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And finally, it hits. My orgasm hits like a lightning strike, every nerve ending sparking as I shudder and clench around him. He groans loudly, his hips stuttering as he pulses inside me, his release spilling into the condom in a warmth that I wish was filling me instead. It feels like his orgasm lasts forever, holding me suspended in the moment as he keeps me upright, steadying me through the ripples, murmuring words of praise as we both come down from a high like I've never experienced in my life.

When my senses finally return, I blink back into focus and find myself locking eyes with Chickaletta. She’s awake again, her gaze steadily locked on me. I can’t tell if she’s mad that we interrupted her sleep or impressed. The whole situation is strangely erotic. Sure, I’ve had sex outside. Once, in a tent with a high school boyfriend, surrounded by nature. But this? This is completely different. The chickens feel like an audience and now I feel like I’m half insane. Like Cash has changed my brain chemistry permanently with his dirty talk, big cock and sweet chickens.

Cash slowly pulls out, his hands steadying me as he spins me around and guides me to sit on the floor.

“You might be a little dizzy from hanging out in that position,” he says, his voice softening. “Have a seat.”

I sink down to the floor, and he follows, settling behind me with his large body shielding and holding mine. My back presses against his chest as he wraps his arms around me, both of us still completely and utterly spent, naked on the warehouse floor.

Chapter 29: Cash

After disposing of the condom and checking in with Rae, I settle back in behind her on the floor of the facility, wrapping my arms around her naked form and holding her tightly against my chest.

"Aren't there security cameras in here?" she asks in a sleepy, blissed out voice.

I snort. "Yeah, there are, but I'm the one who watches the tapes."

She tilts her head up to look at me with a small smile. "You're going to keep today's footage, aren't you?"

"Not if you don’t want me to.”

She rolls her bottom lip under her teeth then shakes her head. "No. You can keep it."

I smile because that’s another sign that she’s starting to trust me. “How are you feeling now?”

“Good. Really good,” she whispers softly.

“That’s good, baby. So, tell me, what’s your real reason for running for mayor of Whitewood Creek? You seemed like you hated this town when you first got here.”

Rae sighs, her soft body melting back into my chest, completely at ease now. I can’t stop myself from noticing how perfectly she fits here, like she was made to belong in my arms. And hell, I’m starting to think she was.

I don’t do post-coital cuddling. Never been my thing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some asshole who ignores aftercare. I’ll clean a woman up, maybe even go for round two. But this? This quiet, intimate moment surrounded by my chickens with Rae? It feelsdifferent. Feels like something worth lingering in. Her tough walls have finally dropped, and for the first time, I’m seeing the softer, more vulnerable side of her. I knew from the moment I brought her here she’d be the first for this and it has me wanting more.

Maybe I can coax her out of that little hermit shell of hers and keep her right here, where she belongs in my arms. Because I’ve never been afraid to admit when I’ve changed my mind. And I think I’ve changed my mind about everything when it comes to her.

I’d never wanted to settle down before Rae walked into my life. And now? Now I’m curious to know what her plan is because she’s become mine in my mind, and I see myself settling nicely right here with her.

“Yes, I didn’t love living here at first,” she admits, her voice soft. “I lost my job in Charlotte after working in politics for years. It was… devastating to lose it. I loved my boss, loved the work and loved the city. But my sister needed my help more than I needed to wallow in disappointment, so I took this move as an opportunity to lick my wounds, help her out, and figure out my next step before moving back.”

Her words hang in the air as my fingers trail lazily up and down the smooth skin of her arm. I watch as goosebumps rise undermy touch, her body softening with each pass of my hands. She’s bare and warm, and while the air might be chilly, I’m not ready to dress her because I’m not done pleasing her body yet.

“Mhm…” I murmur, letting her words settle.

“The mayor position came as a suggestion from Lydia,” she continues. “She thought it’d be a good way to pass the time.”

“And what do you think so far? Has it helped with passing the time?”

She hesitates, then shrugs lightly. “I mean, it’s mostly a figurehead role, but it’s kept me distracted.”

I chuckle low in my throat, my fingers dipping lower, skimming just below her navel. Her stomach hollows out at the touch, and I don’t miss the way her breathing pattern changes when I brush over that sensitive spot. I keep my hand there, teasing her, not yet giving her what she knows I will. She shifts her hips slightly like she’s trying to get me to move lower.

“I’ve been keeping you distracted,” I murmur, a knowing grin tugging at my lips.

“That too,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as she tilts her head back against my neck. I like this view of her pretty face and the angle I get of her body. I reach around and palm both of her breasts in my hands, squeezing the full weight of them.

“I’m glad you’re liking the town. It means a lot to me.” My voice softens as I speak. “My family’s lived here for generations. I get that coming from a big city to a small town is a shock, but give it time. I think it’ll grow on you.”

“Maybe…” she murmurs, her tone distant, like she’s caught somewhere between skepticism and hope.

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