Cash's Fight (The Last Riders 5)

“Let’s go back to the clubhouse.”

Rachel didn’t protest; all the worries of what she had let happen before evaporating as she felt her body begin to anticipate what was waiting for her at the clubhouse.

When they got there, Cash took her to his room, closing the door behind them. He didn’t bother trying to make it to the bed. With her raising her dress up so he could remove her panties, he slid deep inside of her.

Rachel couldn’t hold back her scream as he entered her in one hard thrust.

“Fuck, vixen, you’re tight.”

Her arms slipped around his neck as he fucked her.

A sharp knock on the door next to them had her stiffening. Cash’s hand briefly left her long enough to open the door to Train on the other side. Rachel was pinned to the wall by Cash’s body.

“Want some company?”

“Take the bed,” Cash grunted, not stopping his thrusting inside her.

Rachel’s eyes followed Train as he removed his clothes.

“Want him to leave?”

“No,” Rachel moaned.

“Good.” Cash turned toward the bed where Train lay sprawled, sliding his hand up and down his cock.

“You going to help a brother out?”

“Yes.” Cash laid her within Train’s reach. As he watched Rachel hand grip Train’s dick, he thought his cock would burst.

She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Her sexuality demanded satisfaction while trusting him to hold Train back.

He lifted her ass and slid his cock back inside her, giving her what she needed. He reached forward, his hand going to her hair, pulling her hand off Train’s cock.

“Whose woman are you?”

“Yours,” she whimpered.

“You’re only giving what I want you to take. You understand me? No one but me gets this pussy. No one but me is going to make you come. No one is going to take this sweet ass but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Rachel whimpered as he smacked her ass while pounding his cock inside of her.

“Cash…?” Train moaned while his hand slid on his cock.

“Ask me.”

“Can I have her mouth?” Train groaned.

“You want his dick?”

“Yes.” Rachel started shuddering. The erotic commands he was giving her were ratcheting her desire to a place she was trying to reach, her hips thrusting back frantically against his.

“Give it to him, then.”

Rachel’s mouth covered Train’s cock as the man’s head fell back against the headboard. She let the men guide her into an explosive climax that had Cash moving to the side so that she could lie down next to Train before lying down on her other side.

Pinned between the two men, she hadn’t noticed Rider and Bliss had come in until she heard the noise from the other side of the room. Bliss was riding Rider while they had watched Train and Cash play with her.

She wanted to pull the covers over her, but Train had his chest pressed against her back, lifting her breast to Cash’s mouth. Rachel couldn’t help herself from watching Rider and Bliss as the men brought her body back to life. Seeing the envy in the other woman’s eyes, Rachel knew Bliss wanted to trade places with her.

Rachel looked into Cash’s eyes, recognizing the enjoyment he got from watching her with Train. It was the same enjoyment she got from seeing his pleasure.

She had sworn to herself that it wouldn’t happen again, that it was a one-time thing. She had come back to the clubhouse tonight, still lying to herself.

Rachel remembered one of her mother’s favorite quotes: Hell is paved with good intentions.

Chapter 37

“Damn it to Hell!” He was going to beat her ass when he caught up with her.

Cash sat up in the bed, angry Rachel was gone. She didn’t have to work today; therefore, her ass should still have been next to him.

Train came out of the shower, drying his hair. “What’s up your ass?”

Cash threw him a furious look. “When did she leave?”

Train shrugged. “I don’t know. She was gone when I woke up fifteen minutes ago.”

Cash got out of bed, going to take a shower. He had wanted to make sure she was okay when she woke up; he was deathly afraid of what the harsh light of day might have her feeling. She hadn’t wanted to talk about last Friday night, had avoided him most of the week. If that had frightened her, last night would have her leaving town.

His stomach was clenched in fear at the thought of losing her. Dammit, he should have thought of that last night before letting Train join in. Train, of all his biker brothers, was the most caring of the women, and he had noticed Rachel’s eyes on him when he had been with the other women. Cash thought her gift allowed her to sense the pain hidden inside Train.

He had thought… Hell, he had fucked up. If he lost her now, he didn’t know what to do.

The numerous phone calls and pleas he had received from women now came back to haunt him. Rachel’s indecision over her feelings and the terror of possibly losing her made him want to call her and settle it. Only the need to see for himself made him wait the few minutes it would take to reach Mag’s house.

He was almost to the front door of the clubhouse when the phone rang.

“Yeah?”

“This Cash?”

“Yes. Who’s this?” He didn’t recognize the feminine voice on the other end of the line.

“Connie. You gave me a hundred to call if I heard anything.”

“I remember who you are. Got any news for me?”

“They came in last night. A couple of them hit the bottle pretty hard and started mouthing off that everyone would know who they were after today. Kind of creeped me out, you know?”

“Anything else?” Cash questioned, going back inside the house to find Viper.

“They kept talking about Molly’s Valley.”

“Molly’s Valley?”

“Yes. That’s all I heard.”

“Thanks. I’ll drop some more money off for the info,” Cash promised before hanging up.

Why would Scorpion be interested in Molly’s Valley? It was on the other side of Jamestown, close to where Lily had gone to college.

Cash called Viper, filling him in during the short time it took Viper to walk to the kitchen.

“Why in the fuck would they be interested in Molly’s Valley? From what I remember, it’s nothing but farmland,” Cash asked Viper.

They quit talking about it when Shade and Lily entered the kitchen. While Lily went for the refrigerator to pour herself some orange juice, Shade drank his coffee, ignoring his wife’s baleful glances.

“What has you two looking so serious?” Shade asked.

“We just got some information that Scorpion might have an interest in Molly’s Valley. It doesn’t make sense to buy property there. There’s no…” Cash tried to watch his words so Lily wouldn’t become alarmed.

“No one can buy property in Molly’s Valley,” Lily stated, sitting down at the table. All three pairs of eyes fixated on her. “Well, they can’t.” She shrugged. “Ask Rachel; she’s the one who wrote a huge paper on it in high school. She wanted to do her paper on the effects of mining on the water, but she was too afraid she would be run out of town.”

“Why can’t anyone buy property in Molly’s Valley?” Cash tried to keep her on track.

“Because it’s a depository for nuclear waste.” The men at the table paled. Lily nodded at their reaction. “I know. It’s frightening what happened. From what I remember from Rachel’s report, there was ground seepage. They have to monitor it forever.”

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?Why aren’t there any signs? How didn’t I know this?” Cash asked, surprised something of that scale had been sitting practically in his front yard and he hadn’t had a clue it existed.

“I have no idea.” Lily shrugged. “Like I said, ask Rachel. She got an A on her paper. None of us could hardly understand a word of it, but she gave lists of the companies who stored their waste there. She’s writing her doctoral dissertation on it. She had to get special permission from the state and federal governments to take soil samples. She’s writing about some kind of isotopes.”

“Transuranic?” Cash asked sharply, remembering his chemistry.

“That’s it!” Lily exclaimed. “I would call her and ask to make sure, but there’s no cell reception there. She went there today to get some samples; her paper is due next week.”

“Holy fuck!” he said, getting out of his chair and running after Viper. “Shade, call Lucky. Tell him everything and to notify Homeland Security.”

Cash followed Viper’s lead as they hauled ass toward Molly’s Valley. He prayed, bargained, and pleaded the whole way there, something he hadn’t done in a long time and didn’t think himself capable of.

They cut their motors as they drew close, seeing the gate standing open. He knew they were too late.

The men climbed off their bikes, motioning for Stud’s men, who were coming in, to go quiet, also. They made a line in the long grass, trying to shield themselves as they moved through the land.

His eyes momentarily caught Lucky’s when they found the guards dead outside the facility.

The men, many who had served together in the Navy, took the lead while Stud’s men came behind as backup.

Once they entered the building, it wasn’t hard to find them. Rachel’s screams could be heard, leading them in her direction.

Cash’s military training went out the door; instead, he became the man he had been born to be. He reached inside his pockets, pulling out his brass knuckles. The men inside thought they wanted a new government, but he was about to give them a whole new world.

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Rachel sat on the dirty concrete floor. “You have to stop. You don’t know what you’re doing,” she screamed.