However, she’d promised Carson she wouldn’t venture out of the apartment unless it was absolutely necessary, which meant she’d have to make do with taking pictures from the balcony.
As she left the bedroom, Jen tried convincing herself that everything would be fine. She’d find a new job. She’d be rid of Brendan once he left San Diego—and until then, the restraining order would keep him in line. And if Cash didn’t call, then no biggie.
She would be just fine.
Still, that didn’t stop her mind from drifting back to the blue-eyed charmer who’d almost rocked her world two nights ago. She wondered what he was doing right now. Probably working, though she wasn’t sure what “security” entailed. He’d been pretty vague about it. Was he a security guard? A bouncer? Sitting in an office right now, designing security software or something?
Or maybe he had the day off and was at home at this very moment, bored, restless—and not thinking about calling her. She’d given him her number in the hope that they could continue exploring the spark burning between them, but evidently Cash hadn’t felt the same combustible chemistry.
Too bad. Considering she’d be housebound for a while, it would’ve been nice to pass the time with her dark-haired hottie.
“You’re missing out, McCoy,” she murmured as she stepped out on the small balcony that overlooked the quiet street below.
Yep, he was totally missing out. With the way her life was going right now, she would’ve jumped at the chance for some hot, sweaty, forget-about-your-problems sex. He wouldn’t even have to buy her dinner—that’s how much of a sure thing she was.
But oh well. He clearly didn’t plan on calling her.
Apparently he had better things to do.
“That’s it, babe, suck my cock. Ah, just like that.”
Cash pushed his erection deeper into the brunette’s mouth. Her teeth scraped the underside of his shaft, sending a zip of heat to his balls. Sweet baby Jesus, he’d needed this. A hot mouth surrounding him, wet tongue lapping him up, soft fingers teasing his sac.
The girl bobbed her head as she got into the blowjob, sucking with such fervor Cash found his ass bumping into the arm of the couch. He hadn’t wasted any time once he’d walked into Dylan Wade’s living room and found the luscious Vanessa on her knees, servicing his buddy. Clothes had come off, positions had switched, and now Cash was on the receiving end of that wicked tongue while Dylan screwed Vanessa from behind.
By some miracle, he hadn’t come the second she took him in her mouth. After six months with no sex, he’d figured he’d explode like a Fourth of July firecracker if a woman so much as looked at his dick.
The sounds of sex bounced off the walls—sucking, slurping, moans, grunts. Dylan’s roommate Seth had gone out for the evening, but even if he walked in right this very moment, Cash knew the sexy brunette wouldn’t balk. She hadn’t even batted an eye when Cash showed up, more than willing to take on both SEALs.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Dylan muttered, gripping Vanessa’s ass as he f**ked her with slow, steady strokes. “So sweet. I love this hot, tight pu**y.”
His buddy’s hips thrust and retreated, each plunge pushing Vanessa’s face into Cash’s crotch. He cradled the back of her head to steady her, groaning as her eager mouth sucked him so deep his balls tickled her chin. The tingling in his groin told him he was close, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ward off impending release. He didn’t want to come yet, not until he was buried inside that tight channel Dylan kept waxing poetic about.
“Slower, babe,” Cash choked out. He tangled his fingers in her long, silky hair and stilled her enthusiastic bobbing. “I want this to last.”
She slowed down, tickling the head of his c**k with her tongue. While her lazy mouth tended to his dick, one hand teased his balls, rolling them between her fingers, fondling, squeezing. She kept her other hand on the hardwood floor to brace herself.
Dylan’s bare chest gleamed with sweat as he drove into the place Cash was dying to be, but Cash could afford to be patient considering his buddy had expended all the effort in wining and dining the delicious Vanessa before bringing her home. Then again, it probably hadn’t taken much effort. All Dylan had to do was bat those green eyes, offer a dimpled grin, and the chicks lined up for a chance to get with the man.
“You want to come, don’t you, honey?” Dylan teased. He slowed the pace and rolled his hips into the brunette’s ass.
“Yes,” she burst out, the sound sending tremors up Cash’s shaft.
Dylan reached one arm around and brought his hand between her legs. Cash knew the moment his buddy’s fingers found her clit, because she reared her ass like a filly in heat and moaned against Cash’s erection.
Didn’t take long until she started to orgasm, and before he could make a preemptive withdrawal, Dylan had already yanked the girl’s mouth off Cash’s dick. “Easy there,” he drawled. “No biting, honey. Cash plans on using that c**k of his again after tonight.”
As Vanessa recovered from her climax, Cash sank to his knees, positioned her so she was draped over his chest, and slid his hand between her legs. He took over for his friend, rubbing her pu**y and huskily urging her to another orgasm while Dylan pumped into her.
A groan sliced through the air as Dylan began to come, followed by Vanessa’s delighted cry as she came again. Cash rode out the orgasm with the duo, stroking that swollen clit, kissing her neck, watching as Dylan rested his forehead between Vanessa’s shoulder blades and shuddered with release.
As she left the bedroom, Jen tried convincing herself that everything would be fine. She’d find a new job. She’d be rid of Brendan once he left San Diego—and until then, the restraining order would keep him in line. And if Cash didn’t call, then no biggie.
She would be just fine.
Still, that didn’t stop her mind from drifting back to the blue-eyed charmer who’d almost rocked her world two nights ago. She wondered what he was doing right now. Probably working, though she wasn’t sure what “security” entailed. He’d been pretty vague about it. Was he a security guard? A bouncer? Sitting in an office right now, designing security software or something?
Or maybe he had the day off and was at home at this very moment, bored, restless—and not thinking about calling her. She’d given him her number in the hope that they could continue exploring the spark burning between them, but evidently Cash hadn’t felt the same combustible chemistry.
Too bad. Considering she’d be housebound for a while, it would’ve been nice to pass the time with her dark-haired hottie.
“You’re missing out, McCoy,” she murmured as she stepped out on the small balcony that overlooked the quiet street below.
Yep, he was totally missing out. With the way her life was going right now, she would’ve jumped at the chance for some hot, sweaty, forget-about-your-problems sex. He wouldn’t even have to buy her dinner—that’s how much of a sure thing she was.
But oh well. He clearly didn’t plan on calling her.
Apparently he had better things to do.
“That’s it, babe, suck my cock. Ah, just like that.”
Cash pushed his erection deeper into the brunette’s mouth. Her teeth scraped the underside of his shaft, sending a zip of heat to his balls. Sweet baby Jesus, he’d needed this. A hot mouth surrounding him, wet tongue lapping him up, soft fingers teasing his sac.
The girl bobbed her head as she got into the blowjob, sucking with such fervor Cash found his ass bumping into the arm of the couch. He hadn’t wasted any time once he’d walked into Dylan Wade’s living room and found the luscious Vanessa on her knees, servicing his buddy. Clothes had come off, positions had switched, and now Cash was on the receiving end of that wicked tongue while Dylan screwed Vanessa from behind.
By some miracle, he hadn’t come the second she took him in her mouth. After six months with no sex, he’d figured he’d explode like a Fourth of July firecracker if a woman so much as looked at his dick.
The sounds of sex bounced off the walls—sucking, slurping, moans, grunts. Dylan’s roommate Seth had gone out for the evening, but even if he walked in right this very moment, Cash knew the sexy brunette wouldn’t balk. She hadn’t even batted an eye when Cash showed up, more than willing to take on both SEALs.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Dylan muttered, gripping Vanessa’s ass as he f**ked her with slow, steady strokes. “So sweet. I love this hot, tight pu**y.”
His buddy’s hips thrust and retreated, each plunge pushing Vanessa’s face into Cash’s crotch. He cradled the back of her head to steady her, groaning as her eager mouth sucked him so deep his balls tickled her chin. The tingling in his groin told him he was close, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ward off impending release. He didn’t want to come yet, not until he was buried inside that tight channel Dylan kept waxing poetic about.
“Slower, babe,” Cash choked out. He tangled his fingers in her long, silky hair and stilled her enthusiastic bobbing. “I want this to last.”
She slowed down, tickling the head of his c**k with her tongue. While her lazy mouth tended to his dick, one hand teased his balls, rolling them between her fingers, fondling, squeezing. She kept her other hand on the hardwood floor to brace herself.
Dylan’s bare chest gleamed with sweat as he drove into the place Cash was dying to be, but Cash could afford to be patient considering his buddy had expended all the effort in wining and dining the delicious Vanessa before bringing her home. Then again, it probably hadn’t taken much effort. All Dylan had to do was bat those green eyes, offer a dimpled grin, and the chicks lined up for a chance to get with the man.
“You want to come, don’t you, honey?” Dylan teased. He slowed the pace and rolled his hips into the brunette’s ass.
“Yes,” she burst out, the sound sending tremors up Cash’s shaft.
Dylan reached one arm around and brought his hand between her legs. Cash knew the moment his buddy’s fingers found her clit, because she reared her ass like a filly in heat and moaned against Cash’s erection.
Didn’t take long until she started to orgasm, and before he could make a preemptive withdrawal, Dylan had already yanked the girl’s mouth off Cash’s dick. “Easy there,” he drawled. “No biting, honey. Cash plans on using that c**k of his again after tonight.”
As Vanessa recovered from her climax, Cash sank to his knees, positioned her so she was draped over his chest, and slid his hand between her legs. He took over for his friend, rubbing her pu**y and huskily urging her to another orgasm while Dylan pumped into her.
A groan sliced through the air as Dylan began to come, followed by Vanessa’s delighted cry as she came again. Cash rode out the orgasm with the duo, stroking that swollen clit, kissing her neck, watching as Dylan rested his forehead between Vanessa’s shoulder blades and shuddered with release.
