Misfit(224)

The pressure of his fingertips against her clit sent her over the edge. “Stretch!” she cried, jerking against him and closing her eyes.

“I’m here, Fee,” he grunted and stiffened, pouring into her and then stilling.

A drop of rain fell against Fee’s forehead and she popped her eyes open.

“Fuck!” Stretch said, traces of amusement in his voice as he pulled out of her. “Hurry and dress. Let’s see if we can beat the rain.”

Jumping up, she hopped from his bike and stumbled, her legs little more than jelly she felt so relaxed and sated. More rain hit her head and she giggled. “I didn’t see clouds.”

Stretch looked up. “Who was paying attention?”

“You’re right!” she cried as the heavens opened up. Screaming at the coldness, she hurried to finish dressing, then ran and bounded behind Stretch. “Go, go, go!” She felt like a kid again, completely, wonderfully alive.

“Hang on, sweetheart.”

Before he faced forward again, Fee kissed his cheek. As he sped away, she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder, knowing she wouldn’t soon forget this morning.





By the time Stretch reached the clubhouse, the rain had stopped. Fee declined his intention to escort her to the door, so he waited until she disappeared inside before he went in search of Cash. With the scent of Fee clinging to him and the memory of her wet heat, he decided Cash needed to do what he said he was going to do today. If Fee ended up pregnant, Stretch didn’t want her so uncertain over their future. He doubted fear of Outlaw’s wrath was the only thing stopping Cash from confessing. It was also the streak of inferiority in him that rivaled Stretch’s.

At Cash’s door, Stretch knocked. A moment later, it opened.

Cash lifted a brow, once again creating a chasm to keep his distance. “Yes?”

“I need to talk to you.” No, he needed to fuck him up for pushing him away again.

Cash stepped aside. “Talk,” he commanded, slamming the door shut.

Perhaps, starting from where his time with Fee ended would get through to Cash. “I had unprotected sex with Fee today. She wants a baby sooner rather than later. I’m willing to be its father, so you don’t have that burden if you don’t want it. But if we don’t want to lose her, we have to give her what she wants. Besides, I see no reason not to have a baby.”

For a moment, Cash stared, before he narrowed his eyes. “You’re shitting me, right?”

“No. This is nothing to joke about.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“I’ve never felt saner or more in control,” he admitted, the truth shocking him. “Fee and I love you. We want you with us. We want to make us work. The time has arrived to get off the fucking pot and move forward. If you can’t do that, Fee and I will make a go of it. Somehow, I’ll convince Outlaw to trust that I won’t fuck over her with you. I want what she wants.” He swallowed, the do or die moment undeniable. “I’m going to fight for her. Try my best to convince Fee to stay with me. With or without you.”

“With or without me?” he echoed with incredulity. “Are you fucking kidding me? You barge in my fucking room, telling me you stuck your cock in her and came without benefit of protection…Fuck you. There’s no fucking way Outlaw will accept me right now for her. I have a plan to show him I’m right for her. We’re right for her.”

“How? What the fuck are you doing to advance the campaign?” As far as Stretch saw, not a fucking thing. “While you’re strategizing, we’re going to lose her.”

“First, you tell me I’m an aimless, goal-less motherfucker. Now, you’re telling me I’m a ball-less one.”

“Your words, asshole. Not mine,” Stretch growled. “I’d just call you a fucking coward.”

Cash rounded on him and shoved him. Unprepared, Stretch teetered back and fell against the nightstand.

“You have no right—”

Stretch straightened himself and went to Cash’s bed to sit. “I have every fucking right. The world isn’t stopping while you get your shit together to fight for us. Fee isn’t stopping.”

Glaring at him, Cash paced. At any moment, Stretch expected him to throw him out of the room. Cash surprised him, though.

“What do you propose? If she’s pregnant, we have to get all the legal issues settled.” He shrugged, his veneer of nonchalance dropping into his face. “You two should marry. That’s what she’s always wanted.”

“Weeks ago, we agreed that we’d find a way where we’d all be on equal ground,” he reminded him, wanting to strip Cash of his indifference. “Marriage won’t do that. We can create a partnership. A corporation. An LLC. Something like that.”