Cash (The Henchmen MC 2)

“Ride me, baby,” he urged and my hips surged immediately, drawing a husky groan from his lips. His hands went to my hips, his face buried in my neck. “Fuck yeah. I missed this.”

God, I did too. “Me too,” I whimpered, my body driving up fast, too fast, so fast that my breathing felt strangled in my chest already.

“When your back is better,” he said, using his fingers to dig into my hips and pick up my pace, “I am taking up real estate in this pussy,” he said with a smile as I drove my hips down and my orgasm broke through my system, my mouth opening on a surprised cry as I convulsed around him, milking him, bringing him with me, groaning into my neck as he came.

“I have no objections to that plan,” I admitted, my arms holding him tight to me.

“She agrees with me,” he said and I could feel him smile into my throat. “Halle-fucking-lujah.”

“Hey Cash,” I said a minute later and his head lifted at my suddenly serious tone.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Thank you,” I said, thinking of Shooter's words. I gave it to him nice and sweet, it was time for me to open up.

“For what, Wills?” he asked and I only stiffened slightly at that nickname.

“I'm finally free. You got me free.”

He thought on that for a second. “And you gave me you. The real you. We're even, yeah?”

I felt my lips curve.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

Easy. Uncomplicated.

Two things I never knew before.

Two things only Cash could give me.

Free. Finally.EpilogueTwo WeeksCashDays, Hailstorm got her. They got their badass boss lady. They got her strong, her hard, her smart. Then night came, her ass landed in my bed, and I got it all. Her strong, her hard, her smart, but also her sweet, her sassy, her cute, her awkward, her sexy. I got every piece.

Her ass was in my bed because my ass wasn't too keen on sleeping in a barracks with a couple dozen other men and women because I wanted my woman free with me. And by 'free', I meant naked. And by 'naked' I meant bare-assed and pressed all over me.

I made good on my promise and I took up real estate in her pussy. Her stitches out, her back only tender when she overdid it in training, I got her on her back again finally. I felt her legs wrapped around me while I pounded hard and deep, no bruised ribs to worry about, nothing to keep us from completely consuming each other so that was what we did. We fucked, barely out of the doorway every time she came over. We ate. I ate her, I fucked her again in the shower. We talked, we shared war stories. I fucked her again in bed.

I woke up most mornings to her climbing on me. The mornings I didn't, I woke her up with my face between her legs.

We didn't talk about her scumbag ex being dead. She knew, I knew. It was over. She was free. That shit didn't need to be dissected. She was moving on and that meant we were moving on... together.Three MonthsLoWe were sitting on the front porch, drinking coffee, bundled up against the February cold, looking like a normal couple- not a gun running biker and a leader of a camp full of heavily-trained fighters, killers, and fixers. I was just thinking how close to clean it felt, how close to average. It didn't seem possible, to be who we were, criminals, not bad guys, but not legitimately good citizens either, but still be able to have average, have normal.

Yeah, I was just thinking that thought when a snowball came flying across the front yard and splattered right between Cash and my feet.

The girls across the street let out a string of giggles from where they were hiding behind my car. Cash's face snapped up, playful smile already fully engaged (and let me tell ya', that smile was a sight to see) as he did a full on spy roll across the front yard like his mission to get hidden behind his bike was the most important one of his life.

I then watched as a snowball fight to end all snowball fights commenced, Cash taking the hits on purpose to keep things fair as he pummeled the squealing girls with the soft, fresh snow until they mother came to the doorway, smiling at the scene and calling the girls in for hot chocolate. A good call seeing as their faces were stained bright pink from the cold.

Cash came back to me out of breath, dropping down on the chair beside me and warming his hands with his coffee cup.

It was time.

For that talk.

One I had been avoiding because I knew it was awkward and it was dangerous.

“You're good with kids,” I said, looking off into the yard, not able to meet his eye yet.

“Babe, what's with the tone?” he asked, knowing me too well.

I forced my face toward him. “I can't have them.”

His head jerked a little, but I didn't see disappointment, just surprise. “Can't?”

I knew what he was asking. Because he knew me. He knew all of me. And that included my menstrual cycle. He knew I still got it. So he was asking if I was barren. “Biologically, I probably could. But, Cash... I'm thirty-nine. I know you're younger and I know...”

Not missing a beat, not letting me finish, he cut in, “Didn't you notice, baby? Reign and Summer fuck like bunnies. I'll have half a dozen nieces and nephews to screw around with in a couple years. The best part?” he asked, leaning close, giving me his gaze where I saw nothing but honesty, “when they get tired and whiny... we send them back to their parents. Then we,” he said, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me close, “can fuck like bunnies.”

He kissed me then, soft, sweet, then harder, needier. Coffee got abandoned, so did our heavy winter clothes all up the stairs as we tried to make it to the bed.