Cash's Fight(47)

Cash woke as she parked at the packed motorcycle swap meet.

“Looks like every biker in three states is here,” he remarked, stretching as he closed the car door.

Rachel gazed at the rough looking crowd of men and women walking around, examining the motorcycles on display. Several were for sale and some were just being shown off by their owners.#p#分页标题#e#

She moved closer to Cash’s side as they walked through the heavy crowd.

“Nervous?”

“I really don’t know what to think,” Rachel admitted, coming to a stop next to him as he paused in front of one bike. Its gleaming chrome and appearance attracted Rachel, and she didn’t know a thing about bikes. Cash, on the other hand, moved along to other motorcycles.

“Are you just browsing or looking for one in particular?” Rachel asked.

“I have a couple I’ve been thinking about, but I haven’t made my mind up yet.” He stopped at one black monster that was huge to Rachel, but when he sat on it, he took the machine over. It suited him.

He climbed off and then took a step back, looking it over. “Sit on it.”

“What?” Rachel cleared her voice.

“Sit on the bike,” Cash repeated.

Rachel tentatively climbed on the back of the bike, sitting there self-consciously as he took out his phone and took a picture. She climbed off.

“Why did you take a picture?” she snapped.

“So I would have something to remember the day I bought my bike,” he said, taking several more before putting his phone back in his pocket.

Rachel watched as he bought the bike. She noticed the surprise of the seller when Cash paid him in full for it.

“You’re not going to test drive it?” Rachel asked.

“No, I drove it yesterday when I was here with the brothers but couldn’t make up my mind. I just needed to see one more thing before I decided to buy it.”

“What?”

“You on the back of it,” Cash stated.

He set up the delivery and then moved her to where a large crowd was standing, watching several motorcycles racing. On the opposite side of the track, Rachel saw Sex Piston and her crew cheering.

The motorcycles were flying by so fast Rachel couldn’t see the riders’ faces. However, after the race, Rachel saw Stud take his trophy while moving away from the woman in a short red dress, who was trying to give him a bottle of champagne.

“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.#p#分页标题#e#

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.