Cash didn’t last long. Seeing me come seemed to set him off. He thrust from below then moaned loudly, louder than normal. “Your pussy is amazing.” He lay back and caught his breath.
I leaned forward and kissed his chest. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
“Don’t ever do it again.”
I pulled him out of me then moved up his chest. “Okay.” I kissed him on the lips then the corner of his mouth. Another quiet moan escaped his lips.
“You’re good at that,” he said.
“What?”
“Everything.”
I lay beside him then wrapped my arm around his chest. A sad sigh escaped my lips. It shattered my heart when I realized just how depressed I was. Even the mighty orgasm Cash gave me couldn’t chase it away.
Cash immediately noticed. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I realized I lied. “I mean, pass.”
His eyes sagged in disappointment. “Is there anything I can do?”
“You’re already doing it.”
His hands moved through my hair then he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Can I ask you something?”
“You know you can ask me anything, Cash.”
“Answer some of my questions, and I’ll answer any questions you have.”
That caught my attention. I sat up and looked at him. “What do you mean?”
“There are some things I’m eager to know about you. Mainly all your “pass” responses. But I realize that’s unfair, so I’ll answer some of your questions in return. That sounds even.”
It was tempting…I was eager to know his secrets. But I wasn’t eager to let him know mine. “I don’t know…”
Cash sighed.
“I just can’t.”
“Okay. I’ll drop it.” He pulled me closer to his chest. “Did you have fun with your brother?”
“Yes,” I said sadly.
“Is that why you’re upset? You miss him?”
Well, he was partially right. “Yes.”
“It’s not forever,” he said gently.
I could never tell Cash I wasn’t leaving. It would probably make him uncomfortable and jump to conclusions. “We’re just really close…it’s hard to explain.”
“I understand.” His fingers trailed down my neck, making me relax. “I did something dirty last night.”
That caught my attention. “And what was it?”
He gave me a cocky grin. “I missed you—so I pretended you were here.”
That was so fucking hot. “You jerked off to me?”
“With your shampoo. It smells like you.”
That made me hot all over again.
“Do you judge me?”
“No,” I said immediately. “I think that’s hot.”
His eyes studied my face. “I knew you were my type of girl.”
“I’ll think about you next time I’m alone.”
His eyes widened instantly. “You know all the right things to say.”
“You don’t judge me?”
“No.” He sat up then pressed his face against my legs. He gave me a generous kiss before he returned. “God, no. As long as I’m the only cock down there, do whatever you want. And as long as you only think about me.”
“You’re bossy.”
“No. I’m just possessive.”
I laughed. “That’s so much better.”
There was no humor in his eyes. “You’re mine. And I treasure you.” He rubbed my bottom lip with his finger then kissed it. “Mine.”
But only for two more months. The revelation made me sad. For the first time, I felt the pain of his departure. Everything was so perfect between us. Would I ever find a relationship like this again? I pushed the thought away. Cash told me how this relationship would go. There was no point in getting emotional about it. His words were empty. I wasn’t really his. I would never be.
“I don’t want to use condoms anymore—not after that.”
I didn’t want to either.
“I can get tested again to prove I’m clean.”
“I trust you, Cash.”
He kissed my forehead again. “And I trust you.”
“Do you ever think about other women?”
His hand stilled on my back. “What do you mean?”
“Do you think about being with other women?” I was just curious. His answer didn’t really matter.
“Right now? While I’m with you?”
“Yeah. Do you have someone else lined up?”
He looked hurt, like I just insulted him and his entire family. His eyes darkened and started to brew with accusation and pain. “No. You’re the only one, Prudence.” His voice came out angry. “You’re always in my thoughts. Never worry about that.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you…”
“Do you think about being with anyone else?”
I knew exactly whom he had in mind. Gavin. “No. Not at all. Since you’ve done this before, I wondered if you had a process.”
“No.” He turned away, still upset.
“Cash, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
No, it wasn’t. I cupped his face and kissed him gently. But that didn’t seem to work.
Cash pulled away. “When you go back home, is there someone waiting for you?”
“No. I’m alone.”
He eyed me. “Do you ever think about being with Gavin?”
Where were these questions coming from? I really should have kept my mouth shut. We were arguing like we were in a real relationship. “I don’t see him that way.”
“But he has a lot in common with you.”
I shrugged. “Gavin is a very talented musician. We went to school at Cambridge together. That’s how we met.”
“What did he major in?”
“Math.”
“Why did he pick that?”
“He wants to get his Ph.D. if the band doesn’t work out. He claims music and math coincide. Having stronger skills in either aspect improves his abilities in the other. In other words, it was the closest major he could get to music without actually picking music.”
“I’m guessing his parents didn’t approve?”