There’s an obvious bulge in his jeans, the evidence of how much getting me off has turned him on. It looks almost uncomfortable, the way his cock must be pressing up against the front of his zipper. I want to reach for him, to return the favor, but Cash turns away before I can. He picks my panties and jeans up off the floor and helps me down from the counter so I can get dressed.
I definitely need to lean on him, still so unsteady after how hard I came.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice husky.
I nod, and our eyes meet. I have no idea what to say to him after that. Do I thank him? Tell him it was amazing? I’m prettysure he can tell from how hard I came. From the way he probably had to lick his mouth clean of my release.
But I have to say something. I can’t just leave it like this.
So I say the first thing that comes into my mind, blurting it out without thinking. “That was better than any date I’ve ever been on.”
Stupid. Obviously it was.
But Cash grins, his eyes shining with pleasure. “I’m glad.”
“I should, uh, should get to bed. It’s getting late.”
He doesn’t stop me as I turn and practically bolt for the stairs so I can close myself up in my room before I embarrass myself even more.
Chapter 20
Harper
When I wake up the next morning, it’s like I can still feel the phantom touch of Cash’s tongue on me. I dreamt about it all night, and it wasn’t just what happened. My imagination took over at some point, filling in the gaps of what could have happened. I dreamed about him, and Everett and Lincoln too. Dreamed of being surrounded by the three of them, their hands and mouths all over my body.
Their deep voices whispered my name and coaxed me to come for them, taking me higher and higher until there was nothing I could do but give in.
Of course none of that happened, but I’m not immune to the thoughts of it. I’m still so fucking turned on this morning, despite having the best orgasm of my life last night. It’s like getting a taste of it only made my body crave more. Like a door really was opened and now all I want is to go through it again and again.
My pussy throbs in my sleep shorts, and shifting in bed makes my shirt rub against my peaked, sensitive nipples. My skin feels so fucking sensitive, the whisper of the sheets over it enough to have me practically whimpering with need.
“Fuck,” I groan, putting my hands over my face and trying to breathe around the feeling. I need to get it together.
I throw myself out of bed and head for the shower, letting the water run cold so maybe it will tame some of the heat pounding through my veins. The icy water runs over my overheated skin, and I focus on calming myself down.
Not that it helps much. I still feel wound so tightly, and even as I’m drying off there’s still an ache between my legs.
But it’s not like I can hide in my room all day. For one, I have things to do. For another, that would probably make the three of them come to check on me, and the last thing I need is all three of them looming over me in bed. That would just make this problem worse.
So I get dressed and head downstairs, still turned on and probably soaking into my panties from it. Fuck, they can probably smell it on me given how intense it is.
All three of them are in the kitchen, because of course they are. They move around each other the way they always do, making coffee and breakfast, the morning routine unbroken by what happened between me and Cash last night.
For a second, I wonder if we can pretend it never happened at all. At least in front of Everett and Lincoln. But then Cash smiles at me as he passes me a cup of coffee, and his fingers linger against mine when I take it.
I duck my head, trying to hide the blush that spreads across my cheeks, but that just makes Cash smile brighter.
He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t really have to. He’s practically radiating smug satisfaction, and even I can pick up on that. All I can hope is that somehow the others are so preoccupied that they miss it.
Of course, I don’t get that lucky.
Lincoln frowns as he watches Cash and me, his eyes tracking between us, picking up on the new tension that crackles in theair. When I get up to make toast, Cash is already there, pulling butter out of the fridge and setting it on the counter near the toaster with a little smile. His hand touches my shoulder, just briefly, and it feels like everyone in the kitchen zeroes in on it at the same time.
Everett’s cop instincts must be buzzing. His eyes land on my face, and I know he can tell how flustered I am. I know he can see it, every single time Cash glances at me and lingers for too long.
It’s so obvious, and Everett and Lincoln both look confused and curious about what the hell is going on.
I wish I knew what to tell them. I wish I could disappear and not have to deal with this.