“Cash, quit teasing me!”
Cash’s hand was buried in the opened shorts as Bliss’s legs circled his waist.
Rachel stood frozen in place as Cash lowered his head, sucking on a bared breast while she saw Bliss’s hands go for his jeans.
“You need something bigger than my finger for that pussy?”
“God, yes!”
Cash’s low laugh had Rachel’s feet moving again, wishing she had never stopped. The image of them together would be burned forever in her mind. Bliss’s pleas and Cash’s confidence that he could satisfy the woman took away any doubts of whether they shared a sexual relationship.
Her head lowered, she crashed into a hard chest.
“Oh!” Rachel barely managed to catch herself. If Train hadn’t reached out to steady her, she would have fallen.
“What’s the rush?”
A small scream had both of their eyes going to the gazebo where Cash’s arms were holding Bliss as he thrust into her.
Train’s eyes returned to hers. “Come on; I’ll walk you to your car.”
Rachel hurriedly followed the path to the parking lot with Train walking casually by her side.
She was about to scramble inside her car when he stopped her.
“You okay to drive home?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Rachel shrugged, trying to make light of what she had seen.
“I thought that may have bothered you. I know that you and Cash—”
“Had sex?”
Train hesitantly nodded.
“He doesn’t have a problem with getting laid, does he?” Her crudeness made her bite her lip in punishment.
“No, he doesn’t.”
Rachel flinched at his bluntness.
She didn’t think any of The Last Riders had a problem relieving their sexual desires. Train would definitely have no problem finding a woman. His black hair hung down past his neck and was tied back at the nape. His expression was always calm, but Rachel sensed the darkness within him that she had recognized in Shade. He was always the quiet one in the group, yet she felt the undercurrents of his seething sexuality that would be hard for a woman to resist. If she hadn’t made an ass of herself a few months ago over Cash, Rachel would have been tempted to find out just what Train was hiding.
“I could give you a ride home on my bike if you’re not sure,” he offered.
“I’m fine.”
“If you’re sure.” Train reached to her side, brushing her breasts with his arm as he opened the car door. Rachel couldn’t hold back the shiver of awareness, hastily climbing in her small car. Train carefully closed her door and then stepped back as she pulled out.
“You going to make a move on her?” Cash asked as he walked out of the shadows.
“Thinking about it. Any reason not to?”
“No. I guess not.” Cash started back up the pathway. “Did she see?”
“Yeah.”
They walked beside each other in silence until they got to the backdoor.
Train was about to go inside when Cash’s voice stopped him.
“Train, I... I…”
“Brother, if you don’t want me to touch her, all you have to do is ask.”
“I’m asking.”
“Cool, I’ll leave her to you then.”
Cash slung his arm around Train’s shoulder, letting him take some of his weight. He had overextended his strength and was tired as shit. Train easily took his weight without saying a word, helping Cash inside and up the stairs to his room.
“Want me to get one of the women for you?”
“Hell, no. You trying to put me back in rehab?” The men laughed.
After Train left, Cash starred at the closed door, still unsure why he had asked Train to back off. It wasn’t like he had a shot in hell at Rachel again, but something deep inside him told him that Train wouldn’t be a dumb-fuck and screw everything up with Rachel the way he had.
He had heard her voice as he had come inside of Bliss, his dick nearly shriveling in the condom at being seen by her with another woman. He had shoved his dick in his pants and sent Bliss in the house. He had hoped to find Rachel upset, anything to show she cared; instead, he had seen the interest in her eyes for Train. Cash was experienced enough to know what that look on a woman’s face meant. His little virgin had been wondering how Train was in bed.
Cash reached over, turning out his bedroom light. He wanted to see that expression on her face when she was staring at him.
*
Cash wiped the sweat off his face with the towel Donna handed him.
“You’re doing good, Cash. So much better. You don’t need me anymore.”
Cash lowered the towel in surprise to find her grinning back at him.
“It’s true; you don’t. You’re almost back to full strength. Your workout sessions have really paid off.”
Cash threw his towel onto the washer across the room. He had worked out incessantly, attempting to drive Rachel out of his mind. It wasn’t working, but his body felt normal again.
“I couldn’t have done it without your help.”