“That’s it, baby. Give that first to me, too,” Cash ground out while burying himself to the hilt inside her, his balls against her ass.
He sucked harder on her breast as she felt him climax in the condom. When they both quit trembling, he gave the tip of her breast a final lick before pulling out of her.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
After Rachel pointed to a door on the bedroom wall, Cash climbed off the bed, going to the bathroom with his jeans still on. Rachel remembered the rough texture on the inside of her thighs as he’d fucked her.
She covered her body with a blanket on the bottom of her bed just as Cash opened the bathroom door, coming out.
With the heat of passion over, Rachel noticed the hickey on his throat and scratch marks on his shoulders. She had seen enough to know both were a couple of days old; the hickey was fading, not as bright, and the scratch marks were scabbed over.
Cash reached over the bed for his t-shirt, pulling it on.
“I hope whoever left those marks on you won’t notice the new ones on your sides.”
Cash didn’t say anything, pulling on his boots. She didn’t even remember him pulling them off.
“Rachel, I did you a favor and everything else kinda got out of hand.”
Rachel could sense he was trying to extricate himself from the embarrassing situation.
“It’s late, Cash. I’m tired. Are you sure you can make it back to the bar?”
Cash frowned down at her, about to say something, but then he thought better of it. “I’m sure.”
Going to her bedroom door, he listened quietly before opening it and leaving.
Rachel sat up in bed. Bringing her knees up, she rested her forehead on them. He hadn’t even glanced back as he left.
Of all the men in Treepoint, why had she decided to pick Cash to give up her virginity to right under her family’s roof?
Rachel lay back against the bed, ashamed and angry at herself.
Placing an arm over her eyes, she wished she could take back the last hour of her life for a do-over. Hell, she would be content if she could just have the last thirty back. Swiping away a tear, she gathered her composure to go take a shower.
Seeing the condom in the trash, Rachel was relieved there wouldn’t be any consequences.
She would place tonight behind her and just be grateful no one other than them would ever know about it. One thing was for sure; she was probably the only woman in Treepoint Cash wouldn’t brag about having sex with.
Chapter 6
“Can we ride it again?” Logan begged.
“No. We’ve ridden it three times already.”
Rachel smiled as Holly refused to let Logan ride the Ferris wheel again. It was already nine o’clock—well past his bed time. Rachel was exhausted herself.
She hadn’t slept well the last two weeks since she had made the mistake of going out drinking with Cheryl. Thankfully, Rachel had managed to wake her early the next morning and send her home without anyone realizing she had spent the night. She had dropped her off to pick up her car. Rachel felt as if she had avoided a natural disaster. No one needed to know she had lost her mind and given herself to Cash.
She hadn’t seen Cash or Cheryl since that night. Cheryl had called several times for her to go out with her again, telling her she was filing for divorce from Jared. Rachel had refused, though. She had never been the type to hang out in bars, and as much as she liked Cheryl, she couldn’t bring herself to now.
Treepoint was small, and it had been hard to avoid the rumors of Cheryl becoming “bffs” with Kaley, a sister of a friend she had graduated with. Cheryl and Kaley were making up for the time they had lost by getting married young. Rachel would walk away when the harsh gossip started. It was none of her business, and she wanted Cheryl to be happy.
“It’s time to go home. We don’t want to sleep through church tomorrow, do we?”
“Yes,” Logan said unhappily.
“Come on, Holly. One more time won’t hurt,” Dustin said, lifting Logan onto his shoulders.
Holly gave in. “All right. As long as there isn’t a huge line.”
There wasn’t, and Dustin and Logan got on the Ferris wheel. Both women smiled as Logan started squealing as soon as the wheel began to go up. The ride didn’t last long, and it satisfied Logan enough for them to head home without further arguments from him. Rachel had her own car because she had worked in the church store that day and had met Dustin and Holly at the fair. They weren’t parked far from each other, however.
Rachel listened to Logan tell Holly about his ride on the Ferris wheel as she pulled out her keys from her jeans pockets.
“I’ll ride home with you, and Dustin and Logan can drive back home together,” Holly offered.
“Sounds good.” It wasn’t far to their house, but Rachel would be glad for the company. She’d do anything to keep from thinking about Cash.
Dustin reached his truck first.
“I’ll follow you home,” he said, putting Logan in his car seat.