“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.
*
Rachel sneaked cautiously down the hallway. She really didn’t want to be confronted with another pair having sex. She had to work hard to keep the erotic images she had participated in herself that night from entering her mind.
She went down the steps quietly, she saw the club room was almost empty. Going to the front door, she was about to open it when she glanced back and saw Dean sitting on a large chair with his back to the door.
Cheryl approached him, sitting down on the arm of the chair and leaning over to glide her hand across his chest toward his thigh. She almost went out the door, not wanting to see her former pastor engage in sex with Cheryl.
Dean’s words had her pausing with her hand on the door.
“Stop, Cheryl. I’m going to save you the effort and tell you now: you won’t be getting my vote.”
“But… why? I can make you come.” Her suggestive voice lowered as her mouth bent toward his neck.
“No, you can’t.” Dean took Cheryl’s hands in his, moving them away from his body. “I’m not attracted to you, Cheryl. You’re not here for the men or sex. Payback against Jared isn’t going to be a good enough reason for me to believe you want to belong to The Last Riders.”
“I do, and I can prove it.” Cheryl slid off the arm of the chair, kneeling before Dean.
His casual air disappeared in a flash at her refusal to listen to him.
“I’m trying to be nice without having your ass thrown out of this club. I told you no.”
Rachel had never seen the expression on Dean’s face that she saw on his profile now. Goose bumps rose on her arms and even Cheryl’s blatant behavior died and fear replaced it when she saw his face.
She hastily rose to her feet, but she wasn’t fast enough to escape Dean’s hand that reached out. He grabbed her by the back of her neck, forcing her back to her knees in front of him.
“I’m not your pastor anymore, but I’m going to give you some guidance. When I say no, I mean No! Now, you can fuck any brother you want here—I don’t give a shit—but stay away from me. You got me?”
Frantically, Cheryl nodded her head. Dean released her and she shakily got to her feet before running to the front door where Rachel was frozen in place.
Rachel barely managed to open it before Cheryl flew through it. Rachel’s eyes met Dean’s before she went out the door behind her. Rachel followed Cheryl through the front door and down the dark steps, hoping that neither of them fell. Cheryl made it to her car and was opening the door when she saw Rachel.
“You saw?” she asked tearfully.
Rachel had been about to pass her without a word but stopped. “It was kinda hard to miss.”
“Did it make you happy?” Cheryl’s caustic question had Rachel wanting to smack her.
“I would have been a hell of a lot happier if that had been Cash’s answer, but it wasn’t, was it?”
Cheryl’s bravado disappeared.
“No, it wasn’t. I’m sorry, Rachel.” Cheryl ran her hand through her tumbled hair.
Rachel unwillingly felt the turmoil she was going through. Sometimes, her gift wasn’t a gift. She didn’t want to feel sorry for her.
“Cheryl, it was only last year that you were asking Dean’s spiritual guidance on why you weren’t getting pregnant. He probably felt wrong in taking advantage of your breakup.”
“Why are you trying to make me feel better? If Cash offered me another turn at him, I wouldn’t turn him down.”