Best Two Out of Three

Part 13

Saturday, July 18, 2020
Cash's House – Orlando, Florida

Alex rolled over, half-asleep, and reached out for Cash—but she didn't find him. She opened her eyes. He wasn't there. The covers of the bed were flung back, the sheet and pillow wrinkled from where he'd been. But before she could wonder where he'd gone, the smell of coffee hit her nose.

She swung her feet to the floor and climbed out of bed, padding down the hall of Cash's house in nothing but her underwear and one of his t-shirts. She found him in the kitchen making breakfast. Her smile nearly split her face in two.

"Are you making me pancakes?"

He glanced over his shoulder. "No, go back to bed! I was trying to surprise you!"

Alex's heart nearly exploded when she heard that. "Babe! Really?" She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and placed a kiss on his bare shoulder. "You did surprise me."

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

"Good." He turned around in her grip and pulled her close. "I wanted to do something nice for you to make up for Wednesday."

Alex smiled. "Trust me, you've more than made up for it." She reached up and gently stroked her fingers along the nape of his neck, playing with his hair like she had that night in front of the fire. He hummed as closed his eyes.

"Come on, you know what that does to me," he breathed.

"I know," she teased. "That's why I'm doing it."

"Mm." He bent his head forward and hungrily kissed her neck. Alex bit back a giggle as his beard tickled her, and then a moan when he nipped her skin; but the pancakes suddenly started to sizzle on the griddle.

"I think the pancakes are burning," she said.

"Shit!" Cash whirled around and quickly flipped them with the spatula. "See, you're a distraction," he smirked at her. "Maybe it's a good thing I won't be at Dynamite this week. You'd get me in even more trouble."

Alex frowned when he said that. "Don't remind me you won't be there this week," she muttered.

After the "beer dumping incident," as they'd come to call it, Cody had individually called both Cash and Dax and told them they wouldn't be on either Dynamite or Dark that upcoming week. As soon as Cash had told Alex the news, she'd decided to fly back down to Florida early and spend the next few days at his place in Orlando; she didn't want to go that long without seeing him. And, ironically, Cash seemed to be taking the whole thing better than she was.

"It is what it is," he said with a shrug. "Kenny's just flexing his EVP muscle 'cause he's mad I got the girl."

He sent her a crooked grin. She returned it with an unamused stare. "Cash..." she warned.

"I know, I know," he relented. "You don't want me to rub salt in a wound. But tell me I'm wrong."

Alex bit her lip, trying hard not to smile. It was sexy how cocky he was being—and he knew it.

He turned off the burner and took her by the hips, pulling her into him. His voice came out breathy as he spoke in between kisses on her neck. "Kenny's mad because he knows you're in my bed"—kiss—"in my shirt"—kiss—"grabbing my hair and saying my name."

He squeezed her ass, and Alex let out a whimper of pleasure. But she didn't want to give into him that easily. "You're gonna have to make waffles too if you don't stop."