Cash laughs and I turn to look at him. “I thought we weren’t going to tell them that we are going yet,” I say. We both agreed to tell the kids a couple days before we left so that we didn’t have to answer ‘are we leaving yet’ questions a hundred times a day.

“I know, but they wanted to come in and wake you, so I told them I would tell them a secret if they let you sleep.”

“That didn’t work,” I point out.

“Yeah, I got that.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing me again. “All right, I’m going to go get the hellions to Ma’s; go back to sleep,” he says, and I don’t think I will be able to go back to sleep, but I slide back down into the bed, pulling the cover up over my shoulder. He kisses me once more before walking out of the bedroom. I watch him leave, enjoying the view of his very firm ass in his Levi’s. I can hear him talking to the kids. I hear the kids yell a goodbye and I smile before calling out that I love them. When I hear the door slam, I close my eyes, and before I know it, I’m asleep. I wake slightly when I’m pulled across the bed, and I feel weight and warmth behind me. I start to lift my head. “Sleep, babe. We’re kid-free until tomorrow,” he says, and I feel him kiss the back of my head, his warmth seeping into me from behind. I snuggle deeper into him before drifting back to sleep. I wake up feeling warm. I do not want to move, but I really need to pee, so I start to scoot off the bed when I'm tugged back. “Where are you going?” Cash asks, his voice rough with sleep.

“To the bathroom,” I say, and his hand runs down my hip where his fingers squeeze in.

“Come back to bed when you’re done.” I roll out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I make quick work of taking care of business so I can get back to Cash. Once I get back to the room, Cash is sitting up in bed, his back to the headboard, and his shirtless upper-body exposed. I crawl from the bottom of the bed, watching his eyes darken as I make my way up and straddle his waist. His hands slide up my thighs to my ass, pulling me tighter against him.

“So what are we going to do today?” I ask, leaning in to kiss the tattoo of Jax and Ashlyn’s names on his chest. Unlike his brothers, he only has a couple of tattoos. This one has his kids’ names intertwined with sharp lines and a floral vine wrapped around them, almost like it’s holding them together. His other tattoo runs down his side along his ribs, and says, ‘Experience is the hardest kind of teacher. It gives you the test first, and the lesson afterward.’ The script is swirly and looks awesome against his skin. I can’t help but get lost looking at him. His well-defined abs lead down to a deep V that I trace with my fingers.

“Did you hear me?” He chuckles, and I feel my cheeks get warm as my eyes meet his.

“What?”

“I said how about we have a na**d house day?”

“A na**d house day?” I repeat, studying his face.

“Yep.” His hands run up my thighs, and then under my tank top, his hands skimming my waist and over my br**sts as he pulls it off over my head. “Naked house day.” His thumbs run over my nipples, making me arch closer to him. “The rules for na**d house day are we stay na**d all day, no matter what we’re doing.” His mouth covers one nipple; he pulls hard, then releases and blows a cool breath over it.

“Sounds like fun,” I moan, my hands going to his hair as he gives my other nipple the same attention. “Did you just make this up?” I ask as he rolls me over, sliding inside.

“Yep,” is all he says before I drag his mouth down to mine, wrapping my legs around him.

*~*~*

“No more!” I cry as I feel Cash come up behind me. I got away from him ten minutes ago. I thought na**d house day sounded like fun this morning, but now it’s seven at night and I’m starving, my legs feel like they are going to fall off, my body is covered in love bites, and all I want to do is sleep.

“Babe, you’re na**d standing in the middle of the kitchen looking sexy as hell. I can’t help it,” he says, his mouth coming to my neck.

“No more.” I jump away from him, running to the other side of the counter. “I need food,” I tell him, stepping back when I see that he looks ready to pounce.

“Okay, okay, you’re right. I need to feed you,” he says, holding his hands out in front of him.

“Thank you,” I sigh, my head dropping forward.

“After I feed you, you’re mine again.”

“Did you take something?” I ask exasperatedly.

“What?” He smirks, showing off both dimples.

“It can’t be normal for a guy to get hard so quickly after...” I say quietly, looking down at his very hard c**k and waving my hand in its direction.

“This is all your fault.” His fist wraps around his c**k and begins moving in slow strokes. “All I have to do is look at you and I’m ready to go again.”

“Food,” I say, watching as he works himself. I lick my lips and feel my lower belly clench. I have no idea how I can still get wet after the amount of times I’ve orgasmed today.

“I’ll feed you,” he says, taking a step closer to me. His free hand goes to my hip, turning me to face the countertop. “Put your hands flat on top and don’t move them.” I do as he says, my br**sts pressing into the cold counter. He uses his foot to spread my legs farther apart; once he has me how he wants me, his fingers run over my clit, making my body jump at the contact. I feel like every nerve ending is exposed; the slightest touch is almost too much. “You’re wet,” he states, sounding almost surprised. I don’t say anything, just nod my head. I feel his warmth hit my back, his legs bending right before he fills me, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes.

“Oh,” I moan as my fingers dig into the countertop.

“I love being inside you,” he groans. He keeps pulling almost all the way out before slamming back inside, each thrust causing my sensitive ni**les to slide over the counter. His hand slides around my waist before traveling down and over my clit. I press back against him, trying to get away from his fingers. Everything that I’m feeling is too much. Without warning, I hear a loud smack and feel the sting from his palm against my ass. My body jumps, and I feel myself become even wetter. I cry out when his fingers pinch my clit, and my body bucks against his as I orgasm. I clench around him. My body burns from the inside out. Lights dance behind my closed eyelids. I know I’m dragging him over with me when I feel his fingers digging into my h*ps and his loud roar fills the room. His body collapses on top of mine. I can feel his heart beating wildly against my back, his chest heaving up and down.

“I think you’re trying to kill me with orgasms,” I say into the top of the counter.

“My dick is officially rubbed raw,” he groans, sliding out of me.

“What are you doing?” I yell as he picks me up, walking towards the bedroom.

“Going to shower,” he says, and I wiggle until I'm out of his arms.

“No! No way,” I say, and I don’t even look at him as I run to the room, slamming the bedroom door. I then run to the bathroom, shutting and locking that door as well.

“Babe.” I can hear the laughter in his voice as he knocks on the door.

“Naked house day is over!” I yell before I jump into the shower, trying to wash as quickly as possible before he finds a way to break down the door. Once I’m done showering, I wrap myself in a robe, making sure to tie it tightly around my waist. I’m surprised to see Cash sitting on the side of the bed fully clothed, his hair still wet from his shower he must’ve taken in the kids’ bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask, backing up when I see him stand and start prowling towards me.

“I’m going to kiss you and leave the room,” he says, his arm encircling my waist. My hands go to his chest, trying to warn him off. “Just a kiss, baby, and then I want you to get dressed so I can take you out to dinner.”

“We’re still going to dinner?”

“I promised you I would feed you,” he says, his lips moving softly over mine. I smile against his mouth. His face moves back, his eyes looking me over. “Unless you feel up to getting back into bed.” He smiles when I growl. “Get dressed. I’ll be in the living room.” He turns me around, pushing me towards the closet. I jump when he smacks my ass. I look over my shoulder to see him smiling. “You have a beautiful ass, baby.” He shrugs, walking out of the room. I walk into the closet smiling.

Chapter 10

Cash

“One more flight,” I hear Lilly tell Jax as we board the small plane. I don’t mind flying, but this day has been exhausting. We woke up at five this morning, got both the kids up and ready, then drove the forty minutes to the airport where we caught our first flight. That one took us from Tennessee to Seattle, and once in Seattle, we boarded another flight to Anchorage, Alaska. Once we arrived in Anchorage, we made our way quickly from the terminal to our gate in order to head outside and board another plane to the small town that her parents lived in.

“I want to sit with Daddy,” Ashlyn says when we all file onto the plane. The seats are all two-by-two, so we have to split up into pairs.

“That’s fine,” Lilly says as she helps Jax buckle into the seat next to her across the aisle from Ashlyn and me.

“How much longer?” Ashlyn asks, and I can tell she’s getting tired. Lucky for us, both kids are pretty well behaved, so we haven’t had any real drama or breakdowns today, but it has been a long day and it’s starting to wear on all of us.

“Forty-five minutes,” Lilly answers. Once all the other passengers are on the plane and the door is closed, the sound of the engines fills the plane. It’s so loud I look nervously over to Lilly who smiles. “They call these planes pond hoppers.” Lilly laughs when she sees the look on my face. “Don’t worry, we’re up then back down on the ground before you know it,” she says with a smile as Jax takes her hand. The plane starts to speed up, and I know we’re off the ground when the plane shakes and the sound of the engine gets even louder than before. This has got to be the scariest flight I have ever been on; I feel like the plane is going to rattle apart. About twenty minutes into the flight, Ashlyn has curled up in her seat with her head against my ribs. I look over at Lilly and Jax, seeing that they are both asleep. Lilly’s head is back against her headrest, and Jax is in much the same position as Ashlyn. The stewardess doesn’t even come through the cabin for drink service; she just stays strapped into her seat. Before I know it, the captain makes an announcement that we will be landing soon. Once I feel the plane touch down, I reach across the small aisle and run my fingers down Lilly’s cheek. Her eyes open and meet mine before looking down at Jax, who is now awake, then over at Ashlyn. We wait until most of the passengers are off the plane before we stand and get our carry-ons out of the bins; it’s easier than trying to fight everyone to get off.

We step off the plane, and I have never been happier in my life to have my feet on solid ground. All I want to do is eat, shower, and sleep.

“Do you want me to take her?” Lilly asks, looking at Ashlyn, who is still asleep.

“No, baby, I got her,” I say, grabbing her hand as we make our way into the terminal.

“Mommy…I mean…Lilly,” Jax says, and I look over at Lilly, who is smiling down at Jax.

“Yeah, honey?” she says quietly, running her hand down the back of his head. My stomach drops as I watch the woman I love and plan on asking to marry me interact with my son, who has gotten so close to her that he slipped and called her Mom. I wish his mother was normal and sane and had a relationship with him, but she doesn’t. I don’t even think she cares one way or another what happens with Jax. The more time that goes by, I’m convinced that the only reason she is involved in Jax’s life at all is to hold him over my head or f**k with me.

“Can we go fishing like Grandpa talked about?” Jax asks.

“Yes, I’m sure Grandpa will take you fishing, just not today.”

“Okay,” he sighs, grabbing Lilly’s other hand. “Can we go look for beers?”

“Yes, honey, but not today.” She laughs softly. I drop her hand so I can shift Ashlyn, and I feel Lilly’s hand go into my back pocket.

“Can we go out on the boat and see otters, like Grandpa said?” Jax asks and I chuckle. He and Ashlyn have been having Skype sessions with Lilly’s parents every few days since our first time a few months ago. Every time the kids talked to Lilly’s parents, her dad told Jax about all the cool things that they were going to do when we came to visit.

“I'm sure we will go out on the boat at some point while we’re here, honey.”

“Can we go to McDonald’s?”

“There is no McDonald’s here.” Lilly laughs when Jax’s eyes get huge, and he looks around the airport—if you can even call it that; it’s more like a large metal building with a check-in counter and two doors, one where you enter, and one where you go out onto the tarmac. Every plane that lands has to be boarded from outside.

“Oh, my babies!” is cried loudly and echoes through the metal building. Ashlyn startles in my arms, and Lilly and Jax are plowed into. Both of them are hugged and rocked back and forth.

“Hey, Mom,” Lilly says, smiling and untangling herself and Jax from her mom. Once her mom steps back, she looks down at Jax. “This guy here that you just scared the crap out of is Jax,” she says, putting her hand on Jax’s shoulder, “and this is Cash.” She slides her arm around my waist, looking up at me. And I don’t know what it is about that exact moment, but the look on her face and her introducing us to her mom as a family makes me shift Ashlyn so that I can kiss her. When I take my mouth from hers, her eyes are soft and so full of emotion that my heart beat kicks up a notch.