When he called me kid.
“Rosie, I’m thirty-four. Everyone under thirty is a kid to me.”
“So, youdosee me as a kid.” I shook my head and got to my feet.
“Don’t you fucking leave!” he shouted as he got off the ground quicker than I would expect for a man his size.
“Don’t you yell at me! You never yelled at her! That’s what Grace said. Because she wasn’t a kid? You’re not my fucking father.”
“Kytten!”
I swung around. “Don’t fucking call me that. Not you!”
“Why? Why can’t I call you Kytten? Especially now when you have your fucking claws out.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me close. “Rachel was twenty years old when I met her. She was twenty-five when she died. Not much older than you. And I never yelled at her, because I fucking knew she would leave my ass.”
“You think I won’t?” I asked, glaring back at him.
“I won’t fucking let you,” he growled and then slammed his lips on mine.
Every thought, every angry word I wanted to spew at him, left me the moment his lips touched mine.
Chapter Twenty
Cash
She both pissed me off and turned me the fuck on when she cursed at me. When she called me out about Rachel, it momentarily threw me for a loop until I saw it for what it was.
She was jealous.
And scared.
Two emotions I could work with. I knew just how to make her feel secure about both. I kissed her until she melted against my chest. Forgoing any foreplay, I didn’t let my hands wander around her body.
What I did was distract her long enough to unbutton her jeans and shove my hand between her legs.
“You are so fucking wet, Rosie. Does fighting with me turn you on?” I slid my finger along the crease, dipping it into her cunt to gather some of her cream before I swirled it around her clit.
The loud moan she released had me grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat. Her hand grabbed my wrist, and I thought for sure she would pull me away. But she just held on. I flipped her around so her back was against my chest and held her tight with one hand while I revved her up with the other.
“I want you to come for me, Rosie. Come all over my fingers. Let me worship my Kytten’s pussy,” I groaned into her ear, before letting my tongue trace around the edge. I bit her earlobe, and she cried out, her legs buckling under her.
She weighed next to nothing, and I easily held her against me as I rubbed the little button of nerves. When I slid my hand down further, she whimpered. There wasn’t much room for my big ass hands in her tiny little cunt, but I wasn’t taking a chance she would stop me before I made her come.
I would have to make it work.
Her arm slid up around my neck, and she tugged on my hair. Pulling me closer as she tipped her face up to me. Her eyes were begging me to kiss her, and I wouldn’t let her down.
I took her mouth with force, as I pressed my finger inside her wet entrance. A couple of pumps and I was adding another. God, she was so goddamn sexy. The noises coming from her throat and the way she shook beneath me had my dick so fucking hard I thought it might punch through my jeans just to get closer to her.
When my thumb rubbed her clit as my fingers fucked her pussy, I felt her walls start to pulse. She was almost there. Just a little more.
“Come for me, Rosie. Come on my hand. Let me see you fall apart.”
Her eyes were closed tightly. Her hand pulled at my hand. When she bit her lip, I knew she was resisting.
“Trust me, Rosie. Trust me to catch you when you fall. Let yourself shatter, and I will catch every fucking piece.”
“Cash!” she screamed out my name, and I almost came myself. Her pussy gripped my fingers, preventing any more thrusting, but I curled them up and rubbed her G-spot as she shivered and shuddered in my arms.
