Until Lilly (Until, #3)(15)

“I'm not talking to myself,” I say, even though I know I have been. I am so nervous I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin. I have spent the day baking cookies, a cake, and two pies, trying to rid myself of the nervous energy that is coursing through me. I hear the knock at the door, so I run and unlock it before even checking to make sure who it is.

“You didn’t check the peephole,” Cash says quietly.

“Hi, honey,” I say, running my hand down Jax’s hair as he hugs my legs before heading inside.

“I knew it was you,” I say, taking a step back.

“You didn’t know it was me. You didn’t call out my name, or check the peephole. Don’t do that shit when you and Ashlyn are here alone. This is a bad area, and if something happens to you, I'm going to be pissed.”

“You always say that. ‘I’m going to be pissed.’ When was the last time you were pissed?” I ask. His head tilts, studying me.

“I don’t know. A while, why? You trying to piss me off?”

“What? No!” I squeal as he leans in, pressing me to the wall behind me.

“You have a perfect ass, babe.”

“What?” I breathe, feeling goose bumps form across my skin.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on it and turn it red, so please, try to piss me off. It will just get me what I want faster.” I feel moisture flood between my thighs at his comment. I have never been spanked, and I don’t understand why that turns me on, but it does.

“You did not just say that.”

“You smell good.” He runs him nose from my ear to my shoulder.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” Jax asks. I jump and look at Ashlyn and Jax, who are both staring at us. Cash slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Are you guys ready to go?” Jax looks between us before shrugging, and Ashlyn smiles.

“I have to grab my bag.” I step away.

“I forgot to tell you that we are now having the Bar-b-que at Asher’s because they have a pool, so you should pack a suit.

“Yay! Swimming!” Ashlyn jumps up and down.

“We don’t have swim suits,” I say, looking at Cash.

“Okay, so we can stop on the way and pick something up.”

“Are you sure?  I don’t want to be late.”

“It’s no big deal. Grab your bag and we can head out.”



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“I'm not wearing that.” I roll my eyes at Cash, who keeps trying to hand me bikinis.

“Why not? What’s wrong with this one?” He holds it out, looking at the front then the back.

“It’s missing a huge chunk…like, the whole middle section,” I tell him, picking up another one-piece and checking the size. Cash is pushing the cart, with both of the kids sitting in the large basket.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.” I put the suit over my arm. I already found Ashlyn one, so we could go to check out.

“You have a beautiful body.”

“I had a child and not everything went back to the way it was before. And please, don’t start. I'm not one of those girls who’s all like, ‘I'm fat blah, blah, blah’. It’s not that. It’s just, I jiggle now, and I don’t really want to jiggle in front of anyone but myself.”

“Buy both and let me be the judge.”

“Um, no,” I say, walking in front of the cart and heading to check out. Once there, I notice that I'm at the end and Cash is near the cashier. “Hey, I can pay.” I walk up to the checker and look at Cash. “Those are mine; I'm paying.”

“No, you have done enough. I'm paying.”

“Cash.” I try to give him a warning.

“Lilly.” He puts his hand to the back of my neck, pulling me close.

“I have missed out on this. Don’t argue with me about it, okay?”

“Fine.” I roll my eyes just to say I don’t agree. He kisses me on the forehead, drops his hand, and turns back to the cashier. Once he pays, we head out to his truck. We both get the kids buckled in before getting into the front of the cab. I can’t keep still; my leg keeps bouncing up and down. I am so nervous about meeting his family. I know they probably hate me for keeping Ashlyn from them. I wonder what he has told them. We have spoken a few times over the past week about his marriage and how much his family hates his ex. I don’t want them to hate me. My biggest fear is them thinking that I kept Ashlyn away from Cash out of spite, and not out of my need to protect her. I hate that he was married, and knowing that if I would have swallowed my own pride, he would have been there for Ashlyn. But I have to believe that everything happens the way it should. When I called my mom yesterday, she wasn’t happy about the way things were going between Cash and me. She thought I was letting him off the hook. I know she’s right; I also know that I can’t be that woman who would hold it over his head. Even if we weren’t together, I couldn’t do that. It isn’t in me to act like that. I know if I held onto the pain of our past, it would eat away at me.

“Babe, calm down,” Cash says, bringing me back to the moment.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous.”

“My family will love you.” He grabs my hand, the warmth from his touch settling my nerves.