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“Oh my god,” I groaned, pushing back into him, shameless, uninhibited.
“Come,” he demanded, his other hand going to my breast and squeezing hard. Then it shot through my system, frantic, almost blinding in its intensity. “Fuck that feels good,” he groaned, still thrusting and as I came down and he was still fucking me, I realized we weren't done.
“Cash... I can't...”
“You will,” he said, withdrawing suddenly and rolling onto his back.
“What are you doing?” I asked, forcing my come-drunk limbs to move so I could face him.
“You're going to ride me. Normal cowgirl or reverse, your choice,” he told me, all smiles with his hands resting behind his head.
“You can't be serious.”
“Saddle up,” he smirked, patting his hipbone.
And, well, was there really any way to refuse a man like him? Looking as self-satisfied as he looked? Offering to let me pick the position like he'd be equally happy no matter what I chose.
In the end, I threw one leg over his body, going full-on cowgirl because I wanted to watch his face as I rode him. One of his hands released his head and moved down his body to grab his cock and hold it up for me to slide onto. And I did, glorying every thick inch.
“Beautiful,” he said when he was buried deep, looking up at me with my head thrown back. My head tilted down and I studied him with heavy-lidded eyes and realized with absolute clarity that he was trouble. He was the one, the one who was capable of getting in and putting down roots. “Stop thinking,” he demanded, his hand drifting casually up and down my thigh.
I smiled down at him. “Good idea,” I agreed, taking the lead and driving us both to completion, covered in sweat, panting, loud.
I collapsed onto his chest, my head buried under his neck. His arms were draped casually around my back. My body was jumping slightly in aftershocks, my leg muscles trembling from the strain, but there was nothing in the world that could tear me away from him in that moment.
“Did you know Wolf and Janie are fucking?”
Okay.
There was one thing that could tear me away from him, and it did. I flew upward, falling onto my ass beside him, throwing my hair out of my face. “What?” I heard myself screech.
“I'll take that as a no,” he smiled lazily, turning on his side toward me and stroking his hand over my breast, the nipple hardening immediately.
“What the fuck do you mean they are fucking?”
Cash's brows drew together at my tone. “After you passed out from the pain meds, I ran over to Wolf's. He's been MIA and everyone was getting worried. Apparently, he was hauled up with Janie.”
He was hauled up with Janie.
That made no sense.
“Did he tell you that?”
“No. I saw her myself. Talked to her. If anything, Wolf seemed pissed to be interrupted. Though,” he said, pressing his hand between my legs and brushing through my wetness, “I get that.”
“How do you know they are fucking?” I asked, swatting his hand away.
Janie didn't sleep around. That wasn't her way. She didn't do casual. She wasn't exactly social. She was standoffish. She didn't go out of her way to meet or connect with men. Not that I blamed her. She just wasn't interested.
“She was on his bed in his shirt... and nothing else.”
Holy shit.
Okay. That was good. She was okay. She was still in town. Cash was still in the dark about her setting the bombs. Which, I hoped, meant everyone else was clueless as well.
“Was she alright?” I asked, unable to stop the desperate emotion from leaking into my voice.
Cash's brows drew together. “You saw how Wolf reacted when he thought I hit you. No way in hell would he ever hurt her.”
“Cash...” I pleaded, needing more.
“She was fine, Lo. A little banged up but...”
“Banged up?” I yelled, my eyes bugging out, my heart slamming in my chest.
“Nothing. Just a couple scratches on her face, a bandage on her arm. Looked like she maybe fell and got some cuts is all. She was fine, baby.”
“You were just sitting on this?” I exploded, slamming my hands into his chest. Unprepared, he fell back onto the mattress, watching me like I had lost my mind.
“What the hell, Lo?”
“She's hurt and you don't tell me? She's in one of The Henchmen's houses and you don't tell me?”
He sat back up, shaking his head at me. “I thought you knew. She's your girl. Thought you were tight.”
“We were tight until she didn't pick me up from Reign's and fucking disappeared!”
Shit. Shit shit shit. I hadn't meant to say that.
“What?” he asked, like he hadn't heard me. Of course he heard me. I had been screaming. “What do you mean she disappeared?”
My gaze fell to my knees, unsure how the hell I could get out of this.
“Lo?”
“She didn't pick me up and she didn't come back to Hailstorm either. No one has heard from her. I've called. I've texted.”
“Maybe she just wanted a break. She eats, sleeps, and breathes Hailstorm. I know you probably think Wolf is...”
“Unhinged?” I supplied.
“But he's a good guy. If she's with him and not answering, she's got to be happy.”
If she was alone with any man, in his house, half-naked... she was anything but happy. She was... I didn't even want to think about it.
“I need to see her.”
“Christ, babe. I don't think I was even supposed to tell you I saw her. I can't be bringing you there.”
“Look, I get your loyalty. What you feel for Wolf... that's what I feel for Janie. You have to bring me to her.”
Something happened then that was so shocking, I felt it in the uncomfortable swirling in my stomach- a guard came down over his face, locking calm, jocular, cocky Cash away, leaving nothing behind. Just a biker. A faceless Henchmen.
“Sorry, Lo. Can't.” Even his voice didn't sound like him.
So that was the way it was.
Well, that was to be expected in a way I guess. Brotherhood before everything, especially 'bitches'. That was how an MC worked. What part of me had gotten confident enough to think that I would change it, that my asking would somehow outweigh that?
