Meant To Be (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

Chapter Nine

You checked your small suitcase again, for the fifth time now. Shorts, some tops, Cash's birthday present, a light jacket just in case, the black lace lingerie set......just in case. It seemed everything was ready for your trip to Cash's place, but you still felt like something was missing. The ringing of your doorbell interrupted your thoughts and you went to open the door. Although you knew exactly who'd be standing outside, you were taken by surprise at how handsome he looked. He wore a simple black tank top along with some grey shorts and Aviator sunglasses. Cash had never looked so gorgeous before. At least to you.

"Hey darlin! You ready?" He asked as he shot you one of his million dollar smiles.

"Almost. Come in, I'll be ready in five." You answered while holding the door open for him.
As he passed you, he took off his glasses and gently pressed his lips on yours. Damn, if only he'd come home to you like this every day for the rest of your life.

Ever since your little talk with Dax after their match at Blood and Guts, you realized your behaviour towards Cash had changed these past days. You were more needy for his attention, and more possessive of him in general. You wanted to make sure he knew you were all his, and that he should be all yours.

"Do you want a drink while you wait?" You added, admiring the man's butt. What an asset.

"Water would be nice, it's ridiculously hot today." As he turned around, he noticed you were not really paying attention to his words, and he raised an eyebrow at you. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm good. Fantastic even. Water's coming, hold on a second." As you walked over to the fridge, you brushed your hand along his upper arm, giving it a light squeeze. He meekly grinned at the soft touch.

"You look extra handsome today, baby."
He looked down at himself, obviously flattered with your statement before he chuckled.

"You're really easy to impress, Y/N."

"That might be true with you. I even figured out the secret formula to your hotness: The less you wear, the hotter you get."

When you handed him the glass of water, Cash's face had turned a bright red. He didn't know what exactly happened to you, you had never been so flirtatious - and blunt - with him before. But truth be told, he was enjoying this new side of you. After a few moments, he had gained his composure again, and retorted, a lopsided grin on his face. "Hmmm, I'm really curious if that statement is true for you too..." Then, he chugged down his water as if he'd never get a drink again.

"Well, maybe you'll get to find out soon." You said while zipping your suitcase and moving to stand next to him. He didn't reply, but just looked at you, so you took the glass from his hand, put it in the sink and walked back to him. "Come on, let's go, Pawla's waiting!" You pecked his lips and saw him out. As you did, he took your suitcase from your hand and pulled it for you. His other hand moved down to grab yours, fingers smoothly interlacing with yours. It felt like your hands were meant to be put together, he thought to himself.

In the car, he smiled over to you before turning on some music. "You don't mind, do ya, darlin?" As soon as the first few notes made their way to your ears, you rolled your eyes and groaned loudly: Orville Peck. If there was any type of music you couldn't stand, it was Country. He LOVED it. It was maybe the only downside the man had. Cash laughed at your reaction and put his hand on your thigh.
"Come on, it's not that bad. You'll love it sooner or later. And hey, on the way home, you get to choose the music and I won't roll my eyes when you play that...what are they called? Seven Avengers?"

"They're called Avenged Sevenfold. And I'll remind you of it once I see your eyes roll ever so slightly. Damn, this is gonna be a long drive..."

But you were wrong about it. The second song started, and Cash was feeling it. He sang along, louder than the radio, and dramatically gestured in the car. It surely was a sight to see. When you guys had to stop at a red light, the people in the car next to you even noticed his breathtaking performance and laughed about it. Your first reaction was to feel second hand embarrassment, but when you looked at Cash's face and saw the gleeful expression, you realized it didn't matter what random people in cars thought about you. The only thing that mattered was him.
As you didn't know the words to any of the songs, you started dancing along in the limited space of the passenger's seat, and clapped and woo'ed at the end of each song, asking for an encore. Which Cash, being the showman he is, would have never denied.
The two-hour of drive from Jacksonville to Orlando just flew by and before you knew it, he parked the car in his driveway. You looked out the window, trying not to be too impressed with the house, but admittedly, it looked beautiful from the outside. You would have expected your country boy to have a traditional, wooden house with a veranda. This however, was very modern and cool looking...and spacious.
"Wow. That's a pretty nice place you call your own."