Cash's Fight
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“What’s he doing? He’s going to fall off the stage if he isn’t careful.”
“I have no idea,” Cash answered as the woman finally managed to hand the bottle to the runner up.
“Want a hot dog?”
“Yes.” Rachel’s mouth watered as they drew closer to the hot dog stand.
Cash bought them each one and a bottled water. They walked and ate as they looked over the different types of bikes. Rachel had never been interested in motorcycles before, but she listened as Cash showed her the different brands.
As they walked, whenever they neared Sex Piston and her friends, he managed to nudge her in another direction.
“You don’t want to congratulate Stud?”
“Not if it means having to talk to those bitches.”
“They’re not that bad.”
“Yes they are,” Cash countered.
The biker women certainly made a statement with their large entourage and biker clothes. Rachel didn’t think a bottle of oil would let her get in those leather pants that Sex Piston was wearing.
It was dark when they returned to her car. Back in the close confines of her car, she fell back into silence. She had enjoyed the day and had felt some of the antagonism toward him slipping away.
“When I get my bike, you’ll have to go for a ride with me,” he said casually.
“No, thanks. I’m sure the women at the club will all be lining up for that privilege.” The harsh words passed her lips before she could stop them.
Cash’s grim face turned away from her, staring out the window for the remainder of the ride.
She put on the blinker to turn into Mag’s house when he stopped her.
“Take me to the clubhouse.”
Rachel kept driving, refusing to say anything. She drove the extra miles to the clubhouse with the tension boiling in the car.
When she came to a stop, he turned to her. “How long are you going to make me pay for giving you a ride you’d been wanting for a while?”
Rachel’s hand swung out, aiming for his face. “You bastard!”
“Hell, no. That’s not going to happen.” His hand caught her, placing it directly on his jean covered cock, forcing her fingers to tighten on him. “Even if I am a bastard, we had a good time today whether you want to admit it or not. We could have had an even better time tonight, but you’re too worried about proving to yourself and the town that you’re the good girl sitting in church every Sunday to have any fun. When you decide to get off your high horse, you might realize we could have a good thing.” He released her hand and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
Rachel swallowed hard, her hands trembling on the wheel as she felt her body’s response to touching him. She wanted to stop him from getting out of the car, to unzip his jeans and find the release she had only had found once with him. Her pride had held her back, which wasn’t much of a consolation prize as she drove to Mag’s home alone.
* * *
Cash stood, looking down at his wrecked bike. It was irreparable. He was amazed he had lived through the wreck that destroyed it.
“What do you think about it?” His brothers had gathered to watch it be unloaded from the delivery truck. He couldn’t have picked better.
The brothers slapped him on his back.
“Ready for a ride?” Viper’s hard-eyed stare watched for his reaction.
“Hell, yeah!”
The large group of bikers mounted their bikes, pulling onto the road in rows of two. They rode down the mountain, through the town, obeying the speed limit until they hit the county line. Cash rode next to Viper, who flung him a shit-eating grin before accelerating his speed, taking his bike wide-fucking-open down the road. Cash felt a twinge of nervousness as he sped up to keep pace. Then his love of the ride kicked in, and he felt nothing except the bike underneath him.
They rode until they reached Jamestown, pulling into a half-empty local bar. Give it another hour and it would begin to fill as the working stiffs rolled in at the end of the day.
Cash ordered everyone a round of beers and had just sat at the bar to drink his when the door opened and the men who had sat with Rachel and Willa all those months ago walked in. He could immediately tell there was going to be trouble.
“Fuck,” he muttered to Viper, who had stiffened beside him.
The group of ten men took up the remaining tables.
“Hey, hot stuff.” A pretty blond sat her perky ass down on a stool next to him. “I haven’t seen you in here before.”
“Been out of commission for a while. Decided to go for a ride tonight,” Cash explained, taking another sip of his beer.
“Want another one?” She slid her hand up his arm, tracing over one of his tats. Cash felt his skin crawl at her touch. Once upon a time, he would have taken her out back and banged her then returned to finish his beer without another thought.
Cash moved his arm away from the woman’s reach. “No.”
“You married?”
“No,” he said abruptly.
“Gay?”
“No.”
“Then why not?” She leaned forward, sliding her hand up his thigh. “Baby, I can suck your dick like it’s never been sucked before.”
Cash began to get angry at her refusal to accept his rejection, jerking her hand away again. As she leaned forward, swiping her tongue against his neck, her overpowering musky scent had Cash’s head jerking away.
“I doubt that,” Cash said, amused. “Listen to me: I’m not interested.” Cash started to get really rude then thought better of it. “I’ve got a deal for you.”
He spent the next few minutes telling her what he did want from her then slid a hundred dollar bill toward her with Viper blocking anyone else in the bar from seeing what he was doing. With a wink, she sauntered off to another man, but not before giving Viper a once-over. Viper raised his hand, showing his wedding ring and sending the disappointed woman on her way.
“Think she’ll be useful?”
“Who knows?” He shrugged. “At least I got her hand away from my dick. That was worth the Benjamin.”
“Motherfucker, you better back off.” Rider stood to his feet, his chair falling to the floor as the one who had taken Willa’s card came to his feet.
“You’re the one who needs to fuck off.” A fist flew out, which Rider dodged while his own nailed the man in the jaw.
Viper cocked a brow at Cash. “You up for this?”
“Hell, yeah.” He had been dying to blow off some steam, and this was the perfect opportunity. “The one in the red shirt is mine.” He slipped his brass knuckles out of his pocket.
When the bar became engulfed in fighting, Cash made sure he was the one to take on the guy who had come on to Rachel, using the brute force he had been steadily regaining during the months of rehab. He managed to beat the asshole so that his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. His body was weak, drenched in sweat and he was shaking when the cops came through the door. Cash didn’t put up a fight as he was handcuffed, but he did manage to land a last solid kick against the ribs of the man lying on the floor.
They were taken to jail. Cash, Viper, Lucky, and Train were in one cell while the three other cells were filled with the remaining Last Riders.