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“Go away, Cash. Please, just go away.”

Cash remained still. “I can’t, Rachel.” Slowly, despite the dog’s growl, he moved toward her, kneeling down in front of her then brushing her damp hair away from her cheek.

“I’m sorry that I’m an ass. I thought it would be easier for you to deal with if you saw it like it was.”

“Ripping a band-aid off?” she asked sarcastically.

Cash winced. “Yeah. I’m not going to lie and pretend I don’t like the life I lead, or that I live it because I’m fucked-up. I’m not. I like to fuck, and I like to fuck a lot. I like sex, the raunchier the better. I could have hidden it from you, pretended that part of my life never happened, but the truth would have eventually come out.”

Rachel buried her face back in the dog’s fur.

His hand slid to the back of her neck, lifting her face to his. “I haven’t fucked another woman since you saw me with Bliss.”

Her suspicious gaze didn’t shy away from his.

“It’s the truth. I haven’t really wanted anyone since I was with you at your house. I wasn’t ready to accept that you got under my skin, though. I like to say that your brothers are slow. The truth is, I was slow in admitting that it was more than just sex with you, Rachel. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you. I didn’t care if you wore a trench coat tonight, only that you were there, with me.”

“Go back.” She moved away from his touch. “I couldn’t ever do the things I saw there tonight. I wouldn’t want to.”

“I didn’t show you so that you would participate; I showed you because I didn’t want any secrets between us. I like the Friday parties, but if you don’t want to go, that’s cool.” Cash tried to make her see she had all the choices.

She raised her face from the neck of her dog. “Do Lily and Beth and the others?”

He wanted to respect their privacy, but he needed to tell Rachel the truth. “Yes. They found the part that they enjoy and leave the part they don’t alone. Tell the truth, Rachel. Be honest to both of us. Did you find the whole thing upsetting? There wasn’t one thing you found arousing?”

“No.”

Cash took hope that she sounded unsure. It was her first experience with their lifestyle. None of his brothers’ wives had taken it any better when they had found out.

“That’s okay,” he assured her, moving closer to her side and placing his arm around her shoulders. She still clung to her dog, but she sank against him, letting him hold her. He sat holding her quietly, letting her absorb everything she had learned.

“I don’t know,” her voice was quiet in the darkness, “if I can get over the fact you’ve had sex with all my friends.”

“I haven’t had sex with any of your friends,” he denied. “Cheryl isn’t your friend. I haven’t fucked Lily, Beth, Diamond, or Winter.”

“Willa?” He caught a faint trace of amusement in her voice.

“Nope.”

“Melody Ward?”

“Who?”

“My best friend in high school.”

“Her, I fucked, but she doesn’t count,” Cash stated, refusing to let her pull away.

“Why in the hell doesn’t she count? She was my best friend!”

“Because I didn’t know I was going to be courting with you then! I’ve fucked around, okay?” Cash said, frustrated, raking his hands through his long hair. “If I knew I was going to be with you, then I could have done things differently, but back then, she was just another girl.”

“You don’t remember her?”

“No!”

She looked at him suspiciously. “Does it count if you don’t remember them?”

Cash thought she was talking to herself and kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t touching that question with a ten-foot pole.

She must have answered it for herself because she laid her head on his shoulder. While the dog gave him an unhappy look, he brushed his mouth over her still-damp cheeks, smiling to himself. They sat there quietly in the dark, holding hands with the dog lying beside them.

After a while, a shadow moved from behind a tree not too far from them, heading toward Rachel’s home. Cash recognized Tate as he left them in the darkness. He wondered how long he had been listening and why he hadn’t tried to keep him from Rachel when it had been plainly obvious she had been running from him.

“How are we going to get back?” Rachel asked sleepily.

Cash pulled out his cell phone. “Rider, sorry to interrupt, but could you pick us up at the bottom of the Porters’ driveway?” He hung up when Rider said he would be there in ten minutes.

Stiffly getting to his feet, he helped Rachel up.

“Go home, Sampson. Go!” The dog trotted off toward the Porters’ home.

“Whose dog is it?” Cash asked.

Rachel sighed. “It’s technically Tate’s dog.”

Cash hid his relief. He didn’t dislike dogs; he just thought they should be dog-size, not horse-size.

Rider was waiting for them at the bottom of the driveway.

“Where to?” Rider asked.

Cash let Rachel decide. “The clubhouse.”

As Rider pulled out, driving back to the clubhouse, Cash squeezed Rachel’s hand in his. He had been afraid she would want to go back to Mag’s. He’d wanted her to make the decision to spend the night with him and was relieved when she did.

When they arrived back at the clubhouse, Cash pulled her upstairs to his room before she could become upset again. Closing the door behind them, he started tugging off her clothes.

“Cash, slow down.”

He didn’t slow down; instead, he tore off his clothes before pushing her down on the bed. Wedging himself between her thighs, he took her pussy in one hard stroke.

“Cash!”

Now that he was in her, he slowed down, lowering his mouth to give her his. She stared up at him with heat and a trace of uncertainty. It was the indecision he planned to fuck out of her. By morning, she wouldn’t be able to sneak out of his bed because she was going to be too tired.

“Are you always going to run off when you get mad?” Cash brushed his mouth against one of her nipples.

“Probably. I hate fighting.”

Cash laughed so hard Rachel hit his chest.

“What’s so funny?”

“You don’t know yourself at all, do you?”

“Better than you do,” she smarted off. “If you don’t shut up, I’m not staying.” She rolled over in a huff.

She was here, but she wasn’t. Rachel was still keeping a part of herself away from him, and it was pissing him off. He rolled her back over to face him. Her hands clutched his shoulders as he lifted her hips so his cock was notched at the opening of her tight pussy.

Taking her hands in one of his, he pulled them over her head, stretching her taut underneath him, under his control.

His mouth moved to her ear. “You want my cock?”

“Yes…” she moaned.

“Where do you want it?”

Rachel moaned arching her hips, but Cash kept himself from sliding in her moist warmth.

“Where do you want it?” He gritted his teeth, expertly rubbing her clit.

“Inside me.”

“Say it. Say, Cash, I want your cock in my pussy.” His fingers left her clit, going to her nipple and wiping her juices on the tight bud before lowering his mouth to taste her.

He felt her become wetter against his cock at his crude words. His little vixen was going to learn hard and fast that she was his woman, and the days of her walking away from him were over.

“I want your cock in my pussy.”

Cash let the head of his cock slid inside of her before stopping.

His tongue licked her lips. “This is going to be rough this time. I’m going to give it to you the way I like to take it.”

“Oh…”

Cash pounded his cock inside of her until he was balls deep. He had always consciously gone easy on her, aware of her tenderness and

newness at being in an intimate relationship; however, the only way he was going to tame his vixen was to give her something she wasn’t going to forget when she sneaked out of his bed despite his best attempts to keep her there. Every time she would move, the aching awareness between her thighs would bring him to her mind. He was going to become her addiction, as she had become his.

He fucked her harder, sucking her nipple harder to torment her. He played with her body until she called his name out over and over. In the past, he had always preferred women to be silent when he had sex with them. Her whimpers of arousal almost made him come, but he controlled his climax with an iron will.

“You are mine and no one else’s. Stay away from Scorpion, Patrick, and Charles.”

He still saw the light of battle in her eyes, but this time, he also saw the beginning of her capitulation.

“All right!” she gasped as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

It was enough for tonight.

Sliding his hand down, he slid a finger between the fleshy lips, brushing across her clit, giving the stimulation she needed.

“Cash!” When she screamed his name as she came, he let his own control go, pumping inside her until his own release stormed her body.

He had every intention of keeping her by any means. Fair or foul, his little vixen was going to find herself trapped.

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Tags: Jamie Begley The Last Riders Erotic