“Hi, I have a three o’clock appointment with Justin.” She looks over her shoulder into the back of the salon.
“He is just finishing up with his client; if you could give him about five minutes, he will be right with you,” she says, looking down at the kids. “Do you guys like to color?” she asks, and they nod. She ducks behind the counter and comes back up with some coloring books and crayons. We go over to the sitting area, and Jax and Ashlyn kneel in front of the table and start coloring.
“Lilly?” I look up when I hear my name being called. My eyes make contact with a very pretty Spanish man, and I say pretty because he has on more makeup than I do.
“That’s me.” I stand, looking down at the kids.
“You both be on your best behavior. I tell them, walking into the back of the salon. The reason I chose this place is because it is one of the only places around that allows you to bring your children with you, and while you are getting your hair done, they watch your kids.
“They will be fine,” the girl who was behind the counter when we arrived says, looking over at the kids.
“Thank you,” I say as my hand is grabbed and I'm dragged into the back of the salon.
“I'm Justin.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say as I'm sat down in a chair and a cape is tossed over my shoulders.
“I love this color, honey. Who is your stylist?” Justin asks, making me smile.
“That would be Nutrisse 6.60,” I say, and smile when his mouth opens and closes like a fish.
“This is from a box?” he asks breathily, lifting my hair and letting it run through his fingers.
“It is,” I confirm. “I came today to have you cut ten inches of it,” I tell him. Watching him smile.
“Ten inches will leave you hair here,” he says, holding my hair up to just below my shoulders.
“That’s fine.” I smile, looking at him in the mirror.
“Are you sure about this? I mean, your hair is so amazing,” he says quietly.
“Well, I really just want a change, and I think that a new cut is a good place to start,” I tell him.
“Let’s do this then,” he says, pulling a rubber band out from a drawer. I watch as he pulls my hair back into a ponytail at the base of my neck, and then pulls it down some before reaching over and grabbing a pair of scissors. “Last chance, love, then there is nothing I can do.”
“Do it.” I grin, watching as the scissors open over my hair and I hear the distinct sound of my hair being cut. Once he has gone through my hair, I watch as it falls down around my shoulders. My first thought is, it’s really short. My second thought is, Cash. He has no idea that I planned on cutting my hair today. I wonder what he will think. Then I look at my hair in Justin’s hand, then back at myself in the mirror, shaking my head back and forth. I already feel lighter. Once he’s done, he stands behind me, gathering my hair before letting what’s left run through his fingers.
“Now, love, on to the really fun part. When all is said and done, and I walk into the waiting area towards the kids, I feel hot. My red hair sits just above my shoulders in a mass of wild waves and flips. I feel sexy. I loved my long hair, but this cut…something about it just makes me want to hold my head a little higher.
“Mommy, you look so pretty!” Ashlyn yells as soon as she sees me. She jumps away from the table in front of her, running to me.
“Thank you, love bug,” I say, crouching down in front of her. Her little hands automatically go to my hair, bouncing it. I look over at Jax, who is looking like he would rather be anywhere but here. “Are you ready to go, honey?” I ask, and he nods then hops off the chair, grabbing my hand. Once he has it, I stand, and he starts tugging me to the door of the salon. “Bye guys,” I call over my shoulder, laughing as Jax drags me behind him. Once we’re out at the car, he drops my hand and looks up at me.
“I'm starbing.” His head is back and I can’t help but to laugh.
“You had breakfast a couple hours ago,” I remind him, opening up the door so he and Ashlyn can climb in.
“That was foreber ago,” he says as he gets into his chair. He buckles in, and so does Ashlyn. I hop in the back to make sure they are both secure before getting out, shutting the door, and climbing into the front seat. “What would you like to eat?” I ask, reversing out of the parking space.
“McDonalds!” both he and Ashlyn say at the same time. I don’t take them very often, but when I do, we end up spending at least a couple hours. The first thirty minutes is me trying to talk both of them into eating; the rest of the time is spent watching them play in the indoor play area.
“Okay,” I say, and then wait a second for them both to stop yelling ‘yippee!’ “But if we go, you have to promise to eat before you go play.”
“Promise!” Ashlyn claps.
“Promise,” Jax says, and I know they are both lying through their adorable little baby teeth.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, my hands in Cash’s hair. Between my legs, his mouth is on me, and his fingers are digging into my thighs. I’m close…so close. My hips try to raise, and his fingers press in deeper, holding me down. “Cash,” I whimper, my head arched back as he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking it. His hands travel down the length of my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart, then down under my thighs to my ass, lifting me up higher into his mouth. His head moves back and forth as his mouth devours me. My hands tug on his hair, trying to pull him off, but all that seems to do is egg him on. “Cash!” I call again, using my feet to push up the bed. He growls low, and then wraps his arms around my thighs, putting his mouth back on me. He’s keeping me on the edge; this is torture. It is my new haircut’s fault. The minute he walked into the house when he came home, his eyes got dark and hooded; I felt my pulse speed up and between my legs get wet. He likes it a lot. After he said hi to the kids, he came to me in the kitchen, wrapping a hand around my waist, his mouth going to my neck, his tongue touching me there before his lips traveled up to my ear.
“Love the hair, babe,” he said against the shell of my ear. “Tonight, I'm going to show you just how much I love it.” He kissed the side of my head, his fingers digging into my hip and stepping away.
I'm brought back to the moment when he fills me with one thick finger. “Come for me, Lil,” he grunts before his mouth covers me again. One finger slides out, and two slide back in. I do as I'm told, my head digging into the bed, my legs fighting to close. Behind my eyes, the world lights up; my body starts to sing and I convulse around his fingers. Before I have a chance to recover from my orgasm, I'm flipped to my stomach. His thighs spread mine a little wider and his hand comes down hard on my ass before he enters me in one long thrust. “Higher,” his deep voice commands as I cry out and lift my ass higher up to him. His hand smoothes over my skin before coming down hard again, the sting from his palm hitting my skin making me tighten around him, bringing me closer to the edge. “Higher, Lil,” he says with another smack. I moan, my hands grabbing the sheets above me, my face going farther into the bed, and my ass tilting higher. “Give it to me, baby; f**k me back.” Another loud smack lands against my ass. This one sets me off, making me pound back against him. My breath is coming in loud pants, my body slick with sweat. “Harder!” I press back harder, his hands grabbing my ass, pulling it up. “That’s it, baby,” he groans, slamming into me harder. I can feel myself being moved up the bed by the force of his thrusts.