Cash's Fight (The Last Riders 5) - Page 54

He felt her tremble in his arms. Unable to resist her fleeting vulnerability, Cash took her mouth to show her exactly how sexy she was to him. As her arms circled his neck and she kissed him back, Cash’s desire rocketed. He didn’t know what had happened to the woman he had been seeing, but the Rachel returning his kiss was not worried about anyone watching them make out on the dance floor.

Cash broke off the kiss, studying the woman in his arms.

“Okay, where is Rachel, and what have you done with her?” he asked, only half-joking.

Confused, she tilted her head to the side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He lowered his head to her neck, taking a deep breath of her fragrance, and then raised his head, examining her eyes for dilated pupils.

“What are you doing?” She playfully hit at his shoulder.

“Any of those plants of yours give you a buzz?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t get the change. Rachel, I love you whether you accept The Last Riders or not. I—”

“Cash, shut up. Everything is fine. To tell you the truth, I guess I just wanted to see what it felt like for once to be more my age before I’m old and it’s too late.”

Cash understood what she was trying to tell and show him. She had been over-protected by her brothers, and her intelligence hadn’t helped, placing a barrier between her and others in her age group. For once, she was trying to act her age and have some fun, and he was stymieing it by trying to overanalyze her behavior.

Fuck that!

His conscience appeased, he decided to show her what she had been missing, within reason. He didn’t want to give her any ideas on leaving his ass for greener pastures, but he was going to show her why he was worth putting up with.

Cash danced with her, keeping her close as the night progressed. The brothers from Ohio getting rowdy had him looking around the over-filled room.

“Let’s go.” He stopped dancing, taking her hand.

“Where to?”

“Downstairs. It won’t be as crowded.” Cash maneuvered them through the large mass of bodies, wisely keeping away from the women who would break the spell Rachel seemed to be in.

Taking her to the kitchen, he turned left, opening the basement door before guiding her down the steps.

“This is nice,” Rachel murmured.

Cash left her for a second, turning on the music and going to the mini-fridge to pull them out a couple of beers. Sitting down on one of the chairs, he pulled her down on his lap. The zipper between her breasts drew his eyes.

While Rachel smiled down into his gaze, Cash’s hand went to her exposed cleavage, brushing the globes of her breasts. He sighed, lowering his hand, when he heard the door open. Train and Jewell came down the steps with Rider and Stori close behind.

“Did you and Killyama…?”

Her sudden question floored him.

“What?”

“Have you and Killyama had sex?”

“God, no.” He shuddered at the thought.

“Good, I like her.”

Cash rolled his eyes; he didn’t know anyone who could like that bitch. He doubted even Beth and Lily did, both being closer to Sex Piston.

“So, if I’ve had sex with them, you can’t like them?”

“I can like them; I just don’t want to be friends with them,” she clarified her position.

Casually, he tightened his hands on her hips so she couldn’t run away. “Vixen, do you like Evie?”

She stiffened on his lap, her hand going to his hair and tugging it until his head went back. She lowered her face to his. “If you’re a smart man, you won’t say another word. Evie doesn’t count; she’s married now and in love with King. That can change if you piss me off.”

“My mouth is sealed,” he assured her.

As a new song came on, Cash lifted her to her feet. “Let’s dance before I get myself in trouble.”

“Smart choice.”

Cash took her into his arms, dancing in place with her. When he rubbed his cock against her bared belly, her hands slid around his waist, pressing back against him, her fingers holding onto his belt loops. He slowly became aware she was watching something behind him. Skillfully, he turned them as they danced to see what she was staring at.

Train had taken his shirt off and unbuttoned Jewell’s top; they were dancing skin to skin. Rider and Stori had deserted the dance floor, going for the couch. His hand was between the woman’s splayed thighs, finger-fucking her to the beat of the music.

“They aren’t shy, are they?”

“No.” He diverted her attention by sliding his hand under the bottom of her skirt. She wrenched his hand away, but not before he noticed something different.

“Are you wearing a thong?” His cock nearly burst his zipper at the thought.

Turning her around sharply, he said, “Come on; I have something cool to show you.” He went to a door and opened it. The short hallway seemed to last forever until he finally opened the door at the end. He ushered her inside the room, leaving the door open.

“What’s so cool about it? It’s just a bedroom.”

“I’ll show you later.” He pivoted on his heel, his hands going to her waist. Not wasting any time, he starting tugging down her skirt.

She wiggled her hips to help his progress and stepped out of the tiny skirt. Cash released an appreciative whistle at the sight before him. The tiny, black-leather panties were a brief patch over her pussy. He could see her fiery curls peeking out the side. The leather bra top was a perfect match for the thong.

“Tell Sex Piston I’ll give her cash for the outfit. She’s not getting it back,” he said hoarsely.

He stalked her as she teasingly backed away from him. When she would have fallen onto the leather couch at the end of the room, Cash caught her, spinning her around.

Not giving her time to react, he used his body to maneuver her to the end of the couch then pressed her over the arm, her ass tilted up to him.

“You’re lucky Shade keeps his toys locked up. I’m going tomorrow to buy a paddle. This ass of yours is the best I’ve ever seen.” His palm ran over her ripe bottom. The only thing wrong with it was it needed his palm print, which he was about to rectify.

His first smack on her bottom had her trying to rise up.

“Stay still.”

The second, she released a small squeak but didn’t move. By the fourth, she was moaning. He plunged a finger into her tight pussy to find her soaking wet.

“My little fox likes her ass whipped, doesn’t she?”

When she didn’t answer other than to lift her ass higher, he smacked her again, harder.

“Yes.” Her answer satisfied him.

Not wanting to disappoint her, he gave her three more while driving his finger deeper inside her. When he couldn’t take any more and her ass was a pretty pink, he removed his finger, unzipping his jeans.

He placed his cock at her opening, leaving the thong on. The sexy underwear nearly made him come before he could stroke himself inside her steaming pussy.

His hand went to her hair as the primitive feelings of conquering the woman underneath him had him losing control. His movements became rougher as he drove them toward a climax he tried to contain, but the sexy image of her in the heels and black leather undermined his control. Burying himself as deep as he could go in her pussy, he came when he felt her climax on his dick.

His hand smoothed over her dream catcher tat while using his hand in her hair to lift her limp body from the couch. A feeling of possessiveness came over him.

“Don’t think I’ll ever let you get away from me again. There isn’t an army or brother of yours who can accomplish that. I’ve let you have your space because I know you fell for me when you were a kid and I hurt you, but that’s over.” He held her still when she would have skittered away from him.

“Are you still in love with me?” Silence met his question, but Cash hadn’t expected anything less from h

is vixen. “That’s okay. You don’t have to admit a damn thing.”

His hands went to the zipper between her breasts, sliding it down until the cups fell away, revealing her breasts.

“Want to see what’s cool now?”

Cautiously, she nodded.

“Take your heels off.” Cash hated to see her take the shoes off, promising himself that he would fuck her in them again by morning.

When she removed the shoes, he helped her slide off the thong, tucking it into his jean pocket. He wasn’t taking a chance she would give them back. He planned to find out where Sex Piston had bought them and buy her every fucking color.

He shed his own clothes before going to the bathroom door where he motioned for her to come inside. The best part of the night was about to begin.

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