Page 20 of Cold Foot Cash (Wreck’s Mountains #4)

Windblown.

That word had never meant a single thing to Harley before she’d met Cash, but now? Windblown was how she wanted to be.

She had shed her fancy coat jacket, and opted for his oversized flannel from the back seat of his truck for tonight.

They’d closed down the bar, but she hadn’t been tired. She hadn’t been ready to go back to her apartment yet. She wasn’t ready to stop the celebration, so Cash had driven her out here, deep into the woods, with the promise of a flight. And God, she’d never seen Bozeman more beautiful than up in the sky, looking down on all the lights.

Cash was pulling his pants on just a few yards away. She could see this routine forming. He was quiet right after her Changed, and tomorrow she would ask why. She would ask if it was the transition from animal to man that stole his words. Or if he needed quiet after peaceful flights. Or if he didn’t quite remember how to be the man right after he slipped back into his own skin.

She wanted to know everything about him.

For tonight though, she just watched him dress in the deep quiet of the forest.

Harley couldn’t name much that she loved more than flying with Cash, and tonight, after everything, it had been the perfect balm to her soul.

What could be more freeing on her day of freedom than being in the air away from every problem that existed, with the man she was falling for.

Up there under the stars, it was just them.

He didn’t put on his shirt or shoes before he made his way to where she sat quietly on his tailgate. He’d turned his truck on to warm it up, and the lights from the cab sent a soft glow across his face.

The second he was close enough, she reached for him, and slid her hands over his smooth shoulders, then gripped his hair in the back as she melted into his hug. He pulled her closer to the edge of the tailgate and held her so tightly, his face buried against her neck, his fists clenching the flannel jacket that blanketed her.

His body was so big compared to hers. So strong. Tense.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said low.

The stars were so pretty above them. She stared at them and committed this moment to memory. “I don’t want you to go either. I don’t feel ready. I feel…I feel…” She swallowed hard and couldn’t find the right words to finish her thought.

“I feel too,” he said gruffly, and she knew he understood.

They could be their exact selves now. No restraint. No rules. Just she and Cash, and whatever life they wanted to build. And right when the chains were removed, he had to go.

Four hours between their homes felt like they would be a world apart.

She angled her face and pressed her lips to the side of his neck, and Cash’s hands tightened in the fabric of the flannel, pulling her even closer.

She kissed him there again, reveling in the freedom to do so.

A soft groan escaped him and smoothly, he eased back and pressed his lips to hers. This man could kiss every thought right out of her mind. Everything went so quiet when he touched her like this.

His hand slid up to cup the side of her neck as he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue against hers.

A soft curse escaped his lips, and he eased back, resting his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes, and drew her hand to his bare chest. Against her palm, his heart was beating so fast. He inhaled deeply and kissed her lips again. And again. Shorter, and shorter until he pulled back completely.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered, afraid to disrupt the magic of the woods.

“That I need to go slow with you,” he answered softly.

Harley nodded, searching his bright glowing gold eyes. “Because you want to go slow?”

He shook his head. “If the timing was right, I would want everything from you.”

“I’ll make you a deal for tonight.”

“What is it?” he asked, his eyes sparking with such hunger as his gaze dipped to her lips.

“You don’t think tonight, and neither will I. Tonight is just for us.”

His gaze flickered back up to her eyes, and he understood what she was saying. She could tell. A slow, wicked smile curved up the very corners of his lips. “No thinking?”

“I don’t want to think anymore, Cash,” she uttered on a breath.

He locked his arm on either side of the tailgate, thumbs brushing her hips as he hung his head and thought about what she’d said. Three breaths. She had three breaths before he leaned forward and kissed her again. This time was different. This was intense, and needy. It was arms thrown around each other, and lips moving against each other like they’d done this a hundred times before. He stood straighter and slid his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer, angled his face the other way and drank her in until he’d accomplished it—she couldn’t think. Nothing existed outside of him.

He pushed the flannel off her shoulders, exposing the lace tank top she’d worn under her dress jacket today. Cash pulled that over her head, and was back on her immediately. Harley’s body was on fire as he slid his hand under her bra and cupped her breast. She gasped and arched her head up to the sky as her body tingled with warmth under his touch. Cash pulled the bra down, exposing her skin to air, and she groaned as his lips found her. He sucked hard, and then gentle, hard, then gentle, and she was clinging to him now, rolling her body, needing more.

She moved to lay back, but he caught cradled the back of her head with his hand and wouldn’t allow her back to touch the cold metal of his truck bed. He shook his head. “It’ll hurt.” His voice was so deep and gritty now.

He pulled her back up and climbed into the back, and pulled her onto his chest. She straddled him, hands splayed on his strong chest, and he gripped her hips and dragged her against his hard cock. She could feel it through the material of their clothes so easily.

More. She wanted more.

Harley straightened her spine and unsnapped her bra in the back, then slid it off her arms and dropped it in the bed of the truck.

The look on Cash’s face dragged her confidence up. She felt sexy under his gaze, and when he slid his hands up her ribs and cupped her breasts, she threw her head back and got lost again.

The scent of the woods filled her senses, and the open breeze caressed her skin, and for Harley, she’d never done anything like this. Not out in the open woods, not with the stars twinkling down at her. Every cell in her body was igniting with pleasure.

Cash pulled her down and over onto her side, but for just long enough to shove her pants down her thighs. She kicked out of them and fumbled with the button of his jeans, and then he was kicking out of his own.

And this right here was it. There was no barrier between their bodies, and she could feel his skin against hers. She could feel his cock press right against her sex as he pulled her back up to straddle him once more.

She wasn’t cold, or hot. Everything just felt good.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he gripped her hips.

Harley huffed a breath as she rocked against him, and she could see the tension build in his face. God, she loved this. This right here, this control over him, this power was addictive.

Harley lowered down to press her tits against his chest and he gripped the back of her hair and kissed her as he moved her hips up slightly to take him. Harley inhaled sharply as his swollen cock slid slowly into her. He was big, but she’d been ready for him. Deeper, deeper. She bit his bottom lip gently as he began to move inside of her, pumping slowly. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever felt so good. He stayed buried deep, and his thrusts were shallow, and she was already panting out nonsensical things. He was driving her close too fast. Too fast. “Cash!” she gasped out.

He pushed into her hard, deeper, held there, and then eased back and did it again. It was perfect. Fuck, it was perfect!

She cried out as her body gripped him with pulses of intense pleasure. Over and over, she chanted his name with every wave of ecstasy. He nipped at her neck, and then with his lips right next to her ear, he whispered, “That’s my girl.”

No three words had ever melted her more.

She eased up, and feeling drunk, she locked her arms against his chest and searched his glowing gaze. He was still moving her slowly against him, his fingers digging into her hips with his grip.

“Turn around,” he murmured.

At this moment, she would’ve done anything he asked. Anything.

High on the aftershocks of her release, she eased up and let him slide out of her, then turned around, and straddled him where he could see her ass. His hands went right to it, and she smiled to herself, and then slid a look at him over her shoulder. “What now?” she asked.

“Slide onto my dick again,” he ground out.

His hands went from her ass to her hips as she got the angle right and took him deeply into her. She rested her hands on his legs and slid him another look as she began to move over him.

Cash gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, rolled his head back and then dragged his gaze to her ass again. Oh, he liked this. He really liked it.

Feeling powerful, she rolled her hips harder, but kept that pace slow. Cash reached up and grabbed her hair at the base of her neck, and eased her back until she was sitting straight up, her back arched. His other hand was on her hip, pushing the pace faster. “Fuck, Harley,” he gritted out.

He was so hard inside of her, and now the pressure was building in her center again. He dragged her against him harder, and faster now, hair gripped in his fist.

She panted out his name again, and he made this helpless, masculine noise that turned her on so damn hard. He released her hair and gripped her waist, and pounded her over him so hard, so fast. Her tits were bouncing, and her breath was short, and she was there. She was there! “Fuck, I’m coming again!” she yelped, and Cash lost it.

His released matched hers, and he cried out with her as warmth streamed into her.

Her body twitched as he pulled her back against his chest. He stayed inside of her, throbbing as he slid his arms over her chest and held her tight against him, both of them staring up at the starry night sky.

He laid kisses against her cheek, against her hairline right behind her ear, against her temple, as if he was coveting her. They didn’t say anything, but they didn’t need to.

Harley felt drunk on whatever he’d just done to her body. Nothing had ever been like this before, and she knew what they had was special. The chemical connection between them matched the emotional.

Cash dragged his flannel over her like a blanket and cuddled her so close, and everything was right with her world in this moment.

She never wanted this to end.

“I really don’t want you to go tomorrow,” she whispered, breaking the silence.

He pressed his lips to her cheek again and said, “I’m fully addicted to you. I won’t be gone long. I promise.”

A smile consumed her lips as she held his arms over her chest tighter. She understood what he’d meant. She was addicted to him too. Addicted to him, and to the way he made her feel about herself. She was addicted to the confidence he gave her, and the way he could create a spark in her body with just a touch, or a look. She was growing addicted to this version of herself, that she could only be with him.

Addicted to the smiles he gave her.

Addicted to his caring nature, and the way he could make her feel like a goddess.

He didn’t know it yet, but she was all in.

Day One had been a life-changer. And as she laid here with him, under the stars, hair windblown from a flight with her favorite person, she wondered if any day following Day One could be this good.

He nipped her ear and told her, “You have me,” and her smile stretched her lips even more.

There was her answer.

He was going to make this bond between them better and better.

She just knew it.