Cash's Fight(111)

“You okay?”

“Yes.” She didn’t avoid his eyes as he stared down into hers.

“Rachel…”

“Cash, I don’t want to talk about it. Please?” Cash’s hands gripped her waist tighter.

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

Relieved, Rachel’s head fell to his chest, enjoying being held by him.

The bar began to fill. Raci, Stori, and Jewell came in while she was still on the dance floor with Cash. Each of the women grabbed someone to dance with. At their enjoyment, Rachel felt herself relax when the music returned to a fast-paced beat. She didn’t worry about her two left feet, only of Cash’s body moving against hers.

“Let’s go back to the clubhouse.”

Rachel didn’t protest; all the worries of what she had let happen before evaporating as she felt her body begin to anticipate what was waiting for her at the clubhouse.

When they got there, Cash took her to his room, closing the door behind them. He didn’t bother trying to make it to the bed. With her raising her dress up so he could remove her panties, he slid deep inside of her.

Rachel couldn’t hold back her scream as he entered her in one hard thrust.

“Fuck, vixen, you’re tight.”

Her arms slipped around his neck as he fucked her.

A sharp knock on the door next to them had her stiffening. Cash’s hand briefly left her long enough to open the door to Train on the other side. Rachel was pinned to the wall by Cash’s body.

“Want some company?”

“Take the bed,” Cash grunted, not stopping his thrusting inside her.

Rachel’s eyes followed Train as he removed his clothes.

“Want him to leave?”
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“No,” Rachel moaned.

“Good.” Cash turned toward the bed where Train lay sprawled, sliding his hand up and down his cock.

“You going to help a brother out?”

“Yes.” Cash laid her within Train’s reach. As he watched Rachel hand grip Train’s dick, he thought his cock would burst.

She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Her sexuality demanded satisfaction while trusting him to hold Train back.

He lifted her ass and slid his cock back inside her, giving her what she needed. He reached forward, his hand going to her hair, pulling her hand off Train’s cock.

“Whose woman are you?”

“Yours,” she whimpered.

“You’re only giving what I want you to take. You understand me? No one but me gets this pussy. No one but me is going to make you come. No one is going to take this sweet ass but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Rachel whimpered as he smacked her ass while pounding his cock inside of her.

“Cash…?” Train moaned while his hand slid on his cock.

“Ask me.”

“Can I have her mouth?” Train groaned.

“You want his dick?”

“Yes.” Rachel started shuddering. The erotic commands he was giving her were ratcheting her desire to a place she was trying to reach, her hips thrusting back frantically against his.

“Give it to him, then.”

Rachel’s mouth covered Train’s cock as the man’s head fell back against the headboard. She let the men guide her into an explosive climax that had Cash moving to the side so that she could lie down next to Train before lying down on her other side.

Pinned between the two men, she hadn’t noticed Rider and Bliss had come in until she heard the noise from the other side of the room. Bliss was riding Rider while they had watched Train and Cash play with her.

She wanted to pull the covers over her, but Train had his chest pressed against her back, lifting her breast to Cash’s mouth. Rachel couldn’t help herself from watching Rider and Bliss as the men brought her body back to life. Seeing the envy in the other woman’s eyes, Rachel knew Bliss wanted to trade places with her.

Rachel looked into Cash’s eyes, recognizing the enjoyment he got from watching her with Train. It was the same enjoyment she got from seeing his pleasure.

She had sworn to herself that it wouldn’t happen again, that it was a one-time thing. She had come back to the clubhouse tonight, still lying to herself.

Rachel remembered one of her mother’s favorite quotes: Hell is paved with good intentions.





Chapter 37



“Damn it to Hell!” He was going to beat her ass when he caught up with her.

Cash sat up in the bed, angry Rachel was gone. She didn’t have to work today; therefore, her ass should still have been next to him.

Train came out of the shower, drying his hair. “What’s up your ass?”

Cash threw him a furious look. “When did she leave?”