Cash's Fight

by Jamie Begley

  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.

  * * *

  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.”