Chapter 9
Lilly
“Don’t touch me,” Ashlyn says from the backseat.
“I'm not touching you,” Jax says.
“Don’t touch me!” Ashlyn yells this time.
“I'm not touching you,” Jax repeats, and I can hear it in his voice that he is smiling and really trying to piss off his sister.
“Mommy, Jax isn’t touching me! Stop not touching me!” Ashlyn cries and I laugh. Looking through the rearview mirror, I can see that Jax has a finger close to his sister, but far enough away that he is not actually touching her.
“Jax, leave your sister alone,” I say, trying to sound firm, but it’s really funny so it’s difficult. I never had siblings growing up, so I have no idea what it’s like, but I love how Jax is with Ashlyn. I love that she has someone there for her. And I know that, yes, he picks on her, but let someone else try to pick on his sister and he turns into a twenty-year-old and lays down the law. No one, but no one, picks on his sister except him. Things have been good—no, that’s wrong—things have been perfect…well, that is if you don’t count getting accused of check fraud and losing your job.
The good thing is that I had my meeting with the school board and my case was dismissed. They were not happy about what happened, but after the union heard my case and saw for themselves the evidence against me was all false, they said I could return to work. And I would, just not at that school. I don’t want to work somewhere where the principal didn’t even give me a chance to speak, due to her own feelings and her own situation. I want to be somewhere that people know me and my character enough to realize I would never do what I had been accused of.
So for now, I’m a stay at home mom. I love having the kids, but I miss teaching. I have put in an application at the local middle school, and I’m waiting to hear back from them. So, things are going awesome, and we have all settled in. I’d thought that it would be weird living with Cash, but it isn’t; I love it. I love that the kids have each other. I love that I get to wake up to Cash every day. I love him coming home to the kids and me, and having family dinners. I love that his family has started acting more comfortably around me. The only thing that I don’t love is his ex. I know in my head that she is Jax’s mother, but my heart doesn’t like that very much. I hate seeing the disappointment on his little face when she is supposed to show up and doesn’t. When he does see her, I hate the way he acts when he comes back to us. I hate that Cash is subjected to dealing with her when she wants to act like she cares about Jax, then how he has to put up with the aftermath of Jax, and trying to explain to him why his mom is such a bitch. So if not for his ex, things would be perfect, and that is one thing that worries me. When Cash and I were together before, things were like they are now, minus the kids. I’m concerned about getting too comfortable, but at the same time, he makes it so easy to fall back into a place where I feel safe and loved.
“Mommy, where are we going?” Ashlyn asks for the fiftieth time since we got into the car.
“I told you, love bug, we’re going to the hairdresser.”
“Oh, yeah,” she sighs, making me laugh. I pull up out front of the salon, park, and hop out of my giant SUV. When I open the back door, both of the kids are standing and waiting for me to help them down. They each grab a hand as we make it into the building. The woman behind the counter greets us right away with a huge smile.
“Hi, I have a three o’clock appointment with Justin.” She looks over her shoulder into the back of the salon.
“He is just finishing up with his client; if you could give him about five minutes, he will be right with you,” she says, looking down at the kids. “Do you guys like to color?” she asks, and they nod. She ducks behind the counter and comes back up with some coloring books and crayons. We go over to the sitting area, and Jax and Ashlyn kneel in front of the table and start coloring.
“Lilly?” I look up when I hear my name being called. My eyes make contact with a very pretty Spanish man, and I say pretty because he has on more makeup than I do.
“That’s me.” I stand, looking down at the kids.
“You both be on your best behavior. I tell them, walking into the back of the salon. The reason I chose this place is because it is one of the only places around that allows you to bring your children with you, and while you are getting your hair done, they watch your kids.
“They will be fine,” the girl who was behind the counter when we arrived says, looking over at the kids.
“Thank you,” I say as my hand is grabbed and I'm dragged into the back of the salon.
“I'm Justin.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say as I'm sat down in a chair and a cape is tossed over my shoulders.
“I love this color, honey. Who is your stylist?” Justin asks, making me smile.
“That would be Nutrisse 6.60,” I say, and smile when his mouth opens and closes like a fish.
“This is from a box?” he asks breathily, lifting my hair and letting it run through his fingers.
“It is,” I confirm. “I came today to have you cut ten inches of it,” I tell him. Watching him smile.
“Ten inches will leave you hair here,” he says, holding my hair up to just below my shoulders.
“That’s fine.” I smile, looking at him in the mirror.
“Are you sure about this? I mean, your hair is so amazing,” he says quietly.
“Well, I really just want a change, and I think that a new cut is a good place to start,” I tell him.
“Let’s do this then,” he says, pulling a rubber band out from a drawer. I watch as he pulls my hair back into a ponytail at the base of my neck, and then pulls it down some before reaching over and grabbing a pair of scissors. “Last chance, love, then there is nothing I can do.”
“Do it.” I grin, watching as the scissors open over my hair and I hear the distinct sound of my hair being cut. Once he has gone through my hair, I watch as it falls down around my shoulders. My first thought is, it’s really short. My second thought is, Cash. He has no idea that I planned on cutting my hair today. I wonder what he will think. Then I look at my hair in Justin’s hand, then back at myself in the mirror, shaking my head back and forth. I already feel lighter. Once he’s done, he stands behind me, gathering my hair before letting what’s left run through his fingers.
“Now, love, on to the really fun part. When all is said and done, and I walk into the waiting area towards the kids, I feel hot. My red hair sits just above my shoulders in a mass of wild waves and flips. I feel sexy. I loved my long hair, but this cut…something about it just makes me want to hold my head a little higher.
“Mommy, you look so pretty!” Ashlyn yells as soon as she sees me. She jumps away from the table in front of her, running to me.
“Thank you, love bug,” I say, crouching down in front of her. Her little hands automatically go to my hair, bouncing it. I look over at Jax, who is looking like he would rather be anywhere but here. “Are you ready to go, honey?” I ask, and he nods then hops off the chair, grabbing my hand. Once he has it, I stand, and he starts tugging me to the door of the salon. “Bye guys,” I call over my shoulder, laughing as Jax drags me behind him. Once we’re out at the car, he drops my hand and looks up at me.
“I'm starbing.” His head is back and I can’t help but to laugh.
“You had breakfast a couple hours ago,” I remind him, opening up the door so he and Ashlyn can climb in.
“That was foreber ago,” he says as he gets into his chair. He buckles in, and so does Ashlyn. I hop in the back to make sure they are both secure before getting out, shutting the door, and climbing into the front seat. “What would you like to eat?” I ask, reversing out of the parking space.
“McDonalds!” both he and Ashlyn say at the same time. I don’t take them very often, but when I do, we end up spending at least a couple hours. The first thirty minutes is me trying to talk both of them into eating; the rest of the time is spent watching them play in the indoor play area.
“Okay,” I say, and then wait a second for them both to stop yelling ‘yippee!’ “But if we go, you have to promise to eat before you go play.”
“Promise!” Ashlyn claps.
“Promise,” Jax says, and I know they are both lying through their adorable little baby teeth.
*~*~*
“Don’t stop,” I moan, my hands in Cash’s hair. Between my legs, his mouth is on me, and his fingers are digging into my thighs. I’m close…so close. My hips try to raise, and his fingers press in deeper, holding me down. “Cash,” I whimper, my head arched back as he pulls my * into his mouth, sucking it. His hands travel down the length of my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart, then down under my thighs to my ass, lifting me up higher into his mouth. His head moves back and forth as his mouth devours me. My hands tug on his hair, trying to pull him off, but all that seems to do is egg him on. “Cash!” I call again, using my feet to push up the bed. He growls low, and then wraps his arms around my thighs, putting his mouth back on me. He’s keeping me on the edge; this is torture. It is my new haircut’s fault. The minute he walked into the house when he came home, his eyes got dark and hooded; I felt my pulse speed up and between my legs get wet. He likes it a lot. After he said hi to the kids, he came to me in the kitchen, wrapping a hand around my waist, his mouth going to my neck, his tongue touching me there before his lips traveled up to my ear.
“Love the hair, babe,” he said against the shell of my ear. “Tonight, I'm going to show you just how much I love it.” He kissed the side of my head, his fingers digging into my hip and stepping away.
I'm brought back to the moment when he fills me with one thick finger. “Come for me, Lil,” he grunts before his mouth covers me again. One finger slides out, and two slide back in. I do as I'm told, my head digging into the bed, my legs fighting to close. Behind my eyes, the world lights up; my body starts to sing and I convulse around his fingers. Before I have a chance to recover from my orgasm, I'm flipped to my stomach. His thighs spread mine a little wider and his hand comes down hard on my ass before he enters me in one long thrust. “Higher,” his deep voice commands as I cry out and lift my ass higher up to him. His hand smoothes over my skin before coming down hard again, the sting from his palm hitting my skin making me tighten around him, bringing me closer to the edge. “Higher, Lil,” he says with another smack. I moan, my hands grabbing the sheets above me, my face going farther into the bed, and my ass tilting higher. “Give it to me, baby; f*ck me back.” Another loud smack lands against my ass. This one sets me off, making me pound back against him. My breath is coming in loud pants, my body slick with sweat. “Harder!” I press back harder, his hands grabbing my ass, pulling it up. “That’s it, baby,” he groans, slamming into me harder. I can feel myself being moved up the bed by the force of his thrusts.
“I’m going to come,” I moan into the mattress. My thighs shaking, Cash brings down his hand yet again.
“Come for me,” he says, spanking me on the opposite side. I feel the first waves of my orgasm begin to crash over me. My eyes close tightly; I feel like my body is catching on fire. My p-ssy starts to convulse, pulling Cash deeper. I cry out; his hands reach forward, wrapping around my breasts, lifting my upper body back so I’m kneeling in front of him. His fingers pinch my nipples. The feeling pulling me deeper under. My orgasm blinds me. His strokes become faster before his mouth meets my neck. I can feel his groan all the way to my * as he finds his own release. His cock is planted deep inside me. His chest moves quickly up and down behind me, his hands still holding onto my breasts. My hands go to his at my chest, my fingers interlocking with his. I lean my head to the side, my body completely boneless. “I love the hair,” he says, licking my neck.
“I think I got that.” I laugh, and I can feel him smile against the skin of my neck. His hands squeeze my breasts before traveling down over my ribs, along my sides to my hips, pulling me even closer to him. One hand leaves my hip, following the same path before his hand closes around my neck. I can feel my p-ssy still convulsing around him with aftershocks.
“You wanna shower?” I feel his breath against my skin as he speaks the words, making me shiver.
“Yes,” I tell him and groan when his hips pull away and I lose him and his warmth. I fall forward on the bed and laugh when he starts to tickle me.
“Let’s go, baby. We need to get cleaned up. You and I know the kids are not going to magically start sleeping in until ten.”
“God, when was the last time I slept past eight?” I ask out loud, not expecting an answer.
“How about tomorrow you sleep in and I will take the kids to my mom’s?” he asks as his hands run up my calves and over my ass.
“I don’t know,” I sigh; his mom has been amazing, and I don’t want her to feel like I'm trying to pawn the kids off on her.
“Ma loves having the kids over. Plus, I think she wanted to do something with them. There is supposed to be a storyteller at the library in town. I think she wanted to keep the kids overnight. And that would be perfect; I wouldn’t mind taking you out on a date or just having you to myself.”
“I don’t know,” I repeat, even though it would be nice to spend some alone time with Cash.
“It’s done.” He rolls me to my back then scoops me up, carrying me into the bathroom before setting me on my feet outside the shower. “I’ll get up in the morning, take the kids to Ma, and then come back and we can spend the morning in bed before going on a date tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know why you try to make things seem like it’s a question when you know your mind is already made up,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“What, you don’t want to spend some time with just me?” he asks, taking my hand and pulling me into the shower.
“You know it’s not that.”
“You’re just using me for my body, aren’t you?” he asks, and I can’t help but to look over said body and admire every detail. His body is perfect. I watch as the water runs down and over every muscle; his chest has a little bit of hair—just the right amount—and down under his navel is a strip of hair, which makes a path to his perfect cock. “My eyes are up here, baby,” he says, and I watch his cock twitch. I lick my lips and hear him groan. “You’re not helping, Lil,” he says, pushing me under the water. I sputter and wipe the water out of my face.
“What the hell?” I glare at him.
“You can’t look at me like that. We need to shower and go to bed, and you can’t look at me like that…looking how you do, with your body all wet and slick...f*ck,” he growls, his hands sliding along my hips to palm my ass. “Let’s just say that if you look at me like that, neither of us will be getting any sleep tonight.” His hands slide up my back and into my hair, tilting my head back, his mouth coming down on mine, stealing my breath. “Now, tomorrow you can look at me like that all day long.” He smiles, showing off both dimples. “In fact, I plan on doing a lot of looking of my own.” His eyes leave mine, trailing down my body. “But for now,” he says, sounding like he’s in pain, “for now we need to get washed up and go to bed.”
“Okay,” I agree, even though the space between my legs has begun to throb. I look over him again, my eyes catching on his massive erection.
“Lil,” he growls. My eyes come up.
“Okay, okay.” I take a step away from him, and grab my shampoo and start washing my hair quickly. I can hear Cash breathing heavily, but I don’t open my eyes. I’m afraid of what will happen if I look at him. I turn around quickly and grab my conditioner to run it through my hair. Then I grab my body wash, washing up while I let the conditioner sit. Once I’m washed, I start to rinse the conditioner from my hair. My head is back, eyes closed, and without warning, I feel his mouth on my nipple and fingers sliding through my folds. My body is still primed from earlier, and it doesn’t take much before I’m moaning my orgasm into the spray of the showerhead.
“We can’t shower together anymore,” he states, picking me up. My legs wrap around his waist and he slides inside me.
“Yeah, no more showering together,” I agree as I use my legs to grind down on him. By the time we finish our shower, we’re both exhausted, and it doesn’t take long for either of us to fall asleep.
“Baby.”
“Hm.” I try not to speak; I don’t want to wake up.
“I’m taking the kids to Ma’s; I’ll be back,” I hear him say, but can’t really process it because I’m still trying to sleep. Then I feel weight hit my forehead and something slide down my cheek.
“Mommy, I'm goin’ to Grandma’s,” Ashlyn says, and I open my eyes to see her up on her elbows looking at me. Her long hair is pulled up in what looks like two lopsided pigtails.
“Okay, baby, have fun. Give me love before you go.” I roll to my side so I can hug her. “Where’s Jax?” I sit up to fix her hair.
“He was eating,” she says, pulling her little head away from me.
“Hey, I want to fix your hair.”
“Daddy fixed my hair,” she says, jumping off the bed, her eyes narrowing.
“Sorry.” I try not to smile. Cash can do no wrong, including her hair apparently. “Can I get a kiss before you leave?” I ask, and she belligerently climbs up onto the bed and gives me a kiss before jumping right back off the bed, leaving the room.
“You’re awake?” Cash says, coming into the room.
“Yeah, Ashlyn was just in here,” I tell him, getting up on my elbow.
“I wanted you to sleep,” he grumbles, saying something else under his breath. He makes his way to me. His hands come down on each side of me on the bed. “You’re going to go back to sleep.” He kisses me, punctuating each word. “And when I get back, I’m going to climb back into bed with you.” He runs his nose down my neck.
“Sounds good,” I breathe, feeling my nipples get hard and between my legs dampening.
“Daddy, are we weabing?” Jax yells into the room before jumping up onto the bed. His presence is like a bucket of ice water on my libido.
“We are leaving, little dude,” Cash says, standing. I sit all the way up; Jax jumps twice before plopping down on top of me, and his little hands come to my face.
“We’re habing a sleep over with Grandma,” he tells me, his tiny face titling back and forth, studying me.
“I heard; that sounds like fun,” I tell him, running my hand down his soft hair. I have no idea how his mom can stand to be away from him.
“Daddy said that we’re going to Awaska.”
“We are,” I tell him, looking up at Cash. I can’t wait to see my parents. I miss them so much, and I know that Ashlyn does too. Jax has been chatting with my dad whenever we’re able to Skype, and my dad has made Jax excited to come visit. I can’t wait to introduce Cash to my parents and show him where I grew up.
“I can’t wait to see a real life beer,” he says, making me smile because I know he means bear.
“Well, next week at this time, we will be on a plane,” I tell him. He hugs me quickly, making my heart melt. He jumps off the bed, running out of the room where I can hear him yell, “We’re gonna see beers!”
Cash laughs and I turn to look at him. “I thought we weren’t going to tell them that we are going yet,” I say. We both agreed to tell the kids a couple days before we left so that we didn’t have to answer ‘are we leaving yet’ questions a hundred times a day.
“I know, but they wanted to come in and wake you, so I told them I would tell them a secret if they let you sleep.”
“That didn’t work,” I point out.
“Yeah, I got that.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing me again. “All right, I’m going to go get the hellions to Ma’s; go back to sleep,” he says, and I don’t think I will be able to go back to sleep, but I slide back down into the bed, pulling the cover up over my shoulder. He kisses me once more before walking out of the bedroom. I watch him leave, enjoying the view of his very firm ass in his Levi’s. I can hear him talking to the kids. I hear the kids yell a goodbye and I smile before calling out that I love them. When I hear the door slam, I close my eyes, and before I know it, I’m asleep. I wake slightly when I’m pulled across the bed, and I feel weight and warmth behind me. I start to lift my head. “Sleep, babe. We’re kid-free until tomorrow,” he says, and I feel him kiss the back of my head, his warmth seeping into me from behind. I snuggle deeper into him before drifting back to sleep. I wake up feeling warm. I do not want to move, but I really need to pee, so I start to scoot off the bed when I'm tugged back. “Where are you going?” Cash asks, his voice rough with sleep.
“To the bathroom,” I say, and his hand runs down my hip where his fingers squeeze in.
“Come back to bed when you’re done.” I roll out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I make quick work of taking care of business so I can get back to Cash. Once I get back to the room, Cash is sitting up in bed, his back to the headboard, and his shirtless upper-body exposed. I crawl from the bottom of the bed, watching his eyes darken as I make my way up and straddle his waist. His hands slide up my thighs to my ass, pulling me tighter against him.
“So what are we going to do today?” I ask, leaning in to kiss the tattoo of Jax and Ashlyn’s names on his chest. Unlike his brothers, he only has a couple of tattoos. This one has his kids’ names intertwined with sharp lines and a floral vine wrapped around them, almost like it’s holding them together. His other tattoo runs down his side along his ribs, and says, ‘Experience is the hardest kind of teacher. It gives you the test first, and the lesson afterward.’ The script is swirly and looks awesome against his skin. I can’t help but get lost looking at him. His well-defined abs lead down to a deep V that I trace with my fingers.
“Did you hear me?” He chuckles, and I feel my cheeks get warm as my eyes meet his.
“What?”
“I said how about we have a naked house day?”
“A naked house day?” I repeat, studying his face.
“Yep.” His hands run up my thighs, and then under my tank top, his hands skimming my waist and over my breasts as he pulls it off over my head. “Naked house day.” His thumbs run over my nipples, making me arch closer to him. “The rules for naked house day are we stay naked all day, no matter what we’re doing.” His mouth covers one nipple; he pulls hard, then releases and blows a cool breath over it.
“Sounds like fun,” I moan, my hands going to his hair as he gives my other nipple the same attention. “Did you just make this up?” I ask as he rolls me over, sliding inside.
“Yep,” is all he says before I drag his mouth down to mine, wrapping my legs around him.
*~*~*
“No more!” I cry as I feel Cash come up behind me. I got away from him ten minutes ago. I thought naked house day sounded like fun this morning, but now it’s seven at night and I’m starving, my legs feel like they are going to fall off, my body is covered in love bites, and all I want to do is sleep.
“Babe, you’re naked standing in the middle of the kitchen looking sexy as hell. I can’t help it,” he says, his mouth coming to my neck.
“No more.” I jump away from him, running to the other side of the counter. “I need food,” I tell him, stepping back when I see that he looks ready to pounce.
“Okay, okay, you’re right. I need to feed you,” he says, holding his hands out in front of him.
“Thank you,” I sigh, my head dropping forward.
“After I feed you, you’re mine again.”
“Did you take something?” I ask exasperatedly.
“What?” He smirks, showing off both dimples.
“It can’t be normal for a guy to get hard so quickly after...” I say quietly, looking down at his very hard cock and waving my hand in its direction.
“This is all your fault.” His fist wraps around his cock and begins moving in slow strokes. “All I have to do is look at you and I’m ready to go again.”
“Food,” I say, watching as he works himself. I lick my lips and feel my lower belly clench. I have no idea how I can still get wet after the amount of times I’ve orgasmed today.
“I’ll feed you,” he says, taking a step closer to me. His free hand goes to my hip, turning me to face the countertop. “Put your hands flat on top and don’t move them.” I do as he says, my breasts pressing into the cold counter. He uses his foot to spread my legs farther apart; once he has me how he wants me, his fingers run over my *, making my body jump at the contact. I feel like every nerve ending is exposed; the slightest touch is almost too much. “You’re wet,” he states, sounding almost surprised. I don’t say anything, just nod my head. I feel his warmth hit my back, his legs bending right before he fills me, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes.
“Oh,” I moan as my fingers dig into the countertop.
“I love being inside you,” he groans. He keeps pulling almost all the way out before slamming back inside, each thrust causing my sensitive nipples to slide over the counter. His hand slides around my waist before traveling down and over my *. I press back against him, trying to get away from his fingers. Everything that I’m feeling is too much. Without warning, I hear a loud smack and feel the sting from his palm against my ass. My body jumps, and I feel myself become even wetter. I cry out when his fingers pinch my *, and my body bucks against his as I orgasm. I clench around him. My body burns from the inside out. Lights dance behind my closed eyelids. I know I’m dragging him over with me when I feel his fingers digging into my hips and his loud roar fills the room. His body collapses on top of mine. I can feel his heart beating wildly against my back, his chest heaving up and down.
“I think you’re trying to kill me with orgasms,” I say into the top of the counter.
“My dick is officially rubbed raw,” he groans, sliding out of me.
“What are you doing?” I yell as he picks me up, walking towards the bedroom.
“Going to shower,” he says, and I wiggle until I'm out of his arms.
“No! No way,” I say, and I don’t even look at him as I run to the room, slamming the bedroom door. I then run to the bathroom, shutting and locking that door as well.
“Babe.” I can hear the laughter in his voice as he knocks on the door.
“Naked house day is over!” I yell before I jump into the shower, trying to wash as quickly as possible before he finds a way to break down the door. Once I’m done showering, I wrap myself in a robe, making sure to tie it tightly around my waist. I’m surprised to see Cash sitting on the side of the bed fully clothed, his hair still wet from his shower he must’ve taken in the kids’ bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask, backing up when I see him stand and start prowling towards me.
“I’m going to kiss you and leave the room,” he says, his arm encircling my waist. My hands go to his chest, trying to warn him off. “Just a kiss, baby, and then I want you to get dressed so I can take you out to dinner.”
“We’re still going to dinner?”
“I promised you I would feed you,” he says, his lips moving softly over mine. I smile against his mouth. His face moves back, his eyes looking me over. “Unless you feel up to getting back into bed.” He smiles when I growl. “Get dressed. I’ll be in the living room.” He turns me around, pushing me towards the closet. I jump when he smacks my ass. I look over my shoulder to see him smiling. “You have a beautiful ass, baby.” He shrugs, walking out of the room. I walk into the closet smiling.