Until Lilly (Until, #3)(31)

“Daddy said that it’s my job as your big brother to take care of you.”

“Well, if Mommy and Daddy have another baby,” I feel Cash’s hands squeeze me, “I will be bigger than them,” she says, and I can see her putting her hands on her hips like a total diva.

“I will still be bigger.” He sighs like he is annoyed, making me giggle. I step into the room when Jax’s head comes up.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We were going to listen to a story,” Ashlyn says, picking up the Kindle Fire from the bed.

“Oh yeah? Did you both brush your teeth?”

“Yes,” they both say at the same time.

“Did you put Spike back and make sure that you locked the cage?” Cash asks, and I'm so glad he thought of that. I, for one, didn’t want to wake up with Spike in bed with me.

“Yes,” they both say at the same time again, looking at Cash and me like we’re annoying them.

“One story for both of you. Then it’s bed time,” Cash says.

“Fine,” they grumble. Ashlyn crawls up onto the bed with Jax, and they pull the Kindle between them and start an audio-story about the Bernstein Bears.

“We will be back to tuck you in,” I say, but may as well be talking to air because neither of them are listening to anything I have to say.

“So what do you say we skip the movie and go straight to the credits?” Cash says against my ear, his body wrapping around mine from behind as we walk down the hall.

“Who watches credits?” I moan when I feel his fingers slide just under the top of my jeans against my stomach.

“No one.” He bites my neck. I then feel his tongue licking the abused skin. My * jumps and wet heat floods my center. My head falls back against his shoulder, my arms going over my head and around his neck. The fingers of one of his hands travels down the front of my jeans, while his other hand comes up to cup my breast under my shirt and over my bra. Goose bumps break out over my skin when I feel the tip of his finger slide between my folds and over my clit.

“Yes,” I whisper, arching back as my eyes close.

“As much as I want to tear open your jeans and make you come, we can’t do anything until the kids are asleep,” he groans, flexing his hips into my ass. I can’t help but pout when he pulls his hand out of my jeans. When I turn around, his eyes look over my face and he smirks. “My poor baby. I left you all swollen and wet.” His words send a shiver down my spine, and my * contracts. “I hope you don’t plan on getting much sleep tonight.” He pulls me against him, and I feel the hardness of his cock against my stomach. “And I hope you didn’t have anything important to do tomorrow, because there is no guarantee you’re going to be able to walk.” I feel my pulse speed up, and I take a deep breath. “I love that look, baby.” He leans in kissing me.



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“Take off your clothes.” I jump and spin around at the sound of Cash’s voice. I’m standing in front of his dresser, grabbing a t-shirt to put on after I get out of the shower I am about to take. I had left him a few minutes ago when he was going to “shut down the house” as he put it, and check on the kids one last time before coming to bed. I was nervous. I wanted Cash in the worst way, but I still had no experience except for him that one time, and my LELO, which I used to get myself off.

“Wh-what?” I stutter out. The look in his eyes is so primal that I start to take a step back.

“Lil, I’m not f*cking around.” He runs a hand through his hair, making it look messier. “Lose the clothes.”

“Um…” I start to say that I was going to shower, but before I know it, he’s in front of me, his hands ripping my shirt off over my head. I'm caught off guard, but also turned on by how badly he wants me.

“I’m sorry, baby, but this is going to be fast. It’s been too long, and I want you too much.” His teeth sink into my neck, and I notice he does that a lot, almost like he’s marking me. His hands are at the button of my jeans, and then I can hear my zipper sliding down. My hands go under his shirt, running along the smooth hot skin of his back. I pull it up, his hands leaving me long enough to put his arms up over his head, pulling his shirt off. My hands automatically wander to his abs, feeling the ridges and valleys under my palms. His body is like a living work of art.  “Baby,” he growls, “you have to stop touching me or this is going to end before I even have a chance to make you come or slide inside of you.”  His mouth slams down onto mine as he starts walking me backwards. My hands go to his hair. God, I love his hair.  I feel the back of my knees hit the edge of his bed. I feel my jeans tugged down over my hips. Then his mouth leaves mine as he pushes me gently so that I fall onto the bed behind me. He pulls my jeans the rest of the way off. His hands go to my knees, spreading my legs wide. They then slide up my inner thighs where I can feel his thumbs on the outer-edge of my panties. I come up on my elbows so I can see what he’s doing.  His eyes meet mine before his face lowers and he runs his nose up the center of the lace that is covering me.

“Cash.” I can hear the uncertainty in my own voice.

“What, baby?” His mouth is hovering over me.

“I…I...” I try to close my thighs. His hands tighten on my legs. I can feel his fingers imprinting into my skin.