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,” Drake promised ruthlessly.

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

They walked to their bikes before talking.