Cash's Fight

by Jamie Begley

  When the door opened a few moments later, she knew Cash had witnessed her moment of voyeurism from his smug grin.

  “Don’t you dare say a single word, or I’ll go home,” she threatened.

  “My lips are sealed,” he assured her with a wicked glint.

  He took off his clothes, staring deeply into her eyes, and Rachel licked her bottom lip as his jeans fell to the floor.

  Cash unashamedly walked naked to stand in front of her. “Lose the clothes.”

  Rachel swiftly did as she was asked. As soon as she had shed her panties, Cash’s hand was between her thighs.

  “Get a little excited watching Train and Rider give it to Bliss?”

  “I warned you!” Rachel’s anger burst out. She bent over to pick up her clothes, only to feel herself lifted and tossed onto the bed.

  “You little vixen, you can run back home when I’m done fucking your pussy.”

  Rachel started to climb off the bed then realized, looking at his sexy body, that she would be denying herself as much as Cash.

  When Cash reached out, taking a nipple between his fingers, the tugging sensation on her breast brought a rush of wetness between her thighs.

  “Come here.”

  Rachel moved to the end of the bed on her knees.

  “Open your mouth.” His hard voice, filled with lust, had her opening her mouth to let his cock slide inside, her tongue licking the drop of liquid off the tip.

  Cash’s hiss had her opening her mouth wider. She had expected Cash to slide his cock inside gently, but his thrust nearly had her gagging, trying to catch her breath.

  “Come on, show me you can take me,” he taunted her.

  Rachel rose to the challenge, scooting closer as his hand buried in her hair, holding her in place as he began to fuck her mouth. Her hands gripped his thighs as she made herself relax. As soon as she did, an unbelievable pleasure took control, and she began to use her tongue and tightened her mouth on his cock.

  “You’re going to learn to take every inch of my cock.”

  Rachel nodded against him, letting him have all the control he needed, while her hands went to his balls, squeezing them gently, discovering every inch of his body.

  “Damn, woman, I’m not going to last.” He jerked his cock out of her mouth and then lifted her from the bed. “Put your legs around my waist.”

  Obediently, Rachel twined her legs around him. Cash slammed her down on his cock, burying himself in her pussy.

  “You’re going to come with me, vixen.”

  Rachel lifted her hips up and down, trying to take his cock deeper within her. She lost all her senses, scratching and clawing at him as she tried to come. Her cries of need were wrenched from her chest.

  “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” His mouth went to the tip of her breast, biting down in a sharp burst of pleasure that had her burying her face in his neck.

  Cash gripped her ass hard as he came, holding her until they both managed to move. He then gently laid her down on the bed, tugging the covers over both of them. His mouth traced the tattoo on the back of her shoulder, his hand on her belly, pressing her back against him.

  “Cash…” she began.

  “Don’t worry; you can’t get pregnant standing up.”

  Rachel rolled her eyes. Just how stupid did he think she was? She was going to put a stop to this herself. She would call her gynecologist in the morning and make an appointment. Starting tomorrow, she was going to lay down the law—until she was on birth control, his cock wasn’t coming near her again.

  His hand on her stomach slid between her thighs. Then she felt his cock hardening against her ass. Damn, she thought, already regretting her vow of chastity.

  She looked at the bedside clock and saw it wasn’t midnight yet.

  “Cash, you want to take a shower?”

  Chapter 34

  Cash woke to an empty bed again.

  “Dammit.” Frustrated, he climbed out of bed to get dressed. He’d had enough of this shit.

  Storming from his bedroom, he headed downstairs and went outside to his bike. He ignored Rider’s greeting as he drove out of the parking lot, angry at how she had managed to get away from him while he was sleeping. It took him less than five minutes to get to his grandmother’s house, where he went inside and headed for Rachel’s bedroom.

  “Where you going?”

  Her voice stopped him in his tracks.

  “Woman, what do I have to do to keep you from sneaking out of my bed?”

  “I have to get to work, Cash. I didn’t want to wake you.”

  Cash crossed his arms over his chest. “Next time, wake me.”

  “I think you’re being a little ridiculous.”

  “When people care about each other, they wake up next to each other. They say good morning, give morning-breath kisses. Shit like that. They do not leave without saying goodbye. Ever.”

  “Oookaayy. Next time, I’ll wake you before I leave. Satisfied?”

  “Yes,” Cash conceded.

  She wasn’t saying she would spend the night with him, merely that she would tell him she was leaving. He could tell from the defiant expression in her eyes that it was all he was going to get.

  Hopefully, he had made his point. If not, then his hand on her ass would make it for him if she pulled that shit again.

  “I have to go.” She took a step forward, placing her hands on his chest, and raised on her toes to reach his mouth. “Bye.” She gave him a brief kiss before starting to move away; however, his hand went to her hair, holding her in place.

  “Like this.” His mouth covered her parted lips, thrusting his tongue inside and claiming her mouth as his territory before releasing her. He reached out to steady her before giving her a soft push toward the door.

  “You don’t want to be late,” he said, mimicking her words.

  “I’ll see you later. Mag gets out of the hospital today,” she reminded him.

  “I’ll pick her up and bring her home. I’ll even fix dinner.” Her shock had him laughing. “Even I can get a bucket of chicken on the way home.”

  “All right.”

  Cash stood on the porch, watching until she pulled out of the lot. His phone ringing had him reaching into his pocket.

  “Cash.” Viper’s voice over the phone sent warning signals off. “We have a big problem.”

  * * *

  Cash heard a muffled reply when he knocked on the door. Opening it, he followed behind Viper.

  Drake Hall was sitting behind the desk of his realty company with an ice pack to his badly bruised face. “You could have warned me they would get violent when I refused to sell them the property.”

  “We didn’t know. They’ve shown no overt physical violence to draw attention to themselves,” Viper justified his lack of foresight.

  “Well, they sure as shit weren’t trying to be inconspicuous when four of them ganged up on me,” Drake replied sarcastically.

  “When the coach refused to sell to them in Jamestown, they didn’t get violent,” Cash spoke up for his president.

  “They got pretty pissed at me when I told them no. Next time I do your club a favor, I’ll pack my Glock.” Drake laid down the ice pack, showing his busted lip and two black eyes. His bloody nose didn’t look much better.

  “We owe you one,” Viper conceded.

  Drake leaned back in his chair with a self-satisfied smile. “I’m counting on it.”

  Viper shot him a dark look. “I’ll place a couple of the brothers on you for protection.”

  “Don’t bother.” Drake opened his desk drawer and pulled out a gun, placing it on his desk. “That’s all the protection I need. The next time they come near me, I’ll blow their fucking brains out and ask questions later. They threatened Jace if I told anyone. They shouldn’t have threatened my son.”

  “Give us a call. Don’t try to take them on by yourself.”

  “I won’t have to. You’ll hear the police sirens when they do,” Drak
e promised ruthlessly.

  Cash and Viper left Drake, still vowing to whip Scorpion’s ass.

  They walked to their bikes before talking.

  “They didn’t touch the coach but beat the hell out of Drake.” Viper got on his bike, looking at Cash as he got on his. He paused before starting the motor.

  “They’re getting ready to make their move,” Cash acknowledged what Viper was thinking. Hell was getting ready to break loose, either in Jamestown or Treepoint.

  “Send for the brothers in Ohio. Tell them to haul ass. Let Stud know the shit is getting ready to hit the fan,” Viper gave his orders.

  Cash listened, taking mental notes. “I’ll tell everyone to be on alert. They’ll be ready to move.”

  “Everyone but Shade; I want him with the women.” Viper started his motor.

  Cash started his, also, taking his place beside Viper as they headed home.

  * * *

  “We going to the clubhouse tonight?” Cash asked, getting ready to go out the door Friday morning.

  Rachel hesitated cleaning the breakfast plates in the sink. They had spent the last three nights at his grandmother’s house. He had deliberately waited to ask her about tonight, as if it was an afterthought. He was leaving the decision to her.

  “I’ll meet you there at nine. There’s something I need to take care of first.” Rachel looked at him over her shoulder, seeing her answer had pleased him.

  “See you then.”

  “Cash?”

  Her voice stopped him. “Yeah?”

  “Bye.”

  He walked back to her, bending down to give her a gentle kiss that was unlike any he had given her before. “Bye, vixen.”

  With a wink, he was gone.

  When Rachel sighed, Mag’s laughter startled her.

  “Girl, you got it bad.”

  “No, I don’t.” Rachel began to deny the truth, but Mag was already shaking her head.

  “I’ve already been where you are. Keep the fight up until you have him exactly where you want him.”

  “And exactly where is that?”

  “With your foot right on his balls.”

  * * *

  Rachel sat in the parking lot, staring at the glass window and the customers inside. She wanted to change her mind. She’d almost started her car twice to drive back out of the lot.

  “You going to sit there all day, or get your ass out of the car?” Killyama asked, coming to her car window. Rachel had been concentrating on Sex Piston’s beauty shop for so long she hadn’t noticed Killyama parking behind her.

  “Yes.” Rachel cleared her throat. “Yes, I am.” This time, she sounded more decisive as she got out of her car and went in the shop with Killyama on her heels.

  “I was wondering how long you were going to sit out there.” Sex Piston came out from behind the counter.

  She motioned her to one of the chairs, putting a cape around her. Sex Piston had red hair like Rachel, but hers had more gold. She was wearing a black jumpsuit with a chunky gold belt wrapped around her waist.

  She picked up her scissors. “So, you want me to take off a couple of inches?” She held the scissors poised.

  “I want it all off,” Rachel told her.

  “Are you sure?” Sex Piston asked her doubtfully. “Are you going to cry and threaten to sue me if I do?”

  “No.” Rachel looked Sex Piston directly in the eyes. “When you get done with me, I want to look and feel sexy.”

  “You think my haircuts are that good?”

  “I think you’re that good,” Rachel agreed.

  “You’re right about that.” Sex Piston pulled Rachel’s hair back into a large pony tail then lifted the end into the air. “You sure?”

  “I’m sure.” Her voice didn’t waver.

  Sex Piston clipped the pony tail off. Rachel wasn’t even tempted to cry when Sex Piston laid it on the counter.

  “I brought an envelope to mail it to Locks for Love.”

  “I’ll take care of it.” She turned the chair around. “Let’s wash your hair and put some style in what you have left.”

  Rachel let Sex Piston do her magic. The woman took Rachel’s request as a challenge, cutting and snipping her hair after she’d washed it then blown it out. The whole time, Killyama sat watching from a nearby chair. Crazy Bitch waited on three other customers while Sex Piston took her time.

  “Beth told me you’re seeing Cash.”

  “Yes.”

  Sex Piston used the curling iron after she blew it out, going layer by layer.

  “Any reason you’re wanting to look sexy on a Friday night?” Killyama asked, lowering her magazine.

  Rachel didn’t say anything.

  “She learns fast, doesn’t she?” Killyama got up from her chair. “You’re going to need more than a sexy haircut to show up those women.”

  “I don’t want to show them up. I just don’t want to look like a country bumpkin anymore. The first party I went to, I wore a cream dress and a shrug.”

  Both women looked at her in pity.

  “I don’t know why normal women want to tear themselves up over those assholes,” Killyama snapped.

  “You’re just still mad at Train because he didn’t come back for seconds,” Sex Piston stated matter-of-factly.

  “I wouldn’t touch that fucker again if he begged me,” Killyama snorted.

  “He hasn’t, and he won’t, so get over it,” Sex Piston advised.

  “What are you going to wear tonight?” Killyama asked, changing the subject.

  “I haven’t decided. I thought—”

  “I’ll hook you up. You’re my last customer, so when we’re done, we can go to my house. You can borrow an outfit of mine. Just make sure you give it back,” Sex Piston told her. “Beth tells me that they like to steal the clothes off your back there.”

  “In more than one way,” Killyama said snidely.

  “What’s your fucking problem?” Sex Piston turned in place on her impossibly high heels.

  “I ain’t got no problem.” She sank back down on her chair, picking the magazine up again.

  “Good, then shut the hell up. The girl wants to look good for her man tonight. Leave her be.”

  Rachel studied Killyama’s aggravated expression. Did she have a thing for one of the men? Sex Piston had mentioned Train, but she had seen her nearly run him over with her car after Lily’s wedding ceremony. Was she another woman who Cash had been with?

  Rachel stared at herself in the mirror. Even in Jamestown, she was faced with Cash’s possible exploits.

  Chapter 35

  Cash was sitting at the bar with Nickel when Nickel quit talking, staring toward the doorway. His brother always staked the door out to catch any fresh pussy walking through for the first time.

  “Is that Rachel?” Nickel elbowed him, almost knocking him off his stool.

  Cash turned to have a look and nearly spilt his drink. “What the fuck!”

  Rachel’s hair had been cut short, brushing her jawline. The thick mass was tousled, as if she had just been fucked. His little vixen was wearing a short, bouncy, black skirt that barely reached the top of her thighs. His eyes slid down her slim legs, staring at the heels on her feet. Cash’s cock thickened behind his jeans. Her top was the piece that he had every intention of playing with as soon as possible. Top? Hell, it was more of a black bra that cupped her tits with a small, thick silver zipper holding the two cups together.

  Cash stood up from his stool, unable to take his eyes off her transformation.

  “Brother, you sharing tonight?” Nickel’s thick voice had him aware he wasn’t the only one appreciating how Rachel looked.

  “Nickel, touch her and die.”

  “Just asking.” He put his hands up in surrender. “If you change your mind, just yell.”

  Cash didn’t waste any more time talking; too many of the brothers from Ohio were heading in his woman’s direction. He strode across the room and an unsure smile met him as he neared her.<
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  His eyes narrowed on her shaking hand as she brushed her hair back. Biting back his first choice of words, he reached out, taking her hand and jerking her to him.

  “Cash!”

  “Woman, you look fine.”

  She rewarded him by melting against him.

  “Dance with me.”

  “Okay.”

  Cash led her to the dance floor, pulling her tightly to him. He carefully thought out what he wanted to say, determined not to screw up.

  “Why the haircut?”

  Her smile dimmed. “Do you like it? I wanted a change.”

  Cash’s hand went to her ass, pressing her to his hips. “Feel that? Does that tell you how much I like it? As long as you have enough for me to hold onto when I fuck you, I don’t care how long it is.”

  Her eyes darted to the people dancing around them. “Who are these men?”

  “The brothers from Ohio came for a visit.” Cash didn’t see the need to explain why they were visiting. “If a couple of them don’t move their eyes away, some of them are going to be heading back tonight,” snarled Cash as he stared at Boulder, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Rachel’s ass since she had come in the door.

  “Where did you get the outfit?” He planned to take her shopping for more.

  “I borrowed it from Sex Piston.”

  “Ask her where she bought it.”

  As a laugh escaped her, his hand clenched on her ass.

  “I have a question. Why the change? I don’t want you to change yourself for me.”

  “I didn’t change anything for you! I’ve always wanted to look this way but never had the courage. I don’t want to dress like this all the time, but it’s fun to know I can look good when I want to.”

  “Vixen,” he lowered his mouth to her ear, “you look more than good. Try sexy as hell.”