“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.”