Cash (The Henchmen MC Book 2) (18 page)

“Cash...”

“Shh,” he murmured, moving across my chest to lavish over my other nipple. His hand slid downward and slipped between my thighs to slide up my sex. His finger stroked whisper-light over my clit, just enough to make my body tense, but not enough to allow release. He wanted to drag it out.

He wanted,
oh god,
to make love to me.

There had been men after Damian. Not for a long time. A few years. I needed to get myself back together- physically, emotionally. But there were men. I wanted to reclaim that part of my life, to show myself that I could enjoy my body. I did too, I learned how to relax and enjoy, to have an orgasm. That being said, it was always sex. Sometimes it was pure fucking. It was never, ever making love.

This was.

And instead of feeling the warm, swirling comfort I always thought I would feel, all I felt was fear. All I felt was the soul-deep understanding that I would never rise from his bed feeling the same way I felt sliding in. I would feel different. I would be different.

That shit was terrifying.

“Honey relax,” he murmured, shifting downward, licking the skin above my bandages then, sweet lord, kissing down the bandages, moving over to my sore ribs and planting the tenderest of kisses there. He shifted to the side and kissed up the inside of my thigh, over the triangle of my sex, down the other thigh.

“Cash...”

His head titled up, watching me with heavy lidded eyes.

I reached downward, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back over me. His arms planted on my sides, but he allowed more of his weight to press into me, a weight I found myself craving as my hands slid up and down his back. His lips found mine again and I shifted my legs wider so he could settle fully between. His body shifted and his cock pressed against my heat, drawing a moan from me and a deep rumbling in the chest from him.

“Now Cash...” I demanded, desperate. I needed him. I needed him in a way I wasn't familiar with.

He shifted, digging into the bedside table and pulling out a condom which he put on with practiced ease and speed. He settled back against me, rubbing his cock between my folds until I was writhing. His eyes were intense on mine, like he was seeing me for the first time. And, in a way, he was. He was seeing beneath the shields, he was seeing the me underneath it all.

His cock pushed up against my entrance and paused while he kissed me, slow, deep. When he finally did press inside, it was painfully slow. I felt every inch fill and spread me.

My legs shifted, feet to the mattress, knees pressed tight into his body, pulling him deep.

“
Fuck
baby,” he groaned, buried to the hilt.

My hands dug into his back, the pressure deep in my belly becoming impossible to ignore. I needed him to
move.
I needed some relief from the undeniable, clawing need.

“Cash, please...” I begged, beyond caring about seeming needy. I
was
needy.

He withdrew half way and then just as slowly as before, he pressed back in. Over and over, making every muscle in my body tense, making the ache only build.

I had a vice like grip on his back, my legs wrapped around his hips, my hips grinding up into his with each impossibly slow thrust.

“Faster,” I demanded, whimpering as he buried deep and arched up slightly, making his cock hit an unknown sweet spot and his pelvis press into my clit.

His lips lowered to mine and his mouth caught my moans. “Not this time,” he said into my ear.

“I can't...” I objected on a frustrated whimper.

“Yes you can. You can come for me just like this. Just relax and let it happen.”

He was right. I was overthinking it.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, pressing back in.

“Yes,” I groaned, feeling the climax getting closer.

“You're so fucking tight,” he groaned, closing his eyes for a second.

He was just as far gone as I was, just as anxious for release. Somehow, that knowledge help drive me up where I needed to be. He pushed forward again and I felt the waves of ecstasy wash over me, by entire body shaking, my voice calling out his name as my fingers scratched across his back.

“Christ baby,” he groaned, pushing through my orgasm until he felt my body stop the pulsating, then he buried deep and came, growling out my name.

I held onto him after which was totally not like me, but I couldn't help myself. I wrapped him up with legs and arms and held on like I never wanted to let go. A part of me didn't. Cash's breath was in my neck, slowly returning to normal, his face resting over my heart which felt like it never would.

“Let me up baby,” he said quietly, kissing between my breasts. When I didn't move to do what he requested, he chuckled slightly. “I gotta deal with this condom then I'll come right back.”

I grumbled, but released him, the slight ache between my thighs as he slid away reminding me it had been a while since I had a man. He got up and walked gloriously naked into the hall. I watched, shamelessly until he was out of sight before curling up on my side and trying not to think.

But, hell, I was me and I was thinking.

I was especially thinking about the crack I felt in the shield covering my heart. It was small, just a hairline fracture, but it was enough.

“Trying to push me away already?” he asked, making me start as he climbed in behind me, cocking his legs up under mine and wrapping an arm around my belly.

“What are you talking about?”

“Curled up away from me,” he murmured into my neck.

“It's more comfortable to sleep like this,” I protested.

“With busted ribs?” he countered. And he was right- my ribs were throbbing a little.

“Go to sleep, Cash.”

“Let me in, Lo.”

“I thought I already did,” I said, attempting cheeky. Cheeky was better than what I was really feeling.

“Cute,” he said back.

“I thought so.”

“Baby...”

“Let it go, Cash. I'm tired.”

There was a long pause before he sighed. “Alright.”

Truth was, I was anything but tired. In fact, he fell asleep holding me a few minutes later and I stayed awake for hours, staring at the wall, trying to not freak out, trying to not analyze every possible thing that could happen. Like I could wake up and he could be cold and dismissive, he could be done with me. But... would that be the worst thing? That was usually what I wanted- easy, uncomplicated. Hell, sometimes it was me sneaking out in the middle of the night to avoid the awkward conversation in the morning. I was never the flowers and candy and promise rings kind of girl. That wasn't the life I led. If I woke up and he was through with me, well, all the better.

–

I woke up to his cock pressing against my lips from behind.

“You're already wet,” he informed me unnecessarily. I guessed he wasn't done with me quite yet. “Think your ribs can take it if I fuck you like this?”

Hell yes. I didn't even care if it did hurt; I just wanted him.

“Mmmhmm,” I murmured, pressing my ass back into him.

“You're killing me, honey,” he groaned.

“What are you going to do about it then?” I asked, smiling at the wall.

He chuckled, turning to get a condom. “I guess I'll fuck you now then,” he said and, without anything further, he slammed in hard and deep.

“Fuck,” I cried out, pushing back, feeling his cock press against my G-spot as he pulsed his hips slightly.

“Hard and fast, he said, biting into my ear as his hand slid down my belly and cupped my sex, sliding over my clit. “Sure you can take it?”

“All talk,” I teased, my voice breathy as he tapped my clit relentlessly.

His chuckle was the last thing I consciously focused on before he was slamming into me. Hard and fast, just like he promised. My entire body jolted with each thrust. His cock hitting my G-spot and his finger on my clit, it was only a matter of maybe two or three minutes before I felt the tight gripping sensation of my orgasm budding.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, pushing back into him, shameless, uninhibited.

“Come,” he demanded, his other hand going to my breast and squeezing hard. Then it shot through my system, frantic, almost blinding in its intensity. “Fuck that feels good,” he groaned, still thrusting and as I came down and he was still fucking me, I realized we weren't done.

“Cash... I can't...”

“You will,” he said, withdrawing suddenly and rolling onto his back.

“What are you doing?” I asked, forcing my come-drunk limbs to move so I could face him.

“You're going to ride me. Normal cowgirl or reverse, your choice,” he told me, all smiles with his hands resting behind his head.

“You can't be serious.”

“Saddle up,” he smirked, patting his hipbone.

And, well, was there really any way to refuse a man like him? Looking as self-satisfied as he looked? Offering to let me pick the position like he'd be equally happy no matter what I chose.

In the end, I threw one leg over his body, going full-on cowgirl because I wanted to watch his face as I rode him. One of his hands released his head and moved down his body to grab his cock and hold it up for me to slide onto. And I did, glorying every thick inch.

“Beautiful,” he said when he was buried deep, looking up at me with my head thrown back. My head tilted down and I studied him with heavy-lidded eyes and realized with absolute clarity that he was trouble. He was the one, the one who was capable of getting in and putting down roots. “Stop thinking,” he demanded, his hand drifting casually up and down my thigh.

I smiled down at him. “Good idea,” I agreed, taking the lead and driving us both to completion, covered in sweat, panting, loud.

I collapsed onto his chest, my head buried under his neck. His arms were draped casually around my back. My body was jumping slightly in aftershocks, my leg muscles trembling from the strain, but there was nothing in the world that could tear me away from him in that moment.

“Did you know Wolf and Janie are fucking?”

Okay.

There was one thing that could tear me away from him, and it did. I flew upward, falling onto my ass beside him, throwing my hair out of my face. “What?” I heard myself screech.

“I'll take that as a no,” he smiled lazily, turning on his side toward me and stroking his hand over my breast, the nipple hardening immediately.

“What the fuck do you mean they are fucking?”

Cash's brows drew together at my tone. “After you passed out from the pain meds, I ran over to Wolf's. He's been MIA and everyone was getting worried. Apparently, he was hauled up with Janie.”

He was hauled up with Janie.

That made no sense.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No. I saw her myself. Talked to her. If anything, Wolf seemed pissed to be interrupted. Though,” he said, pressing his hand between my legs and brushing through my wetness, “I get that.”

“How do you know they are fucking?” I asked, swatting his hand away.

Janie didn't sleep around. That wasn't her way. She didn't do casual. She wasn't exactly social. She was standoffish. She didn't go out of her way to meet or connect with men. Not that I blamed her. She just wasn't interested.

“She was on his bed in his shirt... and nothing else.”

Holy shit.

Okay. That was good. She was okay. She was still in town. Cash was still in the dark about her setting the bombs. Which, I hoped, meant everyone else was clueless as well.

“Was she alright?” I asked, unable to stop the desperate emotion from leaking into my voice.

Cash's brows drew together. “You saw how Wolf reacted when he thought I hit you. No way in hell would he ever hurt her.”

“Cash...” I pleaded, needing more.

“She was fine, Lo. A little banged up but...”

“Banged up?” I yelled, my eyes bugging out, my heart slamming in my chest.

“Nothing. Just a couple scratches on her face, a bandage on her arm. Looked like she maybe fell and got some cuts is all. She was fine, baby.”

“You were just
sitting
on this?” I exploded, slamming my hands into his chest. Unprepared, he fell back onto the mattress, watching me like I had lost my mind.

“What the hell, Lo?”

“She's hurt and you don't tell me? She's in one of The Henchmen's houses and
you don't tell me?
”

He sat back up, shaking his head at me. “I thought you knew. She's your girl. Thought you were tight.”

“We
were
tight until she didn't pick me up from Reign's and fucking
disappeared
!”

Shit. Shit shit shit. I hadn't meant to say that.

“What?” he asked, like he hadn't heard me. Of course he heard me. I had been screaming. “What do you mean she disappeared?”