Chapter Two

Cash

"WAIT, BABY, WE need to talk," I said.

Teagan frowned up at me. "I have my hand around your cock, Cash. I am talking."

I smirked, fixing her bra. "We'll continue that conversation in a minute."

She let out a huff and slid her hand from my jeans. "Fine. But I don't want a lecture."

"I don't lecture."

"Bullshit, you're almost as bad as my dad."

"I don't lecture you," I amended.

She gave me half a smile. "Oh, but you want to more than you're willing to admit."

I chuckled. "Well, that's true."

"You're way too hard on your sister and at some point, you're going to need to lay off a bit."

"Daisy can handle herself," Cash said.

Teagan raised an eyebrow. "Then why do you fuck with her?"

"I mean, she can handle herself with me."

"If you ever try half the shit you do to her with me, you and I are gonna have a problem."

I frowned. "You've said that before, Teagan."

"Yeah, but I've discovered you can be a little thick when it comes to the people you love, so I'm going to keep reminding you."

"Are you seriously calling me thick, woman? Or that I love you?" I slid my hand under her skirt and between her thighs. "Where the hell are your panties?"

"I didn't wear them tonight." She pressed her palm against my dick with a grin. "I wanted you to have easy access. And I know you love me."

"You wore that skirt with no panties?" I growled. "And love might be a bit extreme."

To say her skirt was mini was an understatement.

"Sure did," she sassed.

Sliding two fingers inside of her, I discovered she was already wet, but as I thumbed her clit, her pussy flooded.

"I love how your body responds to me," I rasped, running my mouth against her neck.

"I love how you know exactly what I like."

I kissed her, my fingers sliding deep…

Until…

"Teagan?" Mack bellowed from the other side of the wall.

"Shit," she hissed, pushing away from me. She grabbed her purse and rushed into the bathroom next to the bunkroom.

I dropped my head to the wall and took several deep breaths, forcing my dick to calm the fuck down as I buttoned my jeans back up and waited for the all clear from Teagan.

* * *

Teagan

"Teagan!" Dad yelled again.

I pulled a clean pair of panties from my purse and pulled them on before washing my hands and yanking open the bathroom door with a scowl. "What, Dad? Jesus, can't a girl pee in peace?"

"I thought you were getting a pop."

"I had to pee."

"Where's Cash?"

"Um, gee, Dad, I don't know," I sassed. "I don't have my Cash tracker activated."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, when you see him, let him know he's driving you home."

My heart soared. If Cash was driving me home, that meant I got some uninterrupted time with him and that was something we rarely got. However, I had to continue to play the part of irritated daughter, so I let out a huff and whined, "What? Why?"

He glanced at his phone, then back at me. "Because I need to take care of something for your mom."

"Can I just stay here?"

"Sunday dinner at Hatch's, so that's up to you." He crossed his arms. "You just can't miss dinner."

"I'd never miss Maisie's cooking," I avowed.

He studied me for a few seconds. "If you want to stay in my room then head home and change before dinner, I'll allow it."

"What? Club chic isn't working for you?"

He smirked. "Don't be late."

"I would never disrespect Hatch."

Us club kids loved Hatch. He was our favorite and I'd heard Dad complain to Mom on more than one occasion that Hatch could do no wrong in the eyes of his daughters.

He let out a deep groan as he dragged his hands through his hair. "Baby girl."

I pasted on a fake smile and gave him my best little girl voice, knowing how much he hated it. "Yes, Daddy?"

"Never mind," he bit out. "Just do what Cash tells you to do."

I smiled internally. I absolutely planned to do what Cash told me to do, but my dad didn't need to know that. "I'll think about it."

Dad leaned down and kissed my cheek, then turned on his heel and walked away. I followed him as far as the bunkroom door, slipping back inside with a grin.

"What did Mack say?" Cash asked.

I turned to flip the lock on the door, frowning when I realized the door didn't lock. "He wants you to drive me home in the morning to change before taking me to Hatch's place. And that I'm supposed to do everything you tell me to do."

Cash grinned slowly. "Everything I say, huh?"

"That's what he said. And you know I must obey my father in all things."

He crossed his arms. "In that case, we're gonna need some privacy."

"Oh, yeah?"

He nodded, pulling out his phone and firing off a text.

I cocked my head. "Who are you texting?"

"Train. He and Melody aren't here right now, so we're gonna borrow his room."

I gasped. "You did not tell him—"

"Babe," he admonished. "Of course I didn't tell him shit."

"Well, what did you tell him?"

"That I'm entertainin' and wondered if I could use his room."

I rolled my eyes, jealousy rearing its ugly head. "Ew, gross."

"Baby, I'm about to fuck you just the way you like it, why is that gross?"

"Because he's going to think you're fucking some club skank and that's just gross."

He slid his phone into his pocket and closed the distance between us. "You jealous, sweet pea?"

"Do I have reason to be jealous?"

Cash chuckled, sliding his hand to my neck. "I didn't actually tell Train shit. I told him you were sleeping here and since his room was the closest open one to Mack's, I asked if I could bunk down there. I have to clean it for the privilege, of course, but he's good with it."

"I'll help you clean."

"I appreciate that." He smiled. "Now, am I fucking you there or in your dad's room?"

"Oh my god, don't be disgusting."

"Train's it is." He leaned down and kissed me. "You go up first. I'll grab tequila and meet you up there."

I kept my expression neutral as I made my way upstairs. The club was wired, so to speak. Not everywhere, but enough that I needed to act like I wasn't happy about being ‘stuck' with Cash. No one could discover us. No one.

I shivered.

My dad would kill Cash.

Literally.

I unlocked my parents' room and stepped inside. It was pristine, which was to be expected. Outside of the fact my mother was a neat nick, Dad would have a prospect clean it on the regular. I still needed to find out if I should change the sheets, though, so, I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.

Cash knocked on the door a few minutes later and I pulled open the door, inviting him in. "Hey."

"Hey yourself." He grinned. "Next door's ready for us. Just gotta get you in there without anyone seeing."

"I can be seen. If anyone asks, I'm helping you clean."

"Get movin' then, beautiful. I've got plans for you."

I grinned and locked up, following him into Train's room, where I was promptly pushed up against the wall and kissed until I could barely breathe.

He flipped the lock on the door. "I want your shirt and bra off, Teagan. Leave the skirt, then bend over the end of the bed."

"Shoes?"

"Off."

"Panties?"

"I thought you weren't wearing any," he said.

"I put some on in the bathroom."

"I'll take care of those," he rasped.

I shivered. "Yes, sir."

I did as he instructed. I spread my legs and bent over the bed, looking at Cash over my shoulder with a grin and my nipples beaded into tight buds as the cold air hit my skin. "I'm waiting."

"Jesus," he bit out, his shirt halfway off. "This is gonna go quick, baby."

"Not quick enough," I teased, and was rewarded with my panties moved aside and his dick buried deep.

"You were saying?" he retorted.

I dropped my head back as he tore my panties from my body and slid his hand between my legs to finger my clit.

"Brace, Teagan," he demanded, and I braced.

He slammed into me, over and over, working my clit as he buried himself deep, only it wasn't him who came first, it was me, crying out as an orgasm washed over me.

Cash wasn't far behind me, pressing his hand into my back as he let out a quiet grunt and his dick pulsed inside of me.

I fell face-first onto the mattress, and Cash snagged his T-shirt off the floor, cleaning us both up before stretching out on the center of the bed and pulling me over his chest.

I still wore my skirt, and he flipped it up so he could palm my ass. "This is sexy, baby."

"Yeah, I figured that out when you came in two-point-two."

"Sorry I didn't get you ready," he said, kissing my temple.

I slid my hand over his stomach. "Did I feel like I wasn't ready?"

"Not the point. I shoulda taken more time. You're new to all this."

I settled my chin on his chest and met his eyes. "Can you do something for me, please?"

"Anything."

"Can you maybe not mention the fact I was a virgin before you punched my V-Card, oh, I don't know, pretty much every time we fuck?"

"I don't mention—"

"You do," I argued. "Every single time."

"Just want to make sure you enjoy yourself, Teagan. Not tryin' to be a dick."

"I get that. And I appreciate it. I just don't need a reminder that I was basically the last American virgin, and my only option was to finally give it up to a man ten years my senior. I mean, you're, like, almost thirty."

"Fuck, that's positively elderly."

"Right?" I breathed out. "You're about ready for your AARP membership."

Cash flipped me onto my back and slid his hand between my legs. "You wanna take that back, Teagan?"

"Your AARP membership? I don't think I can. I'm too young."

He dropped his head to the mattress to stifle his laughter, and I couldn't stop a smile, especially considering he managed to keep his hand firmly between my legs.

Before things could progress, however, someone banged on the door. "Cash!"

"Shit," I hissed, scrambling off the bed.

"Yeah?" Cash called back, easing off the bed like he had all the time in the world.

"Booker needs a word," the voice called back as Cash slid his jeans on… commando.

I threw my clothes back on, finding my shredded panties in the corner and grimacing as I held them up. Cash snagged them from me with a grin and shoved them into his jeans pocket. I mean mugged him as I pulled my hair into a ponytail using the scrunchy I had around my wrist.

"Be right there," Cash said as he tugged on his T-shirt.

"How are you so calm?" I whispered.

"If I run around like you," he said with a shrug. "At my advanced age, I might break a hip."

I gasped, grabbing a pillow, and chucking it at his head.

He dodged it with a laugh, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your parents' room, then see what my dad wants."

I tried to keep my head up as we walked next door and he waited for me to step inside. I didn't fully relax until the door closed behind me, though, and I headed into the closet for a change of clothes.