Cash's Fight (The Last Riders 5)

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Rachel had only seen showers like this in magazines. She went down the steps, staring into the mirrored tiles of one side and seeing Cash come up behind her. His hand reached out, starting the water.

“I may never want to leave.”

Cash chuckled. “This shower almost cost Viper a divorce until he put one in just like it for Winter.”

The rainfall showerhead was amazing. Rachel lifted her face up to the water, feeling Cash’s soapy hands exploring her body. She spread her legs when a soapy washcloth cleaned between them while the side showerheads rinsed her body off. She felt his already hardening cock prodding her ass.

As Cash used the wash cloth to stimulate her clit, Rachel thought she was in Heaven, being surrounded by a luxurious shower while sharing it with the man she had fantasized about for years. Dreams do come true, she thought.

The sound of the shower door opening had her squeaking, trying to move behind Cash as Train came inside naked, wetting his hair and grabbing the soap.

“Don’t mind me.”

Rachel stared at him, having to close her mouth before she choked on all the water blasting at her. Cash hooked her around the waist, her water-slickened body easily dominated by his large one.

“Did I tell you to move?”

Rachel shivered at the tone of command in his voice.

She released an unwitting moan when his fingers returned to her pussy. Her eyes were pinned to Train’s as Cash parted her pussy lips to Train’s avid interest. Rachel’s gaze involuntarily lowered to Train’s cock, completely certain his was the size that sent women running. She had trouble taking Cash’s large size, so Rachel wasn’t sure how a woman would manage with what Train was packing.

“You haven’t shaved her yet?” Train’s casual question confused her until Cash’s fingers moved to play with her curls between her legs.

“Not yet.”

“Need some help?”

“All I can get,” Cash replied sardonically.

Rachel saw Train pick up the shower gel, pouring some into his hand before moving closer to her. Cash’s hand went to her hair, pulling her head back to lie on his shoulder.

“Spread your legs wider. Give the man some room to work with.”

Rachel stared into his reassuring eyes as Train’s hands rubbed the soap into her fiery curls, his thumb alternating brushing and pressing down on her fleshy clit.

She felt Cash move then saw him hand Train a long-handled razor.

Freezing in place at the sight of the wicked-looking instrument, she let him scrape the razor against her flesh as he shaved her clean. Cash took turns lifting each of her legs as the razor moved dangerously over her delicate area.

As Train took the showerhead off and sprayed directly on her pussy, rinsing her off, the powerful blast nearly gave her an orgasm. Afterward, he hung the showerhead back up then dropped to his knees in front of her.

Rachel had never perceived she could be in a sexual situation like she was in. It went beyond the scope of what she believed herself capable off.

She gazed up trustingly at Cash, feeling Train’s finger splay open the fleshy lips of her pussy.

“Let’s see how well I did.”

While Cash’s hand swept down to her breast, the mirrored tiles held her attention as Train’s tongue explored her softly, barely making contact with her skin. Being trapped between two highly sexual males raised a carnality which had her pressing against him, asking for a firmer touch.

Cash lifted her slightly off her feet, holding her around her waist while Train lifted one of her thighs, placing it over his shoulder. He then slid his hand to her ass, clutching the fleshy globe.

Rachel gasped at his grip. He was the quietest of The Last Riders, but she had observed him. He always treated the women respectfully, but he never took the bullshit that others took. Crash had carelessly dropped Stori when he was goofing around and Train had flipped out, knocking Crash to the floor as payback. There was something attractive about a man who was so protective over women.

Cash’s knuckles teased her nipples while Train’s tongue played with her clit, delving into the bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth. Rachel was about to orgasm when Cash turned off the water, breaking the temporary spell she had let herself fall into.

When Train opened the shower door and grabbed a towel, Rachel wanted to wail, thinking she wasn’t going to come. The men soon disabused her of that thought.

Cash let Train dry her off before possessively taking her away and carrying her to the bed, laying her down. Then Cash climbed onto the bed next to her, leaning against the headboard.

“Come here.”

Tentatively, she inched closer to him, unable to miss his hard cock.

“You know what I like?” he inquired demandingly.

Rachel nodded, opening her mouth and going down on him.

She felt Train climb onto the bed behind her, positioning her ass in the air, facing him.

“Been teaching her a lesson?” Train asked, smoothing a hand over her pink bottom.

“Always,” Cash said between gritted teeth.

Rachel let her teeth glide over his cock at his arrogant behavior. Her action resulted in a rough hand in her hair, lifting her from his cock.

“Vixen, the next time you try to threaten me with those sharp teeth when you have my cock in your mouth, your ass will be on fire for a week. Got me?”

“She misbehaving?” Train asked, sliding his cock between her thighs.

Rachel stiffened.

“Yes, she is. And right now, she’s pissing me off. Look at me, Rachel. Train and every man in this club knows there is only one dick going in that pussy, and it’s mine.”

Rachel didn’t relax, still nervous, but Train scooted closer to her and began to move. His fingers parted the slick flesh, letting his cock slide across her.

Rachel’s hand fluttered against Cash’s hips as he slid his cock to the back of her throat as Train’s thick cock butted against her clit.

No sound escaped as Cash and Train both rode her hard, neither of them allowing her any leeway, driving her to an orgasm which flung her to the sky as both men stroked themselves to their own release.

Rachel lifted her head, giving Cash a final lick with her tongue, seeing him shudder at the erotic touch.

Train moved away to the bathroom, coming back with a clean cloth. Cash laid a possessive hand on her belly as Train cleaned her. When he was done, he took the cloth to the bathroom while Rachel lay satiated on the bed, refusing to let the full consequences of her behavior hit her yet.

“Going somewhere?” Cash’s voice stopped Train from going out the door. “You can stay.”

Rachel was hauled closer to his side as Train climbed back on the bed.

She didn’t know how she felt about sharing a bed with two men; her mind and body were both exhausted. She lay cuddled against Cash’s side with Train’s warmth at her back.

“Go to sleep, Rachel.” Cash’s groggy voice settled her nerves momentarily.

The night she had dreaded had ended differently than she had expected. She had promised herself to experiment with the part of herself she

had always fantasized about, but not even her imagination could have taken her as far as she had gone.

She managed to doze off, only to be woken a short while later for another round with the two men. Afterward, Rachel lay on the bed between the two dozing men, running her hand through her new shortened length, still gasping for breath.

She waited until the men were deeply asleep before climbing out from between them, redressing in Sex Piston’s clothes. She searched for the underwear, but couldn’t find them. The woman was going to be furious with her since it was a matching set; she’d said it was one of Stud’s favorites.

Going quietly upstairs, she nearly tripped a dozen times from the floor covered with bikers in sleeping bags before she was able to let herself out the front door. Once outside, she was grateful she had driven her car and didn’t have to hike through the woods.

She let herself into Mag’s house, sending home her neighbor before going to bed after showering and putting on a fresh gown.

She breathed in the clean scent of the sheets, thinking of her mother and how disappointed she would be in her. After all the years she had stifled the more untamed part of her personality, burying the needs she had felt in her body in books and church, that part of her nature had finally been released. She was deathly afraid she couldn’t control it. What if she went too far and had to live with the regret for the rest of her life? She had thought her love of Cash protected her from that part of herself; instead, it had added fuel to the flame.

She needed time to think, to decide if she was going to douse the flame or enjoy the fire until it burnt out, leaving nothing but devastation behind.

Chapter 36

Jo picked her up at Mag’s house. They had to postpone their dinner until Mag had felt better—Rachel had only left her for brief periods of time.

“I’m ready.” Rachel had offered to pick her up at her dad’s house, but Jo had refused.

“How’s it going since you’ve been back?” Rachel asked as soon as they were both sitting in the tow truck.

“Same as when I left,” Jo replied as she drove toward town. “Sorry about the ride. I had to sell my car to help Dad pay a few bills.”

“I don’t mind. Where do you want to eat?” Rachel asked, turning the subject to something more positive. “We could go to the Diner or the Pink Slipper. There’s King’s place; it’s new, and the food is really good.”