Cash's Fight(51)

He skillfully waited for her body to soften against his before he pressed her harder against the wall as he lured her into responding to him. His hand went to her gown, tugging it downward so his fingers could find a nipple, brushing it with the tips of his fingers, teasing it with soft touches.

A tell-tale soft whimper passed her lips, and his mouth left hers to trace the line of her jaw until he felt her abruptly stiffen as she pushed herself away from him.

“Don’t try to freakin’ seduce me when you smell like another woman.”

“If I was trying to seduce you, you would be lying on the bed, and I would be fucking you by now,” Cash snapped back.

“Get out!”

“I’m going. I think I made my point.”

“The only point you made is that you’re good at playing with a woman’s body. You should be; you have enough experience,” she bitterly remarked.

“Experience I plan to use until you’re underneath me again. I’m giving you fair warning, Rachel; I’m done trying to make up for embarrassing you. It’s time to move on. I’ve got a news flash for you: most of those people sitting in church next to you do engage in sexual activities.” His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “They may even enjoy fucking as much as I do.”

While she gaped at him, Cash couldn’t resist smiling at her expression. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy on you until you can accept we’re together.”

“We’ll be together over my dead body. My brothers will kick your ass.”

Cash had a sudden idea that could save him a lot of aggravation. It wasn’t the brightest idea he had ever had, but he was willing to do anything to reach the stubborn woman staring up at him defiantly.

“If I can get your brothers’ permission to date you, will you go out with me?”

She laughed in his face. “If you can get my brothers’ permission for me to go out with you, then yes, I’ll go out with you.” She kept laughing at him unwisely. “Hell, Cash, I’ll even give you a blowjob to top the night off.”

“Really?” Cash gave her a sinister smile, which she failed to recognize.

“Really,” she mocked.

“Goodnight, then. If I’m going to be dealing with your brothers, I’m going to need my rest.”

“If you’re going to be dealing with my brothers, you’re going to be needing a bulletproof vest.”

Cash opened the door, pausing before he left. “Don’t forget, I was in the military. I’ve dealt with terrorists, sneak attacks, and snipers. I have all the skills I need to deal with your brothers.”#p#分页标题#e#

“If you’ve got a death wish, I can’t stop you.”

“I’ve handled worse. They’ll be a piece of cake.” Cash went out the bedroom door, laughing softly when it slammed behind him. He loved riling her temper.

He whistled all the way to his bedroom, stripping off his clothes before stepping naked into the shower, washing the bar whore’s scent off his skin. Drying off, he lay down naked on his bed.

Rachel thought he was joking. She would find out just how serious he was when she was planting her ass on the back of his bike. He was willing to put up with her brothers long enough to get their permission. Hell, her promise was enough to put up with a lot of shit. How bad could it be?





Chapter 18



It was bad, really bad. Cash wanted to kick the Porters’ asses so bad he was ready to do a stint in the jailhouse just for the pleasure of doing it.

The brothers had been sitting in Rosie’s, having a beer, when he had gone in with Shade. He had psyched himself up to walk over to their table to greet them. Their hate-filled expressions and lack of response had him gritting his teeth, though. He felt the silent amusement of Shade by his side.

“Mind if we join you?” Silence met Shade’s request.

They didn’t wait for acquiescence, both of them taking a seat at the table. The brothers might hate Cash, but Shade was a regular customer and he would be harder to piss off.

The men looked like the beer in their stomachs was turning sour as Cash and Shade both ordered their drinks.

“What do you want, Cash?” Tate didn’t hesitate to bring out in the open why Cash would be willing to sit down at the table with them.

He decided to be honest with the Porters. He wanted a relationship with Rachel, and to accomplish that goal, he was going to have to get along with these three yahoos.

“We need to come to an understanding and cut out this bullshit between us.”

“Why? It works for us.” An evil grin came to Tate’s face. “This has to do with Rachel, doesn’t it?”