Cash's Fight

by Jamie Begley

  “Cash, there are people around.” Rachel tried to clamp down on the rising tide of arousal that was threatening to gain control.

  “No one’s paying attention.”

  She arched as a finger entered her, thrusting in firm strokes that had her breath deepening and her body twisting closer to his. The cold water enveloping her no longer seemed so frigid.

  Cash’s hand cupped her ass, pulling her closer to him as his finger thrust harder and his thumb swirled in the wetness of the bud of her clit. A sudden pleasure had her screaming into his mouth as she felt her pussy spasm, coming on his hand.

  When she finished, Cash kissed her mouth again, dragging the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip. Rachel was embarrassed, uncertain of how to act.

  Cash didn’t release her, still rubbing her bud and extending her orgasm. She felt his hand at her waist as he lifted her slightly out of the water before lowering her back down. She felt the brush of his cock at her opening.

  “Wait, you’re not wearing a condom.”

  “You can’t get pregnant if you fuck in the water,” Cash stated, thrusting inside her.

  Rachel shuddered at his hard thrust, giving herself over to his demands. His hands on her ass lifted her higher so his mouth could latch onto a beaded nipple. She could only hold on to his hard body, afraid if she let go, she would drown in more ways than one. The water surrounding them muted the sound of his body slamming into hers, driving her to another climax.

  This time, when she came, she felt Cash groan as he joined her, crushing her mouth underneath his as he jerked inside her, arousing primitive emotions Rachel had no idea she could experience.

  “Are you all right?” Cash’s hand slid to her jaw, raising her eyes to his scrutiny.

  “Yes.” Her strangled reply brought a tender smile to his face, which had her pulling away from his controlling touch.

  When he let her go, she could tell he was adjusting himself back into his shorts. She was relieved the dark shadows hid her embarrassment at losing control to him twice.

  “Rachel…”

  “Don’t worry, Cash.” Her voice was unintentionally harsh. “I’m not going to make more out of it than there was, so you can spare me that speech. Can I go home now?” While Rachel was unaware of the hurt her words provided, Cash swam by her side as she headed back to the bank.

  As soon as her feet touched the grass, she picked up her clothes and went into the trees to change. When she came out, she was startled to see that The Last Riders were all mounted on their bikes.

  Cash was sitting grim-faced on his bike. Something about his expression sent a warning signal through her body.

  As she drew closer, he handed her the helmet. Rachel scanned The Last Riders. None of them wore helmets, even the women members, but Winter and Beth were sitting with them on their heads. A spark of warmth began to bloom in her chest, which she ruthlessly smothered as she climbed on behind him.

  Viper started his bike and Cash moved his forward, going directly behind him. Rachel’s heart pumped hard as they all pulled out onto the road in twos. The bikes flew through the night in a roar of noise and excitement, even if they were just driving down the dark road.

  Rachel could only guess at the adrenaline rush of actually driving the machine. Maybe she would learn to drive one. The thought of buying such an expensive motorcycle disappeared. She didn’t think she would achieve the same thrill of sitting behind Cash, gripping his waist, and leaving the skill to handle the monster between their legs to him.

  Lily waved when she turned to look behind her. She was sitting next to Shade, who was driving Rider’s truck. Razer rode with Beth behind him at the end of the pack. He looked fierce with his hair pulled back with a do-rag and his leather jacket.

  Her attention was jerked forward as they rounded a sharp curve, coming to a straightaway. The Last Riders’ compound was ahead. As the men cut their speed, pulling into the parking lot, Rachel expected Cash to keep going. Instead, he pulled in alongside Viper, turning off his machine.

  Rachel stared at the clubhouse sitting on the hill with the large flight of steps leading up. She had been inside a couple of times: once to help Lily during one of her panic attacks and another to celebrate the baptism of Beth’s sons. Tonight, it looked different, as if a den of inequity was just waiting for her to step inside.

  The question remained, was she brave enough to take that step?

  Chapter 28

  “Why are we stopping here?”

  Cash climbed off his bike, staring down at Rachel. He reached out, taking off her helmet. “I thought I would show you my bedroom.”

  He deliberately let his eyes run over her shirt where the damp material showed the outline of her breasts. He wasn’t surprised when she stiffened, gripping his bike with her thighs and refusing to get off the machine.

  “I’m ready to go home. I’m working the church store in the morning.”

  “Lily is going to open for you,” Cash stated casually, leaning down to lift her, despite her attempts to smack him away.

  “But it’s my turn,” Rachel argued.

  “Lily is paying back a punishment; she’s opening for the next week.” He took her hand, leading her up the steps. Rachel didn’t try to jerk away; in spite of herself, she wanted to spend more time with him before returning to reality. She damn sure didn’t want him to come to the realization he could make her want him despite herself.

  The others watched in amusement as they came in the door. Before she could utter further protest, he ushered her up another flight of stairs. She had never been upstairs in the clubhouse. He led her down a long hallway, stopping at the next to the last door. This place was huge with the amount of rooms it had available.

  Cash opened the door and pushed her inside, turning on the bedroom light and closing the door. Startled, she jumped at the loud sound.

  Before she could gather her defenses, Cash went to her, winding her hair around his fist, using his body to back her toward his bed.

  “Cash, I want to go home.”

  Her vulnerable eyes almost swayed him, but if he relented, he would have to start over with her tomorrow. He was sick of waiting for her to realize he cared about her. The best way for her to realize she was his was to show the stubborn woman.

  “I’ll take you back in the morning. After we eat breakfast, and I fuck you again.” His hand went to her top, peeling it off. Her bra was harder to remove because it was wet and she was struggling against him.

  “And what if I say no?” Rachel objected to his high-handed treatment.

  Cash stopped momentarily, becoming angry. “I’d stop when I heard it. I haven’t heard it yet, though. Do you really want to tell me no, or are you worried about what that good girl inside of you is trying to tell you? Tell her to fuck off. You owe me a blowjob, and you’re going to pay up. If you’re good, I’m certainly willing to return the favor.”

  His hand went between her thighs, grinding the palm of his hand against the inseam of her jeans. She had come twice in the lake with him; it should be impossible to become aroused again so soon, yet she was burning for him. His dirty talk and commanding her had her getting hotter, stroking that part of her which had always fantasized about Cash.

  Why not have some fun with him? She had never planned to cling to her virginity; it was gone anyway, already lost to the desire she had carried for him. She wasn’t in love with him anymore, and unlike the other women he’d slept with; she knew it would only be temporary. Maybe giving in and playing out her desire for him was the only way to move on.

  Cash pulled off his t-shirt, showing his muscular chest. He had regained all the weight he had lost during his convalescence, and his blond hair was longer, brushing the back of his shoulders.

  He took off his jeans and boots before going to the snap of her jeans. He sat down on the end of the bed, his cock hard and ready.

  “You ever suck dick before?”

  Rachel shook her head. She had been involved with h
er books more than she had boys, and she was beginning to realize just what she had missed, staring down at Cash. His sensual body made her want to discover every ridge and muscle displayed before her avid gaze.

  Instinctively, she went to her knees between his thighs, gently reaching out to touch his cock.

  “You’re not going to hurt me; I like it rough.”

  Rachel’s eyes briefly lifted to his. Desire was etched on his handsome face, giving him a menacing appearance, which she sought to appease.

  Her mouth lowered to the tip of his cock, sucking the head into her warm mouth. Her hand went to the length and began sliding up and down. A groan had her smiling against him as she sucked him farther into her mouth.

  Cash’s hand went to her hair, guiding her down even farther. “You’re going to learn to take every inch of me and give it to me the way I want.” His hand went to her breast, taking a nipple between his fingers. “I like dirty, raunchy sex, and that’s what I’m going to teach you to enjoy. You’re going to be mine any way I want, when I want.”

  Rachel stiffened. “I’m not going to be your personal sex slave!”

  “Yes, you are, and I’m going to be yours. Anytime you want my cock, all you have to do is ask. And, baby, I’m going to give it to you in ways you never dreamed possible.”

  Rachel didn’t doubt he would.

  Pushing the argument aside, she went back to her task, and he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth, going deeper with each thrust. His fingers tightened on her nipple as she felt his cock getting harder and his balls tightening under her stroking fingers. She licked him as he held her steady, thrusting out his climax in her mouth. When he was finished, he used her hair to raise her head.

  “You did good for a amateur.”

  Rachel brushed his knee with her cheek, lowering her guard for a brief second. Being here with him had played out one of her fantasies. Maybe she could handle this. If he wanted to keep pretending he wanted more from her, who was it going to hurt?

  “I think you’re just easy to please,” she teased.

  “No, I’m not.” He lifted her onto the bed beside him. “I’m hard to please, and you’re going to spend the night doing it until you get it perfect.”

  “I’m a quick learner,” Rachel teasingly boasted.

  “Not quick enough.” He laid her back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide. His mouth brushed her belly button before kissing his way down her thighs. His tongue then slid between the lips of her pussy, laving the tiny bud until she lifted her hips, trying to press harder against his mouth. The sensations were way beyond anything she had imagined as he stroked her with his tongue before using his teeth to tease her.

  His fingers pulled and tugged at her already sore nipples until she didn’t know which part of her body to concentrate on. His hand left her nipple, sliding underneath her to grab her ass and lift her higher against his mouth. Whimpers began escaping her as she bit her lip, trying to prevent them from escaping. She didn’t want him to know how his touch was breaking down her barriers.

  Her body twisted underneath him as she experienced one sensation after another, the desire building to a painful pitch that had her grasping the sheets in her hands before going to his hair, trying to jerk away from him while at the same time force him to let her come.

  “Cash, I can’t take anymore,” she wailed.

  “Baby, I’m just getting started.” His hand on her ass started exploring her, his thumb sliding between the globes of her butt.

  Nervously, she tried to twist away while keeping his mouth exactly where she wanted it.

  His thumb pressed against her rosebud, the sounds escaping her now escalating because of it.

  “Relax...” he growled against her.

  Rachel wasn’t sure she liked the uncomfortable feeling he was provoking. She’d thought she was hot before, but he had ratcheted the flames into more than she had thought possible.

  “Easy.” His tongue was flicking her clit, and then he sucked it into his mouth.

  She let out a small scream as he filled her with his finger. She lost all touch with reality as he tormented her body. She climaxed, but instead of coming down, it only made her want more. She didn’t recognize the woman she’d become as her hands grabbed his shoulders, losing all control over her wild movements.

  He removed his thumb when she began begging him, flipping her onto her stomach. After he jerked her hips back toward him, she wasn’t given any warning before he pounded his cock deep within her, satisfying the ache she hadn’t been aware he was building in her. Every time she thought she had felt all the sensations involved with having sex, he showed her she hadn’t begun to see what he could teach her.

  “Oh, God,” Rachel moaned as she thrust back against him. The feel of his flesh inside her, rubbing against her walls, had her burying her face in the soft sheets.

  “Wait, Cash! You need to put on a condom.” She tried to wiggle her hips away from him, but a hard smack on her butt had her freezing in place.

  He bent over her back, his cock burrowing deeper within her grasping pussy. “You can’t get pregnant unless you’re on your back.”

  “What? That’s ridiculous.”

  Another hard smack landed against her butt. His mouth lowered to her shoulder, placing soothing kisses as he pistoned inside her. She felt every ridge of his cock as he ruthlessly took her pussy, as if laying claim.

  “I’m not joking, Cash. I’m not on any birth control.” She tried to remember exactly why she was fussing at him. His bare cock felt so good inside her.

  “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it.”

  “You’re not doing a great job of it so far,” she moaned.

  “I’m not?” he mocked. “Let me fix that.” His hand slid from her hip to the front of her pussy. His fingers then rubbed against her, sending her back into a hazy cloud of desire where nothing mattered except the climax he was building. When he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, she screamed at the small pain as she came, almost blinded by the pleasure that ended only when he released her from his possession.

  When she collapsed against the sheets, unable to stop herself from trembling, Cash pulled up a sheet to cover her butt, leaving her back bare. He lay down next to her, his large hand smoothing over her back.

  “You got a tat while you were gone.” His statement had her burying her face in the pillow. His finger traced over the dream catcher tattoo that was on the back of her shoulder. Rachel had given the picture to the artist who had inked her. “I didn’t take you for a tattoo girl.”

  “You don’t know anything about me, Cash. You never took the time to get to know me.” Her voice was even, without a shred of the emotion she had once felt for this man.

  “That’s not true. I might not know everything, but I know you, Rachel.” Cash’s sincerity failed to impress her. She was just one of many women with whom he’d had sex, nothing more or less.

  She didn’t answer, pretending to be asleep. She was exhausted, but she was far from sleepy, her mind in turmoil at what she had let happen. She had no willpower where he was concerned. She was like an addict when faced with their drug of choice, swearing not to indulge again, but when it was within reach, giving in to the temptation.

  She felt Cash scoot in closer to her, and then he pulled the sheet up over both of them. Rachel lay silently by his side for over an hour until she was sure he had fallen asleep before quietly sliding out of the bed and getting dressed.

  She didn’t look back at the bed before leaving the bedroom, too afraid she would change her mind. Maybe I should start a twelve-step program for getting over Cash, she thought wryly.

  The downstairs of the clubhouse was quiet as she let herself out the front door. It was over a mile walk to Mag’s house. She should call one of her brothers to come get her, but couldn’t bring herself to. The look in their eyes, that she had become another one of Cash Adams’s whores, would put an irreparable rift between them. Instead, she started walking. She
had never been afraid of the dark. She was much more afraid of what waited for her in Cash’s bed if she stayed.

  * * *

  Rachel ignored Lily’s curious stare when she came into the church store to already find her there. It took her the better part of the morning to relax around her. Lily never questioned her, though. She was not the type to pry, and Rachel appreciated that about her.

  “Lily?” Rachel smoothed out the t-shirt she was folding.

  “Hmm?” Lily looked up from the paperwork she was filling out.

  “Are the rumors true about the clubhouse?” Rachel asked the question that had been drilling a hole through her heart for the last several months.

  Lily looked back down at her paperwork, fiddling with her pen. “I think that is a question you should ask Cash.”

  “I don’t have the right to ask; he’s made me no promises. Hell, I don’t even know what’s going on between us,” she admitted.

  “You may not know what he’s feeling, but you know your own. Shade, Razer, Viper, and Knox all belong to The Last Riders and they are faithful to us. You can’t judge Cash, thinking he won’t remain faithful if he is committed to you.”

  “Cash will never be faithful to a woman. He isn’t capable of it.”

  “You can’t be sure of that,” Lily protested.

  Rachel gave her a wry look. “We’ve both watched Cash chase after women since we were young. He chases them until he gets them, then he dumps them. The only women I think he’s been with regularly are the ones in the club, and they don’t expect anything from him.” Rachel folded another shirt. “Doesn’t it bother you to be around those women, knowing Shade’s been with them all?”

  Rachel looked up to see the hurt look on Lily’s face.

  “I’m sorry, Lily. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…” Rachel’s frustration at herself reached a boiling point. “I don’t want to be attracted to Cash. He’s a horny hound dog who is going to make my life miserable.”

  “Or he’s a horny hound dog who is going to keep you very satisfied.”