Her eyes darted to the people dancing around them. “Who are these men?”
“The brothers from Ohio came for a visit.” Cash didn’t see the need to explain why they were visiting. “If a couple of them don’t move their eyes away, some of them are going to be heading back tonight,” snarled Cash as he stared at Boulder, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Rachel’s ass since she had come in the door.
“Where did you get the outfit?” He planned to take her shopping for more.
“I borrowed it from Sex Piston.”
“Ask her where she bought it.”
As a laugh escaped her, his hand clenched on her ass.
“I have a question. Why the change? I don’t want you to change yourself for me.”
“I didn’t change anything for you! I’ve always wanted to look this way but never had the courage. I don’t want to dress like this all the time, but it’s fun to know I can look good when I want to.”
“Vixen,” he lowered his mouth to her ear, “you look more than good. Try sexy as hell.”
He felt her tremble in his arms. Unable to resist her fleeting vulnerability, Cash took her mouth to show her exactly how sexy she was to him. As her arms circled his neck and she kissed him back, Cash’s desire rocketed. He didn’t know what had happened to the woman he had been seeing, but the Rachel returning his kiss was not worried about anyone watching them make out on the dance floor.
Cash broke off the kiss, studying the woman in his arms.
“Okay, where is Rachel, and what have you done with her?” he asked, only half-joking.
Confused, she tilted her head to the side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He lowered his head to her neck, taking a deep breath of her fragrance, and then raised his head, examining her eyes for dilated pupils.
“What are you doing?” She playfully hit at his shoulder.
“Any of those plants of yours give you a buzz?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t get the change. Rachel, I love you whether you accept The Last Riders or not. I—”
“Cash, shut up. Everything is fine. To tell you the truth, I guess I just wanted to see what it felt like for once to be more my age before I’m old and it’s too late.”
Cash understood what she was trying to tell and show him. She had been over-protected by her brothers, and her intelligence hadn’t helped, placing a barrier between her and others in her age group. For once, she was trying to act her age and have some fun, and he was stymieing it by trying to overanalyze her behavior.
Fuck that!
His conscience appeased, he decided to show her what she had been missing, within reason. He didn’t want to give her any ideas on leaving his ass for greener pastures, but he was going to show her why he was worth putting up with.
Cash danced with her, keeping her close as the night progressed. The brothers from Ohio getting rowdy had him looking around the over-filled room.
“Let’s go.” He stopped dancing, taking her hand.
“Where to?”
“Downstairs. It won’t be as crowded.” Cash maneuvered them through the large mass of bodies, wisely keeping away from the women who would break the spell Rachel seemed to be in.
Taking her to the kitchen, he turned left, opening the basement door before guiding her down the steps.
“This is nice,” Rachel murmured.
Cash left her for a second, turning on the music and going to the mini-fridge to pull them out a couple of beers. Sitting down on one of the chairs, he pulled her down on his lap. The zipper between her breasts drew his eyes.
While Rachel smiled down into his gaze, Cash’s hand went to her exposed cleavage, brushing the globes of her breasts. He sighed, lowering his hand, when he heard the door open. Train and Jewell came down the steps with Rider and Stori close behind.
“Did you and Killyama…?”
Her sudden question floored him.
“What?”
“Have you and Killyama had sex?”
“God, no.” He shuddered at the thought.
“Good, I like her.”
Cash rolled his eyes; he didn’t know anyone who could like that bitch. He doubted even Beth and Lily did, both being closer to Sex Piston.
“So, if I’ve had sex with them, you can’t like them?”
“I can like them; I just don’t want to be friends with them,” she clarified her position.
Casually, he tightened his hands on her hips so she couldn’t run away. “Vixen, do you like Evie?”
She stiffened on his lap, her hand going to his hair and tugging it until his head went back. She lowered her face to his. “If you’re a smart man, you won’t say another word. Evie doesn’t count; she’s married now and in love with King. That can change if you piss me off.”
“My mouth is sealed,” he assured her.
As a new song came on, Cash lifted her to her feet. “Let’s dance before I get myself in trouble.”