Cash (Sexy Bastard #2)

“You are no fun.”


“Let’s get out of here.” I hike a thumb toward the door and freedom. Maybe I should sweeten the deal with the promise of burgers, but I don’t.

“Oh, no,” Tasha says, sipping her drink and trying not to gag. “For this, we are definitely staying for the rest of dinner.”

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re very cruel?”

“Who do you think I learned it from?”

I swing an arm around Tasha, and she drags me back to the dining room for the rest of dinner in hell. By the end, I can’t get out of there fast enough. Mom reminds me of a time next week and Dad doesn’t say a thing. Tasha just smiles and gloats from the sidelines. We’re now stuck in this together. I think I’ll need a brillo pad to help me get clean again.

Needing to escape my family, I climb into my car and peel out of the drive. I glance at the clock. It’s almost nine here, which means it’s just six in Los Angeles. Means Savannah is probably done with work for the day. Dialing her number, I head back toward the bar. Just a quick chat and it’ll help me feel centered again.

“Hey, I was just gonna call you,” Savannah says.

“Can’t get me out of your mind? I’m sure your harem of surfer dudes are very disappointed.”

“You have no idea. But actually, I caught an early flight back. We finished negotiations.” She goes on but I’m still stuck on flight back. There is nothing I want more than to be with Savannah tonight. My family is something that just stains me to my very core, and only Savannah can wash me clean.

“I can be there in ten minutes.”

“It’ll be worth your while if you make it in five.”

I hang up and hit the gas. Let no one ever say that Cash Gardner turns down a bet from a sexy woman.



Savannah opens the door in a silk nightie, and I don’t think she’s ever looked sexier. She backs up to let me in and I take her in my arms, kicking the door shut behind me. The kiss is rough and demanding. I don’t have time for sweet and comforting I need this right now. I need her.

Shoving up the nightie, I find she’s not wearing underwear. “Do you have a thing against underwear?” I ask.

“Only when you’re around.”

She threads her fingers through my hair. Giving one nipple a slight pinch, she moans and it’s all I can do to not come right there. Satisfied, I trail kisses down her stomach, but she wraps her fingers around my tie and pulls me back up.

“Like it?”

She wrinkles her nose and removes it swiftly.

“I want something else first,” she says, kissing me. Distracting me while her other hand encircles my cock. I grab her mischievous hand and pin it to the wall. I look down at her, eyes glassy, lips puffy. This is what I’ve missed since she’s been gone. I lean in, our bodies lining up perfectly.

She hooks a leg around me, and I shift to pick her up. She shoves at my shirt, ripping at the buttons. Good, I never liked these clothes anyway. Using the wall for leverage, she presses against me, and my cock feels like it’s about to explode.

I grab the edges of her nightie and pull it over her head. She bucks against me, and I can feel the heat of her *.

Her trip may have just been a few days, but I feel like I’ve been wandering in the desert for months. Savannah is cool, clear water, and all I want to do is dive in and never come out. Her fingers fumble with my dress pants, and when she pulls my cock free I hiss out a long breath. Teasing my length she lines me up and, using her legs, fully seats herself on me.

Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I try to lose everything in her. Gripping her hips, I thrust again and again. She bows under me, complying with my every wish. Everything I demand she gives back, not fighting, not protesting, just giving.

“Cash,” she say breathless.

It’s going to be harsh and insane. She’s so tight and ready for release and I ride her over the edge.

I don’t know how we made it back to her bedroom, but we end up in bed. Cradled in the warmth of Savannah’s body, I finally find ease. I look up at her, resting my chin on her chest. She runs her fingers through my hair.

“Hi,” I say.

“Miss me?” There’s laughter in her eyes. Her other hand traces the design of my tattoo. I grin and kiss each finger. There is nothing that she can’t fix.

“You have no idea.” I lay my face flat against her. I want to freeze this moment and stay here forever. The outside world filled with parents and problems doesn’t need to exist. I can feel myself getting hard again.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN


Savannah