at the back of my neck and his thumbs rested against my cheeks.

I exhaled an uneven breath and closed my eyes.

His soft lips melted against mine. Eagerly, I kissed him, imagining it was the first time I’d ever been kissed.

As he kissed me in return, I wanted to take back all the past kisses in my life, leaving only that kiss in my memory bank of kisses.

Our bodies pressed tightly against one another. His presence enveloped me, and it was much stronger than his muscular physique.

My mind went blank of all thoughts, leaving only the kiss – and that moment as he held me against his chest – to focus on. At the instant that our lips parted, my knees went weak. In response, his hands slid to my lower back, preventing me from falling at his feet.

I opened my eyes.

He opened his.

That kiss erased all kisses of my past. With one simple kiss, Cash owned me.

It was only fitting, considering what happened that night in the kitchen. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth and swallowed the taste of him. Lightheaded, yet eager to speak, I peered into his fierce blue eyes and smiled.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I wanna fuck.”

60

Cash

I didn’t want to do anything that would cause her to compare me to her ex-husband, nor did I want to be the man of my past. I hoped whatever happened between Kimberly and I would be different.

I reached for the buckle of my belt and looked around the room. My mind’s slate was wiped clean of the sexual experiences of my past. With a stomach full of butterflies and a mind filled with hope, I unbuckled my belt.

I was one mistake away from doing what I’d done for a lifetime. Sabotaging what little I’d developed between us would be easy. Preserving it would require a mindset that was unfamiliar to me.

But I was willing to give it an honest try.

Hoping to appear anything but overanxious, I watched with eager eyes as she lifted her dress over her head.

I pushed my jeans down my thighs and then kicked them aside.

She unclasped her bra and dropped it at her feet.