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Cash presses a palm to my cheek, and I lean into his touch, hating myself for it. “Olivia told me that you were in love with someone else.”
“What? Wait, what?”
“Told me that you were in love with Jason, that asshole who graduated a year ahead of us, and not interested in me. That was a month before we started dating. I was a stupid high school kid. I should’ve grown a pair of balls and come after you regardless of who you might have had a crush on. But I wanted you to be happy, and Olivia said you were happy. You seemed happy.”
“Olivia told you I was in love with Jason?”
“Yeah.”
“Olivia knew how much I liked you, Cash,” I say. “She knew. And she came to me before you two started dating and told me that you wanted her. She asked me if I was okay with it, and I told her yes, because I wanted you two to be happy. Because you were my friends.”
His expression darkens.
“I wasn’t dating anyone,” I say. “You knew that. We were inseparable, the three of us. Did you ever see me with Jason? The whole reason I left Heatstroke was because I couldn’t handle seeing you two together. My mother certainly didn’t help matters. So I left and started my own life.”
And that was when I had started working at the Achin’ Bacon, where I met Braydon.
Following the trail backward in time made me sick to my stomach.
I would never have believed Olivia was capable of this back in the day, maybe because I thought the best of everyone, naively, but now that she had abandoned her daughter. Cheated on Cash.
“But none of that actually matters. You want me.” I pull out of his grip in what is the most difficult movement I’ve ever made. I like Cash’s hands on my body. “You want me, and I want you, but for you, it’s just a sexual, passionate thing that’s happening. For me, it’s always been more, and I cannot risk falling in love with you again.” It’s already too late. It’s happening, and I need to get away.
“It’s not just sexual,” he says, running a hand over the back of his head. “June, it is not just sexual.”
“How can that be possible? How am I supposed to believe that after you blatantly told me you don’t want a commitment.”
“You were right earlier. We can’t ignore it. Can’t switch it off or make it go away. But goddamn if I won’t spend every waking moment trying to make it right.”
He takes me by the back of my neck and gently pulls me toward him, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I don’t know what this is, but I know I don’t want it to stop. I know it’s not just a physical thing. I’m willing to find out what’s going on if you are.”
I want to present a strong front, pretend to be in my right mind, but it’s so damn hard with him this close.
Cash Taylor has me in the palm of his calloused hand.
He presses his lips to mine and parts them, his kiss hungry. I meet him with the same desperation, my hands tugging on his shirt. In this moment, all I want is to believe what he’s said, even though there’s a small insistent voice in my head screaming to be careful, that this is too good to be true, that the last time I trusted a man, I wound up destitute and a fool.
Cash lifts me, and I wrap my arms around his waist. He walks me backward and sits me on top of the desk, his mouth hot against mine. “What do you want, June?”
Thirty-One
CASH
I’m goingto prove how I feel, how much I have always wanted her, with every kiss, touch, and taste. By the end of tonight, June is going to be a quivering mess. I’ll erase the doubts from her mind, and if it doesn’t work, there’s always tomorrow and the next day, and every day until the end of summer.
I tear her shirt down, and her full tan breasts are free. My cock throbs, and I picture running it between her tits and fucking them.
I press her breasts together and suck both her nipples into my mouth, grazing them with my teeth, then sucking hungrily.
June plasters a hand over her mouth and cries out.
I release her, focusing my attention on one nipple, biting gently then tickling her with my breath, my tongue, my other hand sliding down to the button on her cutoff shorts.
“I’ve been thinking of pulling these down and fucking you over the kitchen counter all evening,” I say, around a mouthful of her breast.
June gasps as I undo the top button and unzip the shorts. I move my hand over her neatly shaven pussy and slip my finger between her lips.
“So wet for me already,” I murmur.
