“It’s all an act,” Jo confirmed.
Rachel was glad she had never taken Curt up on the numerous invitations he had sent her way.
“What did he do to piss you off? Dump you?” Rider spoke up, reaching for a beer.
As Rachel winced at Rider’s words, Jo glared at him before responding. “No, he raped me after a football game.” Rider choked on his beer. “To men like you, it probably doesn’t matter, but it meant a lot to me.”
“What the hell? Fuck…I had no idea. What do you mean, men like me? I’ve never taken a woman against her will.” The usually affable Rider was getting his comeuppance.
Rachel took a drink of her beer to hide her smile.
“No? So you don’t just expect every woman to want to have sex with you because you’re good-looking?”
“You think I’m good-looking?”
“Jesus.” Jo looked toward Rachel. “He a friend of yours?”
Rachel didn’t know how to reply, so she went for the truth. “Not really.”
Rider looked at Cash. “You know she’s not getting my vote, right?”
“You running for something?” Jo cut in.
Rachel blushed bright red, throwing a killing look at Rider, who scowled back unrepentantly. “No.”
“Yes.” Rachel glowered at Cash as he answered.
At that point, Jo’s cell phone rang. Cash shrugged unconcernedly as Jo talked.
“I need to go. There’s been a wreck outside of town. I’ll drive you home—”
“I’ll take care of it. You go on,” Cash broke in.
When Jo cast her a quick look, Rachel nodded her head reluctantly, wishing she hadn’t when Jo left. Rachel felt uncomfortable sitting alone among the men.
Knox finished his beer. “My deputy is handling the wreck. I’m going home early and waking Diamond up,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Later,” Cash said, not taking his eyes off Rachel.
She had ignored his calls and texts for the last few days. Instead of laying into her, though, he stood up and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. They danced silently for several minutes since the music was so loud. It was just her luck that the next song was low and slow.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” She didn’t avoid his eyes as he stared down into hers.
“Rachel…”
“Cash, I don’t want to talk about it. Please?” Cash’s hands gripped her waist tighter.
“We’ll talk about it later, okay?”
Relieved, Rachel’s head fell to his chest, enjoying being held by him.
The bar began to fill. Raci, Stori, and Jewell came in while she was still on the dance floor with Cash. Each of the women grabbed someone to dance with. At their enjoyment, Rachel felt herself relax when the music returned to a fast-paced beat. She didn’t worry about her two left feet, only of Cash’s body moving against hers.
“Let’s go back to the clubhouse.”
Rachel didn’t protest; all the worries of what she had let happen before evaporating as she felt her body begin to anticipate what was waiting for her at the clubhouse.
When they got there, Cash took her to his room, closing the door behind them. He didn’t bother trying to make it to the bed. With her raising her dress up so he could remove her panties, he slid deep inside of her.
Rachel couldn’t hold back her scream as he entered her in one hard thrust.
“Fuck, vixen, you’re tight.”
Her arms slipped around his neck as he fucked her.
A sharp knock on the door next to them had her stiffening. Cash’s hand briefly left her long enough to open the door to Train on the other side. Rachel was pinned to the wall by Cash’s body.
“Want some company?”
“Take the bed,” Cash grunted, not stopping his thrusting inside her.
Rachel’s eyes followed Train as he removed his clothes.
“Want him to leave?”
“No,” Rachel moaned.
“Good.” Cash turned toward the bed where Train lay sprawled, sliding his hand up and down his cock.
“You going to help a brother out?”
“Yes.” Cash laid her within Train’s reach. As he watched Rachel hand grip Train’s dick, he thought his cock would burst.
She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Her sexuality demanded satisfaction while trusting him to hold Train back.
He lifted her ass and slid his cock back inside her, giving her what she needed. He reached forward, his hand going to her hair, pulling her hand off Train’s cock.
“Whose woman are you?”
“Yours,” she whimpered.
“You’re only giving what I want you to take. You understand me? No one but me gets this pussy. No one but me is going to make you come. No one is going to take this sweet ass but me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Rachel whimpered as he smacked her ass while pounding his cock inside of her.
“Cash…?” Train moaned while his hand slid on his cock.
“Ask me.”
“Can I have her mouth?” Train groaned.
“You want his dick?”