Page 86 of Unguarded

“You’re salty. Is your dick salty too?”

He stumbles, but manages to regain his footing quickly. “I don’t know what my dick tastes like actually.”

“I want to taste it soon.”

“Oh, yeah?” He adjusts his hold on me before he tightens his grip.

I sigh, leaning back on his shoulder again. “Yeah. I think about it sometimes when I touch myself. What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

Please make yourself shut up.

He’s stepping up onto the porch of the bunkhouse now. He manages to open the door while still holding me, then kicks it fully open before walking into the dimly lit house.

He walks into his bedroom, laying me down on his bed. He stands up above me, brushing my hair out of my face before finally answering, “I don’t touch myself. I don’t like the way it feels. I like soft hands on me.”

“Really? Will you like it when I do it?”

He doesn’t respond.

I sigh. The room spins, and I shut my eyes. Tomorrow’sheadache and hangover regret are going to be a serious bummer, but tonight, I’m too inebriated to care.

His warm breath brushes over my ear. “Yes, I will. And just because I don’t touch myself doesn’t mean I haven’t fantasized about what you taste like or how pretty your mouth will look around my cock.”

My eyes flutter open.It’s still dark. My face feels cold, but my body is perfectly warm. I look down at myself and finally register the muscled arms caging me into a big, warm body. I’m lying on my back, my legs intertwined with his. We’re in Cash’s room, snuggled up in his bed together. He’s shirtless, but he must’ve showered because his chest is clean.

There’s a sliver of light pouring in from the moon outside. I can make out his features in the shimmery light, calm and relaxed. His lips are moving, like he’s having a dream and talking in it, but I don’t hear any words coming out. I take a few moments to study his muscular arm. Under the jagged skin of the Redford ranch branded into him there’s a green beret skeleton tattoo, and a cowboy riding a bull underneath it. I never knew how sexy tattoos were until I saw them on Cash.

A flood of memories rushes through my head.

“Let’s do it in the barn on a hay bale.”

“You’re salty. Is your dick salty too?”

I squeak, cupping my mouth with my hand as mortificationsettles over me. My stomach lurches, and I feel the urge to vomit.

That might be from the alcohol.

I remain motionless, trying not to wake him up. I’m not ready to face him after all the embarrassing shit I said last night as he carried me to his bed.

I’m never going to recover from this. I can’t look him in the eyes.

“Blue …” Cash finally speaks.

I look at his face again, expecting to see his eyes open and looking at me, but he’s still dead asleep.

He’s dreaming about me.

Something in my belly flutters. I curl into him, laying my head on his chest. He pulls me closer. My heart squeezes. Even though I still feel sick and embarrassed, I also feel … taken care of, special, and protected.

He wouldn’t sleep with me last night because I was drunk.

He punched his brother in the face for wrapping his arm around my waist.

The picture of us on the internet is still a massive problem for my career, but I shove it out of my mind. I’ll deal with it when I have to. Right now, I just want to feel safe and desired. In his arms, I do.

The bed isempty the next time I wake up. I immediately miss the warmth of his body curled around mine. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, but when I attempt to stand, the pounding in my head brings out a groan.

“I am so hungover.”

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