She gasped as she saw a small house. “Is that livable?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, a broad smile covering his face. “When I need to unwind or be by myself, I come out there. Lately it’s been more often than not.”
He reached into his jeans pocket and produced a set of keys, unlocking the front door.
“It’s not much,” he told her as they walked in. Not much bigger than a studio apartment, and the electric ran off a generator, but it was his.
“Who built it? This is pretty good work.” She admired the hardwood floors.
“Me and Tyler. It’s all leftover materials he had from when he remodeled his house and stuff that Liam had left over from when he added on to his. I just kind of made it work.” He shrugged.
She took in the setup. There was a very small kitchenette with a one-burner stovetop and a dorm fridge; and the rest of the living area contained a recliner, bed, and a TV along with a DVD player. She could see a super-small bathroom to the right and waited as he turned on the generator.
“Give it a few minutes and it’ll be cool in here. The air runs off the generator. That’s the good thing about it being so small, it doesn’t take much to cool or heat.”
Harper nodded, turning around in a circle. This was the most surprised she’d been in a long time. Out of all the places he could have taken her, she’d never thought of anything like this. It made her wonder how many other girls he’d brought out here, but she didn’t want to ask.
“You wanted to get away from it all, right?” He put his arms out to the side. “Nobody knows about this place, except for the guys in the MC, and now you.”
She didn’t want to look too closely into that; he was probably just trying to make her feel better, especially since he more than likely realized she was having a shitty day. “I did want to get away from it all.” She walked closer to him. “But I wanted to get away from it all to have some alone time with you.”
Cash swallowed roughly. The look in her eyes was predatory. He hadn’t seen this look from her yet, and he wondered where this was going to take them. He followed her movements as she walked towards him. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Harper shrugged. “A lot of shit, but you know what? I don’t want to think about any of it anymore.”
“Then what is it you want to think about?” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. Immediately, the sexual chemistry flowing between the two of them was off-the-charts amazing.
“Absolutely nothing other than pleasure.” She reached down to the hem of her T-shirt and slipped it over her head, standing in front of him in nothing but a lacy bra. For the first time, he saw the ring that shone at her belly button.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for her to come to him. She’d obviously had something traumatic happen to her today, and he didn’t want to be accused of taking advantage. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
*
Harper’s head was fighting with the feelings coursing through her body. She hadn’t been lying when she said she wanted to feel pleasure. It was a much better feeling than helplessness and anger. If Cash Montgomery could help her feel that, then so be it. Reaching for the button of her shorts at her waist, she quickly flicked it and then shimmied them down her hips, kicking off her flip flops as they went. Once she stood in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties, she looked pointedly at him and gave him a saucy smile.
“What are you waiting on?”
Cash smiled right back at her. “You. If you want this, you’ve gotta come take it. You’ve obviously had a day. You want to use me? Go for it, baby, but you gotta take it.”
“That’s the way you want to play this?” she questioned, tilting her head and letting her blonde hair fall to the side.
“It’s the only way to play this. You need this, and I’m willing to give you what you need, but be woman enough to take it.”
Harper weighed the situation in her head. She’d always wanted to be the aggressor when it came to sexual situations, but the few guys she’d been with had never allowed it. This one was telling her to take what she needed and damn the consequences. It didn’t take long for her to decide that was exactly what she wanted to do. Like most girls, she wore a hair elastic around her wrist. Smirking at him, she pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and secured it with the elastic.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll know in a few seconds,” she promised.
Walking over to the bed, she grabbed one of the pillows and threw it down at his feet before she dropped to her knees right in front of him. “Think you got it now?”
She pushed the shirt up that covered his mid-section and worked his belt through the buckle before unsnapping and unzipping his jeans. With sure fingers, she grabbed the waistband and pulled both the jeans and underwear down, glancing up at him as his hard length pointed towards her.
“I think I got it.” He breathed heavily as her mouth engulfed him. “Son of a bitch.” He groaned, cupping the sides of her head and digging his fingers into her hair. This was not at all how he had expected this to go.
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Chapter Ten
Harper took control of the situation with an abandon that surprised her. Normally in situations like this, she leaned back, let the guy take control, and she went with the flow. Not today. Today she needed to feel that she had some sort of say over her destiny, over what would happen to her. There had been so much in her life she hadn’t been able to control, but this situation she could. She could give him what he wanted and take what she wanted. That power was heady, and she reveled in it.
Using her tongue, she licked along the underside of his length, coming back around to the head and circling it before closing her lips around him again, sucking hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she moved her hands around his hips to the cheeks of his ass and grabbed on for dear life. She moaned as he thrust into her, relaxing the back of her throat, allowing him to push further in.
*
Cash felt as if his body was on fire. He’d had many women go down on him; it was their favorite thing to do at the Trail. They’d pull him behind whatever building they could, drop to their knees, and wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am it in less than five minutes. Sometimes it was good, sometimes he had to dial in his reactions. This, however, what Harper was doing to him, was fucking amazing. He had never been on the edge of insanity so fast.
Reaching down, he pushed the lace cup of her bra down over one breast, grasping the nipple between his index and middle fingers, pulling hard. She answered by sucking harder on his cock. Oh, hell yes. He’d had her pegged all wrong.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Loosen your jaw and let me go.” He used his other hand to cup her jaw, supporting it.
When she relaxed, he thrust into her again, grasping her breast harder in his hand. She responded by again sucking harder on him.
His head fell back against the wall, and he allowed himself a few moments to bask in the feelings this girl, who kneeled before him on her knees, evoked in his body. Sweat gathered at the small of his back, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. When he felt himself go almost too far, he pushed off the wall, grabbed her around the arms, and picked her up, carrying her to the bed.
“My turn.” He smirked, pushing his pants all the way off his legs before he pushed her down so that her back made contact with the mattress.
*
Harper lay back against the blanket that covered the bed and waited. She had thought when he pushed her here he would devour her. He seemed like a pretty intense guy, but now she wasn’t so sure. She shook as his eyes raked her body, stopping where he’d taken one breast out of her bra. That bit of flesh seemed to catch his attention, and he licked his lips before he layered himself over her and bent his head to capture it between his lips.
None of her previous experiences had held much foreplay, and it usually took her imagination to get her there, but with Cash, she realized this was definitely go
ing to be a much different ball game. She didn’t know where to put her hands as he sucked on the turgid flesh. Harper needed to grasp something, needed to touch something, but she didn’t know what to do with her hands. Her chest heaved as he swirled his tongue and then used his teeth to worry the bud. She felt moisture gather between her thighs, and she tried to close them to get some relief from the ache there, but his body kept her from doing so.
“Cash.” She sighed, pushing her head back against the bed, exposing her neck and arching her chest further into his mouth.
Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Digging her fingers into his hair, she grasped tightly, pulling him closer to her. Her legs kicked against his, her breath catching when he grasped her thighs with his hands, holding them apart. “Please,” she begged him. She wanted to feel something other than the loneliness that always encompassed her heart when her dad was mentioned. She needed to feel something else. She flat out just needed to feel.
“Make me feel,” she begged.
*
Those weren’t the words he expected from this all-American looking girl, but if that was what she wanted and needed, he would be glad to oblige.
“Take them off,” he told her as he slipped a finger into the string of her underwear.
He levered himself off the bed and went in search of his wallet. Once he found it, he took out the foil-wrapped rectangle and opened it with his teeth, placing the latex over himself. His eyes never left her body as she wiggled out of her underwear and disposed of the lace covering her chest. She sat up and stared—he could see that she took in everything, and that turned him on even more than he already was.
Walking back over to her, he stopped when his knees hit the bed. “What do you want?” he asked, burying his hands in her hair, tilting her head back so he could see her face.
She licked her lips and ran her hands up his abs, stopping at his pecs and twisting the piercings he had there in both nipples.
His cocked jumped in response, and she moaned. When she didn’t answer, he gripped the blonde hair harder between his fingers. “What do you want?”
“You,” she whispered, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. “You to fuck me, you to take it all away.”
He had no idea what he was taking away, but he did know he could fuck her. He knew he could fuck her as often and as long as she wanted. “As you wish.”
*
Harper gasped when he pushed her back, curled his forearms under her thighs, grasped her ass in his hands, and shoved himself home. There was no finesse with him, there was no making sure she was ready, and that was okay with her, because, boy, was she ever ready. Her fingers curled around the piercings in his nipples, pulling them, hoping he felt the same pull against her body as she did against his.
“You’re tight,” he gasped. “And warm—fuck.” He breathed out as he slammed in and pulled out of her body.
He was hard and hot against her. The pressure she felt against her womb was almost uncomfortable, but it increased her excitement ten-fold. Her abs screamed as she continued to keep herself half-lying on the bed, until finally she had to give out and lie back. When she did, she grasped his waist, pulling him with her.
“Cash, oh my God, Cash.” She moaned when he hooked her thighs around his waist and sunk his fingers into her hair again, pulling tightly against the strands on the top of her head. Automatically she exposed her neck to him, thrusting against his body as he licked and sucked at her pulse point there.
“I know, baby, I know,” he told her.
She wasn’t moved by the endearment; he’d probably called every girl he’d ever been with baby because it was easier to remember than their real names. Surprisingly, she didn’t care. He thrust deeper into her body, a growl escaping his throat when she raked her nails along his back.
“Are you close?” he breathed heavily into her ear.
“Mmm hmm.” She nodded against his shoulder.
“What will get you there?” He wanted to make sure he didn’t leave her wanting. If he was anything other than a good racer, it was a good lover. Everything else was up for grabs, but he never left a woman unsatisfied unless she wanted to be.
Harper didn’t tell him, she showed him, and damn, was that sexy as hell. He felt her hand in between their bodies. As she rubbed herself, she rubbed him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He was gritting his teeth, trying to hold off, when her body tensed and a startled cry left her mouth.
He knew that was it and allowed himself to let go, collapsing against her chest, burying his head in her neck.
*
Long minutes later, after he blinked the sweat out of his eyes, rolled over so that he could catch his breath, and stretched his legs out, he turned to her. “You seemed so surprised. Was that the first time for you?” he asked quietly.
She grinned, burying her head in the pillow. “Yeah, let’s just say I’ve become very good at faking when I’m with other people.”
A piece of his pride exploded with excitement. “Trust me, Harper, now that I know what you sound like, what you feel like, you’re never going to fake with me—ever.”
Instinctively, she knew that was a promise he’d never break.
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Chapter Eleven
It was raining as he drove her to her car, and Harper realized that the weather fit her mood. While she’d had a good time with Cash, and he’d helped her forget all the bullshit running through her head, she realized he hadn’t changed it. The same problems were still going to be there when she went home and faced her aunt Cara.
“You’re quiet,” he observed as he pulled onto Louisville road, taking them back to Walker’s Wheels.
“I had a very good time with you today.” She said the words carefully, not wanting to give anything away. Getting too close to him wouldn’t do either of them any good.
He looked at her as she smiled over at him, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “But what?”
“It didn’t change anything. I still have the same drama when I get home. It was a nice distraction for a while, but that’s all it was.”
“Ouch, girl.” Cash laughed, grasping his heart.
Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my God, I didn’t really mean it like that.” She shook her head.
“No, I get it.” Cash nodded. “It gives you that physical release that sometimes relieves tension, but your bullshit follows you no matter what.”
She bit her lip, questions rolling around in her head. Harper wasn’t sure whether she really wanted to ask the things that popped into her head.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She folded her arms over her stomach.
He sighed. “I don’t play games, baby doll. I can see some shit on your face, so you might as well go ahead and tell me whatever the fuck it is you want to know.”
Him saying those endearments threw her off. She tended to think this wasn’t his usual MO with women, but then again, she hadn’t known him personally a few days before. She’d only known what she’d heard of him. They were never going to be friends if she didn’t ask the questions she wanted answers to. “Is that why you slept with all of them?”
“All of who?” He wasn’t sure he was following along.
“The women. Ya know, the ones who chase you around. Is that why you’ve slept with all of them? Because they give you that physical release so that you don’t have to think, you don’t have to worry about what life is really like because you can forget it in those moments.”
This girl saw way too much of who he really was. She saw what he tried so hard to hide, and that made him uncomfortable. He thought maybe it was because she was the same type of person as him. Then again, he didn’t know her well enough to make assumptions, and to be honest, he didn’t want to get close enough to her to make any kind of assumption. Keeping people at arm’s length was how he survived. Another part of him needed to be honest with someone, even if it meant sounding like an ass to keep a little
bit of integrity.
“Yeah.” He swallowed roughly. “They don’t mean anything. They are a means to an end. I want one thing, and that’s to feel pleasure for however long it takes me to come, and that’s it. I can’t bring myself to care about anyone, because I’ve found that when you care, it hurts.”
Harper blinked rapidly against the emotion in her eyes; not because what he said had hurt her feelings, but because what he said had hit too close to home. Reaching over the console, she grabbed his hand with her own. “You aren’t alone.”
*
“Where in the hell have you been?” Cara yelled at her niece as Harper walked through the door of their apartment an hour later. “I’ve called your cell phone all day; I’ve worried Nat to death. Hell, I’ve worried myself silly wondering what could have happened to you.”
Harper shrugged. “I had to get away, and that’s really all you need to know.”
Cara sighed. “We’ve never had a bad relationship before, Harper. Don’t start it now. I’ve never lied to you, and you’ve never lied to me.”
“You should have told me you were going to see Dad.” She folded her arms over her chest, jutting her chin out in defiance.
“And told you what? That I didn’t know what he really wanted to talk to me about and get you upset before I even knew what was going on? I didn’t want to put you through that kiddo. You’ve been through enough in your life.”
Therein lay the problem. “I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m telling you, if you bring him into our home, I’m leaving.” It was no-nonsense, the way she threw down the gauntlet. This man had no idea the scars he’d left her with. She did her best to hide them in her everyday life, and now he expected to be able to step right back into her life? Fuck that. She wouldn’t stand for it.
“Harper, he’s my brother.”
“He’s my father.” She stumbled over the word. “And I will never be able to trust him again.”
“But he’s family,” Cara argued.
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