Cash's Fight (The Last Riders 5)

“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.”