Chapter 4
Cash drove Rider and Razer back to the clubhouse, trying to ignore Rider’s description of Holly’s tits. Shifting uncomfortably on his seat, he tried to take his mind off Rachel’s voluptuous ass.
He pulled into the parking lot of The Last Riders clubhouse, cutting the motor.
“Thanks for helping out,” Razer said.
“No problem.” Cash slammed his truck door harder than necessary, taking his frustration out on the truck. Climbing the steps to the large house that housed all the brothers, he entered, giving a sigh of relief at putting the woman who was periodically stealing her way into his thoughts behind him.
He grabbed himself a beer from the bar before going to the pool table in the corner. It was still early, but the room was beginning to fill.
“Want a game?” Nickel came up to the table, picking up a cue stick.
“You break.” Cash took a step back from the table, letting the brother go first.
Nickel was good; it would be a challenge to beat him, and it would help take his thoughts away from Rachel. She was too young for him, and worse than that, he despised her brothers. He couldn’t even remember how many fights he had gotten into with Tate and Greer, not to mention the few he’d had with Dustin. The more he thought of her brothers, the less attracted he felt to Rachel, and by his third beer and second win at pool, he had mellowed out.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bliss sucking off Rider’s dick. He was sitting on the couch with the sexy blond leaning over him, her ass in the air. He took his last shot as he heard Rider groan.
Cash lay down the pool stick. “I’m done for the night. You can pay up tomorrow.”
“Damn, Cash. I’ll have to pay you when I get paid,” Nickel complained.
Cash nodded, already forgetting about the large sum of money, his mind only on one thing right now. Striding to the couch, he leaned over, picking Bliss up and tossing her over his shoulder.
“Hey!” Rider complained. “I wasn’t done with her yet.”
Cash turned back. “Did I say you couldn’t join us?”
As Rider grinned, getting to his feet, Cash turned to the stairs, going up them with a giggling Bliss. His stiffened cock was bursting at the seams of his jeans. He was about to go into his room when he noticed Lucky’s door open. Looking inside, he saw Raci kneeling on the floor as Lucky pounded his cock into her mouth. Cash went inside the room, tossing Bliss onto the bed.
Jerking off her tight shorts, he spread her thighs, seeing the little dew drops of her passion already clinging to her pussy lips.
Cash took off his jeans then reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom and sliding it on. Notching his cock at the threshold of her pussy, he then adjusted her hips to take him. Bliss’s pussy was always tight as hell, and he didn’t want to hurt her; he wanted her to enjoy the experience as much as him, instead.
Wrapping her thighs around his hips, he gave the squirming woman the length of his cock in one hard thrust. She arched under him, grinding her clit against the base of his cock.
“Harder,” Bliss moaned.
“Don’t talk,” Cash moaned, sliding his cock out, only to pound it back inside of her.
It was a relief to have his cock in a warm pussy, driving the need for another woman out of him. He liked his sex dirty and raw, and virginal Rachel would run screaming if he treated her like Bliss.
Picking her up from the mattress, he held her while he lay back against the bed, turning her ass up to Rider who slid his own condom on before sliding into Bliss’s ass, tightening her pussy around him even further.
Cash groaned as he reached to grab one of Bliss’s tits, squeezing it until the nipple turned a bright, cherry pink. Bliss grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into him, tearing into his flesh while her mouth went to his neck, sucking on it. His dick lengthened even further in her, forcing a small gasp from her, but Bliss followed directions by not talking.
As Rider began to climax on the other side of her thin wall, Cash felt his own climax build and release into the condom. Then the three lay still, catching their breath on the large bed.
After Rider slid out of Bliss, removing his heavy weight, Cash moved Bliss to his side, removing his condom and throwing it into the trashcan. Then, making himself more comfortable on the bed, he lazily watched Lucky fuck Raci next to him as he played with Bliss’s nipple.
“I’m done for the night.” Rider zipped his cock back in his jeans before taking off.
Cash’s cock began to harden again, watching Raci take Lucky. He loved watching a woman get fucked. Unlike some of the brothers who had married and become monogamous, Cash knew himself well enough to admit to his sexual needs.
He had been in two serious relationships; one before he left Treepoint and one after. Both had ended when he had expected their sexual relationship to not change. The women had enjoyed sharing their bodies before they had become serious, but they couldn’t understand his lack of jealousy at watching them be fucked by men of his choosing. Cash had learned to keep his heart to himself and keep the relationships casual.
Lucky stiffened on Raci as the woman screamed her release. She then started to close her eyes and go to sleep.
Lucky rose off her, going into the bathroom, and then came back to stare down at the bed. Raci and Bliss were both almost asleep.
“Should we let them rest for a few minutes?” Lucky asked, grinning at him.
“No, let’s give them something to wake up for,” Cash answered, reaching for Raci.
* * *
Rachel misted her plants lightly, walking up and down the aisles of her greenhouse. When she finished, she cleared away the dead ones then repotted others that were growing too big for their containers. She hadn’t worn her gloves again, so when she began getting hungry, she quickly washed her hands. As she noticed they were becoming rough and cracked, she opened a jar of her hand balm, smoothing it into her hands. She clenched them into fists when she realized she was thinking of The Last Riders’ women and the manicured, soft hands they had.
She went into the house, making herself another cup of green tea before starting breakfast. Her oldest brother came to the table, yawning.
“Late night?” Rachel noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
“Yes.” He gave her a lopsided smile as he picked up his cup. “But not because of what you’re thinking. I spent the night in the fields.”
“Any luck catching anyone?”
“No, but I set some traps.”
“Tate…”
“They have to practically be on top of the pot before they would get caught in one.”
“You’re asking for trouble,” Rachel warned.
“No. Anyone stepping on our property despite all the ‘no trespassing’ signs is the one asking for trouble.”
Rachel fixed him a plate of food. It would do no good to argue with him since his mind was made up. Greer came in looking just as tired.
“It’s your turn to watch the field. I’m going to bed. At least I was up all night working,” Tate said unsympathetically.
“I was, too. It was hard work to satisfy Diane,” Greer boasted.
“You promised to stay away from her, Greer.” Rachel glared at her horn-dog brother.
“She’s calmed down. She promised she’s not seeing anyone but me.” Greer avoided her accusing eyes.
“Diane’s promised the same thing twice before,” Rachel reminded him.
“Well, she means it this time.”
Rachel and Tate both shared a glance.
Diane was incapable of being faithful, yet Greer kept giving her chance after chance. He often came across as the meanest of her brothers; however, he was the most softhearted. He wanted to fall in love and have a big family, but the women he chose never had settling down in mind.
“Morning.” Holly came in the kitchen, wearing jeans and a yellow top.
Rachel caught the expression on Greer’s face before he could hide it. He cared abou
t Holly, but he wouldn’t make a move on her because he still held a grudge against her keeping Logan a secret after the boy’s mother’s death. Rachel, nor the rest of them, blamed her because she was trying to protect the boy, but Greer couldn’t let go of the fact that she had nearly left town with Logan. Greer took their family’s protection more seriously than his own breathing.
“I’ll grab a bite to eat. Then I’ll go sit in the deer stand awhile,” Greer stated.
“Be careful of the traps I set,” Tate warned.
“I will.” Greer buttered a piece of toast.
Rachel sat down at the table with her green tea and oatmeal.
“If you would just listen to me, we could bring in more money with Ginseng roots. I could expand the greenhouse to include…” Rachel began her usual speech only to stop as Tate and Greer both shuddered in mock horror.
One of these days, her brothers would have to see that it made more sense to listen than ignore her. She only hoped they weren’t behind bars when that time came.
Rachel had no appointments today, so she used the time to clean the house and make Logan’s favorite chili in the crock-pot. Afterward, she decided to go back to her greenhouse where she potted several more plants she had taken from the woods that she wanted to experiment with for their medicinal value.
Going to her grandmother’s journal to make notations of her own, Rachel ran her hand lovingly over the old book. She was proud of her heritage. Her great-grandmother had been full-blooded Cherokee, a descendent of one who had crossed the Appalachian Mountains during The Trail of Tears. She had passed down her gifts and knowledge to Rachel’s grandmother, who had taught them to her as soon as she was able to walk. Rachel would hand down the same knowledge to her daughter someday.
An image of a strawberry-blond little girl flashed through her mind, making her drop her hand tool.
Shakily, Rachel went to the sink to wash her hands. The likeness to Cash in the little girl had been obvious. Her attraction to Cash had been building over the years to the point her mind was making images of a child in his likeness. She had to put a stop to her wayward fantasies.
Seeing it was getting dark, she headed back to the house. She had spent hours outside, becoming lost in her work. She would back up her notes on the computer before she went to bed, though.
She ate a bowl of chili and was about to take a shower when her cell phone rang. Recognizing Cheryl’s number, she answered.
“Hello?
”Rachel, I had a fight with Jared.” Cheryl’s voice trembled on the other end.
“Are you okay?”
“No. I need to get out for a while. Will you go out for a drink with me?”
“Of course.” Rachel couldn’t deny Cheryl. The sound of tears in her voice took away any hesitation.
“I’ll meet you at the Pink Slipper.”
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” Rachel said, disconnecting the call.
“Who was that?” Dustin questioned, looking up from the television with Logan on his lap. The others were listening unashamedly.
“That was Cheryl. She wants to go out for a drink at the Pink Slipper. She and Jared had a fight.” Rachel saw no reason not to give them that much information.
“If you have more than one drink, call me and I’ll drive in and pick you up,” Tate offered.
“All right.”
Rachel took a quick shower then pulled on a blue dress that clung to her curves. She had every intention of doing a little man-trolling while she listened to Cheryl cry on her shoulder.
Brushing her hair out, she left it loose to fall to her waist. Stepping back from the mirror, she saw the same tomboy she always saw except dressed up, pretending to be someone else.
She decided to put some light makeup on, giving herself the smoky eyes that everyone said looked sexy on a woman. When she was done, she looked like she had two black eyes. Quickly, she washed it off, simply using a light, natural color and mascara instead.
Feeling more normal, she picked her purse up and headed for the door.
“Why did you get all dressed up?” Tate came out of the kitchen, holding a soda.
“Because I’m meeting her at the Pink Slipper, and I didn’t want to stand out like a sore thumb in my jeans.” Before her other brothers could chime in, Rachel went out the door, closing it behind her.
She drove into town, pulled into the parking lot, and was surprised to find it empty with a note on the door. Rachel drove closer, reading the large writing from the front seat of the car. Hearing a car pull up next to her, she turned her head and rolled the window down when she saw it was Cheryl.
“A water pipe burst. It’s closed until tomorrow.” Rachel saw her friend’s trembling lips and grabbed her purse. Getting out of her car, she then got into Cheryl’s.
“Why don’t we go to the diner and get a cup of coffee?” It was really their only other choice at this time of night.
“Because I don’t want coffee; I want a drink! This isn’t the only bar in town.” Cheryl put her car in reverse, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Where are we going?” Cheryl’s erratic behavior had Rachel worried.
“Rosie’s.”
Rachel had never been in the bar on the outskirts of town. Usually, the rougher crowd of Treepoint hung out there. The Last Riders and even her brothers frequented the bar a couple of times a week. Thank God tonight wasn’t one of them.
“Cheryl, I don’t know what you got in a fight with Jared over, but whatever it was, it’s not worth doing something you’ll regret.”
“Don’t worry, Rachel; I don’t plan on doing anything I’ll regret. Did you know my husband has been fucking around on me for years? Or that he had a freaking vasectomy so he wouldn’t get any of them pregnant, me included? He never had any intention of having children with me.”
Rachel could only guess at how devastating it had been for Cheryl to learn her childhood sweetheart could be so treacherous.
“Cheryl, you have been married to Jared for a lot of years, too many to throw it away without taking time to think it over.”
“I plan to think it over with a couple of drinks inside me.”
Rachel wisely remained silent, not wanting her to become further upset while she was driving.
The parking lot at Rosie’s was full of trucks and motorcycles. Cheryl got out of the car before Rachel could change her mind.
Following behind her, Rachel felt self-conscious entering the dark bar when all the men’s eyes turned to them in the doorway. Cheryl’s anger, on the other hand, made her fearless.
Going farther into the bar, she found them an empty table at the back and took a chair. Rachel reluctantly sat down next to her, hoping a quick beer would calm her down enough to get her to leave.
Mick, the bar’s owner who attended Rachel’s church, came to take their order.
“Two beers,” Rachel requested, seeing he wasn’t happy she was there, but he didn’t say anything. He merely nodded, going to the bar for their drinks.
“How could I not have known?”
Rachel patted her hand, trying to infuse her with calming energy, but Cheryl snatched her hand away, reaching for the beer Mick had just placed in front of her.
Rachel reached into her purse for some money to pay him.
After Mick had walked away, a chair scraped back from the table and a large man Rachel didn’t recognize sat down beside Cheryl.
“You seem upset. Anything I can help with?” His obvious leer had Rachel stiffening but drew Cheryl’s interest.
“Hello.” She took a long drink of her beer. “My name is Cheryl.”
Rachel couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the falsely seductive note in Cheryl’s voice and her obvious flirtation.
This wasn’t going to end well. Jared might be an unfaithful bastard, but he would be furious if he knew his wife was flirting with a biker.
However, Rachel could only sit by helplessly as the evening progressed and Cheryl had several mor
e drinks. She had drunk only half of the first one herself and was getting ready to drag Cheryl from the dance floor if she didn’t come back to the table soon.
Someone sat down next to her and Rachel turned, ready to blast them with a frigid glare when she saw it was Cash.
“Your brothers know you’re here?”
“I don’t have to tell my brothers every move I make.”
Cash lifted a sardonic brow.
“They think I’m at the Pink Slipper,” Rachel confessed.
“How did you end up here?”
Rachel jerked her head in Cheryl’s direction. “I’m going to get her to leave when she comes back to the table.”
“I don’t think Nickel is planning on bringing her back to the table.”
Rachel turned, seeing the large biker had his arm around Cheryl and was leading her toward the door.
Rachel jumped to her feet, beating them to the door and blocking their exit.
“Time to go, Cheryl.” Rachel pasted a confident smile onto her lips.
“She’s decided to go back to the clubhouse with me. It’s Friday night.” Nickel placed a possessive arm around her friend’s shoulder.
Rachel didn’t know what difference the day of the week mattered, but she couldn’t let Cheryl leave with him.
“She’s my ride home, and I promised her I wouldn’t let her leave without me,” Rachel tried to reason with the determined man.
The biker looked her over from head to toe. “You’re not my type, but I’m sure one of the other brothers will give you a good time.” Again, he tried to move around her; Rachel didn’t budge, though.
“You’re misunderstanding me. She’s not going to leave without me.”
“You’re not understanding me. I’m taking her back to the clubhouse where I’m going to fuck her like she asked me to. Now move.”
Rachel paled at his demand.
“Leave her alone, Nickel. Go on to the clubhouse. There are plenty of women there to keep you busy.”
“Dammit, Cash.”
“Remember that money you owe me? We’ll call it even.” When the man hesitated then released Cheryl, Rachel hastily moved out of his way to allow him to go out the door.