Cash: CAOS MC

by KB Winters

  Cash

  CAOS MC

  By KB Winters

  Copyright © 2017 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

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  Contents

  Cash

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

  Free Book!

  Acknowledgements

  About The Author

  Prologue

  Minx ~ Two months earlier

  I left Talon and Mick happily canoodling in front of all of Brently at their engagement party. Talon was the nicest woman I’d ever met, and no one deserved this happiness more than she did. She’d come to Brently months ago to claim the inheritance from a father she thought died years ago and found love with a really great guy. A stand-up guy who’d never hit a woman or mistreat her. Who would make sure her happiness and safety was his top priority.

  As happy as I was for her, I also felt a pang of longing for what she had. Not Mick, but the stability and love he represented. I wanted someone who’d look at me and see a beautiful woman who could be their forever. The problem was that my past made that difficult. I didn’t want someone to look at me and see a project to fix. A problem to correct. And for some reason the one man who got my juices flowing, also seemed to have a hero complex. I’d only met one real hero in my life, and his own crew took him down.

  Not that it mattered what kind of man I wanted or needed since all the guys in Brently and CAOS saw me as a little sister or a club mascot or some other condescending bullshit. All but one and he saw me as someone who needed to be saved. Fixed.

  “Got one of those for me?”

  I looked up from my cigarette into deep green eyes that always seemed to be smiling, kissable pink lips that urged a girl to forget his flaws. And my weakness, silky blond hair that hung just to his shoulders and usually, a leather strap kept it from covering up his gorgeous face. “You don’t smoke.” Because Cash “CJ” Johnson was a Boy Scout, a goody two-shoes who would never do something to ruin his All-American good looks or his G.I. Joe physique.

  “I don’t normally but I figured if I asked for one of your smokes you wouldn’t run away from me.” He leaned against the brick wall of Talon’s diner, Black Betty, smiling at me as though I was the answer to his prayers. I wasn’t the answer to anybody’s fucking prayers.

  “Can’t take a little rejection, Cash?” I didn’t know why I was always so bitchy to him, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

  He shrugged but that piercing green gaze never left mine. “I can take it, but I don’t think that’s what you’re doing. Is it?”

  I wanted to say yes. To say something so hurtful and cutting that he’d leave me the hell alone for the rest of forever. But I wasn’t a liar. “Why don’t you tell me since you seem to know so much.”

  “I can’t figure out if it’s me specifically who rubs you the wrong way or any man who shows interest in you.” His gaze trailed down my body heavily as if it was his hands, and I felt the telltale signs of desire lighting up all of my pleasure spots.

  Handsome bastard. “I don’t need to be fixed, Cash.”

  “I’m not trying to fix you, Minx. I think you’re perfect even when you’re prickly as hell.” His lush mouth curved in a lazy grin that sent heat scrambling around my body. “I just want to know you.”

  “Fuck me, you mean,” I jutted my hip to the side, full of sass, as my brow cocked into my hairline. That’s always what men wanted. Hell, I’d been taken from a park and turned out because men wanted it so bad they were willing to pay for it, to break the law to have it.

  He laughed and dammit the sound was deep and masculine, and it skated all over my body, making me want to purr. “I won’t lie and say fucking you isn’t on my list, but really I want to know more about you, Minx. Take you for dinner, maybe dancing or stargazing or some shit. Then we can get to all that. When you’re ready.”

  Why did he have to make it sound so good? So nice? It was the one thing about him that I couldn’t pretend to hate because it did it for me. In a big fucking way. “What if I said I’d go home with you tonight?”

  “I’m a man, baby, I’ll make you scream my name all night, and then I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. But I’d still ask you to go out with me, get to know me, before deciding you hate me.”

  “I don’t hate you.”

  “Good to know.” He bit back a smirk. “So, about that date. Tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up at seven.”

  I flicked away what was left of my cigarette and pushed off the wall. “How about tonight? Just tonight,” I clarified.

  “How about we start with tonight and see where it goes?”

  “No thanks. Not interested.” I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and turned me back to face him.

  “Yeah, I don’t believe that shit for one second.” Then his mouth crashed down onto mine, his tongue warm and soft and insistent against my lips, making it hard to breathe. Hard to remember that I should be pushing his presumptuous ass as far away as I could. Then his hands rested at my hips, and the sensation did something to me I couldn’t explain. When I gasped, his tongue swept between my lips and explored the depths of my mouth in a way I hadn’t thought possible. The kiss was electrifying. Hot as hell. It was downright fucking erotic.

  I was no fucking virgin, but I had never been kissed for real. Not by a man who wasn’t simply taking what he wanted because he’d paid some asshole for the pleasure. I knew that’s not what Cash was doing. He was just proving to me that I was a coward, which I already knew. Still, the kiss turned me on more than I wanted to admit, even to myself. My body was on fire, aching with need, and if he wanted me to, I’d probably drop down on my knees right now and let him do what he wanted. What they always wanted.

  Except Cash wasn’t like other men, and he pulled back. “Damn, Minx, I didn’t expect that,” he panted, eyes glazed over with lust and bewildered. “You let me know, Minx, tonight as a beginning?” He turned away and I felt a pang of sadness, maybe disappointment. But why?

  “Cash.”

  “Yeah?” He turned a blank expression on his face.

  “Tonight, and one date. I make no promises.”

  His mouth curled into a sexy boyish smile that made his dimples pop and his feet began to move. “I don’t need promises, Minx, just a chance.”

  I must be crazy.

  Chapter One

  Cash

  Sitting in a beat-up old pickup truck hours after the sun had already called it quits for the day, I was sweaty and tired. And ready to get some food and go home. I’d spent the
past eight hours in this fucking truck watching the border to make sure former CAOS members, Wagman and Rocky, kept their shit out of Brently. We couldn’t ban them outright, not yet anyway, but I knew the shit that went down at the clubhouse a few months back wasn’t over. Not yet.

  Rocky had served with Toro in Panama when the US government wanted Noriega gone, and I knew he had a hard-on for revenge. But what Toro had done, he fucking deserved to meet the Outlaw. I couldn’t blame Rocky, hell I respected him for it. But that didn’t mean I would step aside and let him fuck up my club or my town because him and his boys went against the grain. No fucking way.

  But there were no signs of those assholes today. I knew they were doing business with the cartels, transporting drugs, maybe weapons and girls, from Mexico and right through Brently. That’s the part I found unacceptable which was why I’d been out here most nights lately to keep an eye on things.

  But tonight’s shift was over, so I headed to Black Betty’s to refuel. Inside I smiled when my gaze landed on the chocolate-haired beauty who’s been taking up way too much of my mind space. Minx sat alone in a booth, eating and reading something on her tablet. Damn, she was just beautiful with thick brown hair and caramel highlights, big brown eyes that held a vulnerability she’d hate to know I could see, and her lush mouth seemed fixed in permanent sad face.

  She had the kind of body women paid good money for. Slim but with enough meat on her bones that a man knew she was a woman, not a little girl. Her tits were more than a handful which was perfect for me since I was a breast man. Long tan legs were always on display, and sexy ass cowgirl boots were all she wore. Our night together had been amazing. She’d been responsive as hell, and some days I got hard just thinking about it. But she still owed me a date, and I planned to cash in on it. If she thought avoiding me would make me forget, she didn’t know me very well. That was something else I was determined to change.

  “Long time no see,” I told her, sliding into the seat across from her without waiting for the invitation I knew she wouldn’t give.

  She looked up, deep brown eyes looking mildly annoyed, and shook her head. “Not true. I saw you two nights ago at the clubhouse.”

  Yeah, there was a party to welcome the new batch of prospects, and she’d been tapped to tend bar as usual. Only something had been different that night. She didn’t smile and act friendly with the guys, she kept everyone at a distance. Me included. She didn’t talk to anyone more than necessary, just made their drinks and moved on. “Not really what I meant. What’s up with you?”

  She shrugged. “Life. Work. Not much really. You?”

  I told her I’ve just been busy with club shit because that much was true. “How have you been?”

  “I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me turning into a crazy stalker.”

  I kind of wished she would, goddammit. Not a stalker, of course, but at least show a little more interest. Maybe pursue me a little. “I’m not worried about that,” I told her in a way that prompted a response.

  “Then what are you worried about, Cash?”

  “I’m worried that you’re not a woman of your word. I’ve given you two months to come to me, Minx, but you’ve been avoiding me.”

  “Hiya, Cash,” Nadine cooed, interrupting us. “What can I getcha?”

  Nadine was a little too desperate for my tastes, but she was nice enough so I treated her right. “How’s it going, Nadine? I’ll have the fried chicken meal with corn, potatoes, and salad.”

  “You eating here?” She looked between me and Minx, trying to figure out our relationship. Good luck, sweetheart, because I don’t even know.

  “Nah. Make it to go for me, would ya?”

  “You got it.” She winked and flounced away. I was sure if I looked she’d have a wicked swing to her hips, but my attention was squarely on Minx.

  “I’m not avoiding you. I have a life to live.”

  “And a date you’re trying to get out of.” I stood and seared her with a gaze. “If you’re backing out, say so. If not, I expect to hear from you soon about your availability.” I figured she’d had enough of my company and went to chat with Talon, looking massively pregnant behind the counter.

  ***

  Minx

  I watched Cash chat with Talon while the kitchen made his meal, and then he was gone. His long powerful strides took him further away from me, and I wanted to go after him. To call him back and apologize for my constant bitchery. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk letting him get too close to me after that mind-blowing night we had together. It had been too much. Too explosive, too right, and too overwhelming for me to do that again and keep my emotions out of it. And with my past, the last thing I could afford was to form an emotional attachment to someone who might be dead in six months.

  But dammit, I really, really wanted him again.

  The problem was…Cash. He was one of those guys who was just so good, he was almost unbelievable. He held doors open for women and old people, said thank you to his servers, smiled and offered a greeting to everyone he met. And in bed, he’d shown me just how good sex could really be, and that was dangerous. I’d had plenty of sex in my life, and I knew logically that not all sexual encounters were nonconsensual and vicious, but Cash was much more than that.

  So much more.

  He was tender and commanding, gentle and enthusiastic. He took his time, and made sure we both had a good time. He’d even prioritized my pleasure above his own, making sure I came at least twice before he would let himself go. That had been a welcome surprise. An intoxicating encounter that, even now, had me squeezing my thighs together and talking my body down from the edge.

  The edge of trouble and desire.

  I had to shake off thoughts of Cash and get back to my reading. I couldn’t be distracted by any man because I had a life to get back on track. After everything I’d been through, I refused to let another man be the cause of my stagnation. I needed to make plans to get away from CAOS, maybe even away from Brently. Though he saved me, things weren’t the same without Magnus’ smiling face. Sure, the guys at CAOS had been good to me, but it just wasn’t the same.

  Part of it was that I wasn’t the same. Magnus had made me get my GED which I insisted be done in secret, and with that, I enrolled in a few online courses at UC San Diego. I had no idea what I’d do with a degree, if I ever got one, but I knew I needed more practical business knowledge if I wanted to do more than sew and bartend.

  Yeah, things were looking up.

  I could believe that too—as long as I didn’t devote too much head space to a sexy biker who had me weak in the knees.

  Talon sat sideways in the booth because her belly was too big to sit in it properly. “What did you say to Cash? I think you might’ve hurt his feelings.”

  I scoffed, “Doubtful. I think he was just checking to make sure I didn’t turn stalker-bitch on him.” Why I lied to Talon, I didn’t know. She was the only person I’d willingly told about my past.

  “You mean the night he rocked your world and made you walk funny for a month?” Her lips twitched, and I wanted to reach over and tug on her pigtails. “Honey, I think he’s the one eager for a second night. And a third. A fourth. Fifth.”

  “Okay, I get it. Stop.” I had to shake my head at her because now that she was blissfully in love with a baby on the way, she saw stars and romance everywhere. “I’m on a mission. Cash did what I needed him to do and I had a great time, but I can’t get lost in a man right now. Or ever.”

  She frowned. “You don’t see me getting lost, do you? There are some women who can have a man beside them while they conquer the world, Minx, and you’re the biggest badass I know, so what’s this really about?”

  I sighed knowing I’d have to tell her at least some of the truth. “Maybe that’s true for some women, Talon, but mentally I’m basically a teenage girl in terms of experience. I can’t turn boy crazy while I’m trying to get my life squared away. Seek out a future for myself.”

 
; Like a real friend, she ignored most of what I said and focused on the important things. “Tell me about these goals,” she asked, her silver eyes sparkling with curiosity.

  I sucked in a long, fortifying breath and told her about school, preparing for laughter though I knew Talon wouldn’t laugh at me—or my goals. “Shhh. Keep it down,” I told her when she squealed “No one else knows, and I want to keep it that way.” I didn’t know why I was making such a big deal out of it, but it was my secret to keep, and that meant something to me. Little things.

  “My lips are sealed.” She promised and pushed off the booth to wrap me in another hug. “Even though you don’t need it, I want you to know I’m proud of you.”

  “Thanks, Talon.” She’d become the best friend I’d ever had just like her dad was the best man I’d ever met. She was my first real friend in my new life, my new adult life. Not that I didn’t love Charlie, Magnus’ old lady, but after the truth came out about his death, she didn’t come around as much and I couldn’t say I blamed her. But it served as a reminder that the people I needed always left.

  By force or by choice, they ended up gone.

  ***

  Few things in this life felt better than having a day off work. It was the perfect time to run daytime errands, to take my time and just enjoy life. Having an entire week off was troubling to me, though. I knew they needed to do a bunch of super-secret shit with the prospects and they didn’t want me around, but I was also pretty sure that once they had a full roster of guys again, I’d be out of a job. It was probably the push I needed to either make a go of my online clothing store or find something else to do. I definitely didn’t dream of spending my life serving drinks to a crowd of rough bikers, their ol’ ladies, and the pass arounds. No thank you.

  They were nice enough guys, but I knew firsthand just how poorly rough dudes and booze mixed. Most of them were pussycats when they didn’t need to be hellions, but there were a few—some gone and some not—I made sure never to be alone with. Though that probably had more to do with my own issues than them as men.