I no longer saw her as the enemy. Someone who would take my place. Push me out of the family I belonged to. The truth was, Amber and I belonged to the same family. The same club.
“I want you to know that I will always be here for you. As a therapist or a friend. Whatever you need.”
“Thank you, Melissa.” I hugged her tight. “I’m so sorry for the way I treated you.”
“Don’t apologize. I understand more than you know. I wasn’t exactly my best self when Danny and Dante returned. I was so afraid they would take Danika away that I lashed out at Danny. I’m not proud of that. But emotions are hard sometimes. It’s much easier helping others manage their emotions than it is managing my own.” She chuckled, and I smiled.
That was an understatement.
“Thank you for sharing your story with me.”
“You aren’t alone.”
Melissa hugged me again and then left me to think about everything that had happened over the past twelve hours. I never did finish talking with my brother.
I looked around the room, and Sam caught my eye. She smiled and mouthed the words‘in his room.’I thanked her and lifted myself from the couch. There was no time like the present.
Cash’s arm caught me around the middle, and he pulled me back against his chest. His teeth bit my ear and he whispered, “Where are you off to?”
“Going to find my brother.” My words came out breathy and sultry, and I felt his hard dick in the small of my back.
“Maybe he can wait a little longer?”
His lips trailed down my neck, and I asked, “Who?”
His dark chuckle reverberated through my body, landing squarely on my clit. He turned me in his arms and looked deep into my eyes. “I want you.”
“I want you, too.” It was the only response I had. I always wanted him. No matter how many times we were together, I always wanted more.
Cash lifted me with his big hands covering my ass. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist. It was a long way to his room. And I knew I would be bouncing on his dick as he carried me up two flights of stairs. I would be so wound up that the moment he touched me, I would explode.
Only Cash wasn’t taking me to his room. He had another idea. His hand pushed the ladies’ room door open, and when it closed behind us, I reached over and locked the door.
“Couldn’t wait?” I asked on a laugh.
“Fuck, no.”
His lips crashed into mine, and any thoughts about where we were vanished. I couldn’t think. I could only feel.
Sitting me on the counter, he let his hands roam over me. Pushing my shirt up and over my head, he reached behind and unclasped my bra.
“You look sexy as fuck in these, but God sometimes I hate them,” he growled as he attacked my nipples. Taking one between his lips, and the other between his fingers, he rolled them both at the same time.
My head fell back as I basked in the glorious feeling of him enjoying my body. There was something powerful in knowing you could make your man lose control without uttering a single word.
I loved the way he manhandled me. The way he dominated my tiny body and used it for his pleasure. There was something to be said for surrendering that control to someone you loved and trusted.
There was nothing I wouldn’t let him do to me.
His mouth returned to mine, and his tongue swirled inside me. His hands made quick work of my boots and jeans, and it wasn’t long before I was in nothing but a pair of lace panties.
“Beautiful, sexy, strong, courageous...” He punctuated each word with a kiss down my body. Starting with my lips and moving to my neck. Then to my shoulders, and breasts. Trailing kisses down my torso as he described everything he saw in me. Things I never saw in myself.
“Loving, helpful, protective...”
He continued as he kissed the largest of my protruding scars. Any time he was between my legs, he brought his focus to the thing that held my shame. I knew what he was doing.
One day it might work.
