Misfit(253)
Fee giggled.
“Fuck off,” Cash growled.
“What do you want, Fee?” Stretch asked.
“I want you to spend the night with me.” Every night, for the rest of their lives. “So let’s eat to fortify our strength.”
“On one condistion,” Cash said.
“What’s that?”
Cash exchanged a look with Stretch.
“Don’t put your clothes back on,” Stretch answered.
“I hadn’t intended to,” Fee retorted, then sashayed away.
“Are you sure you’re good, sweetheart?” Cash asked, three days later, sitting in her living room.
“I’m fine, Cash.” Fee answered, sitting across from him.
Yesterday morning after their sex fest of the night before, they’d departed together. This morning, Stretch left an hour ago, while Cash lingered to prepare breakfast and coffee for the two of them. She’d picked over her food, her appetite not fully returned with all she’d been through.
“Where did Stretch go?”
“Stretch is doing Outlaw’s bidding,” Cash answered.
Whatever that meant. “Oh.”
“Don’t worry. You have to take care of yourself, sweetheart.”
“I’m trying. I am,” she added, then frowned. “I mean I will.” She couldn’t think beyond Christopher’s anger. Remembering his look of betrayal and hurt broke Fee’s heart. She should never have agreed to Kendall’s stupidity. In the end, she had been the stupid one. “Eventually.”
“Stretch and I need you, Fee.”
She allowed those words to sink in. Before now and for the past few weeks, Cash had been in the background. Stretch said he wanted them, but Fee wasn’t sure. He sat in her living room, composed and confident, with not a hint of need. Cash had always had an I own the world mentality. Not that he shouldn’t. He was a handsome devil and a very attentive lover. Muscles strained against his T-shirt and his neat, brown hair pronounced his military background. But it was those blue eyes that spoke volumes. They were intense and intimidating. Until she’d spent alone time with Stretch, she’d never realized how much Cash daunted her.
“Do you really need me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you two coming back tonight?”
“I will,” he answered. “I can’t speak for Stretch.”
She couldn’t see why he wouldn’t.
“I’ll call him. Text him,” she changed, thinking of Christopher. If he was anywhere near Stretch when she called, she’d receive no answer. Beyond having sex, flirting, eating, and small talk, they hadn’t done much else. Now, they needed to get serious, move on either way. “I need to talk to the two of you.”
“If it’s about you getting pregnant, I already know.”
He didn’t sound upset. As a matter-of-fact, he didn’t sound anything.
“I must seem so wishy-washy, Cash. Going from telling you two to be together, to letting Stretch try to make a baby with me.”
He grinned at her. “You’re wishy-washy and I’m a coward. One is as bad as the other.”
“Christopher doesn’t care,” she said miserably. Not because Cash’s life was still in danger.
“He loves you. He’s just angry right now. Hence, my continued cowardice. He gives ass beatings like no other motherfucker I know.”
Fee didn’t want to dwell on her brother’s more brutal side. “Stretch intends to go to Christopher.”
“Outlaw might punch Stretch. He’d fucking stomp me. I like my dick on the outside of my body and my brain inside my head. I have an idea to save my ass and still be with you.”
Fee giggled. “When don’t you have an idea?” Cash was resourceful along with all his other qualities.
Cash smiled. “I was thinking to let him cool down. Forgive you. Once he processes it all, he’ll get a handle on everything. Including our relationship. Stretch wants us to get everything in place before we go to Outlaw.”
That was news to her. How had she missed that? “Really?”
“Yeah, babe. The morning you two were together, he came to me. So much shit’s happened since then that we haven’t talked about it again.” He drew in a breath, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, flushing. “When you two decided he’d knock you up.”
She frowned, thinking of the past two nights. She didn’t want to point out that he’d come in her, too, as it dawned on her that she hadn’t given Cash the choice to wear a condom as she had with Stretch.
Crap.
Had that been a sub-conscious decision on her part? Damn, damn, damn.