Chapter Twenty
Cash
She both pissed me off and turned me the fuck on when she cursed at me. When she called me out about Rachel, it momentarily threw me for a loop until I saw it for what it was.
She was jealous.
And scared.
Two emotions I could work with. I knew just how to make her feel secure about both. I kissed her until she melted against my chest. Forgoing any foreplay, I didn’t let my hands wander around her body.
What I did was distract her long enough to unbutton her jeans and shove my hand between her legs.
“You are so fucking wet, Rosie. Does fighting with me turn you on?” I slid my finger along the crease, dipping it into her cunt to gather some of her cream before I swirled it around her clit.
The loud moan she released had me grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat. Her hand grabbed my wrist, and I thought for sure she would pull me away. But she just held on. I flipped her around so her back was against my chest and held her tight with one hand while I revved her up with the other.
“I want you to come for me, Rosie. Come all over my fingers. Let me worship my Kytten’s pussy,” I groaned into her ear, before letting my tongue trace around the edge. I bit her earlobe, and she cried out, her legs buckling under her.
She weighed next to nothing, and I easily held her against me as I rubbed the little button of nerves. When I slid my hand down further, she whimpered. There wasn’t much room for my big ass hands in her tiny little cunt, but I wasn’t taking a chance she would stop me before I made her come.
I would have to make it work.
Her arm slid up around my neck, and she tugged on my hair. Pulling me closer as she tipped her face up to me. Her eyes were begging me to kiss her, and I wouldn’t let her down.
I took her mouth with force, as I pressed my finger inside her wet entrance.
A couple of pumps and I was adding another.
God, she was so goddamn sexy. The noises coming from her throat and the way she shook beneath me had my dick so fucking hard I thought it might punch through my jeans just to get closer to her.
When my thumb rubbed her clit as my fingers fucked her pussy, I felt her walls start to pulse. She was almost there. Just a little more.
“Come for me, Rosie. Come on my hand. Let me see you fall apart.”
Her eyes were closed tightly. Her hand pulled at my hand. When she bit her lip, I knew she was resisting.
“Trust me, Rosie. Trust me to catch you when you fall. Let yourself shatter, and I will catch every fucking piece.”
“Cash!” she screamed out my name, and I almost came myself. Her pussy gripped my fingers, preventing any more thrusting, but I curled them up and rubbed her G-spot as she shivered and shuddered in my arms.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered as she came back down. I dragged her to my bike and bent her over the seat. I yanked her jeans halfway down her thighs and leaned over to whisper, “I’m gonna fuck you now, unless you tell me no.”
“Cash,” she panted breathlessly.
“I need the words, Rosie. Tell me to fuck you, baby. Tell me to shove my cock inside you.”
My fingers probed at her, and she wiggled back toward me.
“Tell me what you want, Rosie.” I pushed my own jeans down, pulling my cock out and rubbing it through her soaked pussy. “What do you want, Rosie?” I nudged the head of my cock against her entrance. Her whimpers were getting louder.
“Say the words, baby.”
“Fuck me, Cash.”
“Thank fucking Christ.” I shoved my cock inside her. “Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight, baby.” I pulled back and rammed her again.
“Cash,” she cried out. One hand grabbed her hip; the other snaked up her front and collared her throat.
“I need you to come again, Rosie. I won’t last in this tight fucking cunt. You’re squeezing me so fucking good, baby.”
“I can’t,” she breathed.
“You fucking can. And you fucking will.” The hand holding her throat moved to her clit. I rubbed the little nub as I pounded into her from behind. When I felt the walls of her pussy strangling my cock, I pinched her clit and she screamed out her release.
She came so hard I thought she would break my dick. I tried to pump into her as she came, but the force with which she squeezed my cock caused my own release and I came with my own shout.
I kept her pinned to my bike until the black spots that overtook me finally receded.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
I kissed the back of her neck and felt my dick harden again.
“Cash, I have to go.”
“Baby, I want to fuck you again.” I began to move my hips, and she moaned against the seat she was pinned to. “One more, Rosie. Give me one more.”
I fucked her again, quicker and harder. When she came a third time, her scream was hoarse. And the raspy sound of her release triggered my own.
“Fuck, baby.” I pulled out of her and watched as my cum leaked from her entrance. I used my fingers to push it back in. I didn’t know if she was on birth control. I didn’t ask. I didn’t fucking care one way or the other.
When she began to stir, I pulled up her jeans and then my own. I turned her around and wrapped my arms around her. “Can I tell Ryder and Ellie we’ll have dinner with them tomorrow?”
“Okay,” she sighed.
I waited on the street for Rosie to arrive. I wanted to pick her up, but she still wouldn’t tell me where she was staying.
As the minutes passed by, I began to think she’d chickened out. But just as I gave up hope, I heard her bike.
She pulled up beside my bike and backed into the spot in front of The Bookstore.
“Why are we meeting them here?” she asked, looking at the store.
“They live upstairs.”
Her eyes bulged. “We’re eating in their home? You didn’t tell me that. I thought we were going out.”
“Why are you freaking out?”
“Because in their home there is no escape if things go bad.”
I pulled her to me and wrapped my body around hers, kissing her nose, and said, “Nothing is going to go bad. Come on.” I pulled her around back and up the stairs.
Before I could knock, the door swung open and Ellie’s round belly greeted us, followed by Ellie. “Kytten! I’m so excited you’re here. Come in, come in.”
Ellie grabbed Rose by the hand and dragged her across the threshold. She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes pleading for rescue. I chuckled and followed after them.
“I didn’t know we were coming to your home. I would have brought something,” Rose said, clearly uncomfortable with what she had surmised was a lack of manners on her part.
“Oh, nonsense.” Ellie waved her off. “Ryder has everything under control.”
“Ryder cooked?” I asked, sniffing the air.
Ellie laughed. “Yup. I haven’t been able to handle cooking. Hopefully, once this little one is born, I can show him what I can do.”
Ellie directed Rose and I to sit on the couch. She swore Ryder would be right back; he had to pick something up to go with dinner.
Chrissy and Tabby came running into the room, and Tabby climbed right up in my lap as if no time had passed since the last time she saw me.
I snuggled her close, and Rose just watched us. Chrissy being Chrissy, broke the ice.
“I like your pink hair. Momma, can I have pink hair?” she asked, looking at Ellie over her shoulder.
“Absolutely not. It does look beautiful on Kytten. But Daddy would skin me alive if I let Simon color your hair. Maybe when your grown up and don’t have to do what Daddy says anymore.”
“That will never fucking happen, Chrissy,” Ryder called out as he entered the house. “You will always have to do what Daddy says.”
Rosie stiffened beside me, and I reached over and squeezed her knee. “He’s only joking,” I said with a wink.
“Like hell I am,” he snarked as he walked closer to the living room.
When I saw what was in his hand, I asked, “Is that what I think it is?”
He smiled at me. Actually smiled at me and answered, “Fuck yea. I asked her to make it as soon as you called.”
“Ryder’s mom makes the best cakes,” I told Rosie, leaning over but never taking my eyes off the cake box.
“Auntie Rachel says we should always have dessert first. Do you like dessert, Kytten?”
Rosie swallowed and looked at me. When I smiled and squeezed her knee again, her bottom lip trembled just a bit. Her hand latched onto mine, and with a wide smile, she turned to Chrissy. “I love dessert.”
Ellie and Ryder both exhaled. Ryder stared at Rosie before shaking his head as if to clear his mind.
“Let’s eat,” Ellie suggested, walking to Ryder and rubbing his arm. He kissed the top of her head and we all sat down.
Dinner went great, but Rose excused herself to the bathroom multiple times, and I was getting concerned.
“Are you ok?” I asked, leaning over to whisper in her ear. She gave me a fake smile and nodded. I let it go because I didn’t want to make an issue where there might not be one.
Not in front of Ellie and Ryder.
I wanted them to like her.
I wanted them to accept her.
By the time Ryder cut into his mother’s cake, Rosie had just come back from her fourth trip to the restroom. Waiting in the hall, I stopped her when she exited the room.
“What’s going on? Are you sick?”
“No.”
I watched her face, looking for a lie. She shifted her feet under my scrutiny, and I asked again, “What’s going on Rosie?”
She dropped her shoulders and closed her eyes. Pressing her forehead against my chest, she said, “I’m just a little overwhelmed. I needed a few minutes to myself.”
Lifting her face to mine, I asked, “Do you want to go?”
“No, I like them.” She looked down the hall. “I’m just not used to this kind of thing.”
“What kind of thing?”
“Can we talk about it later? They’re going to wonder what we’re doing.” She grabbed my hand and tugged me down the hall. I had no choice but to follow.
“Wow, this cake looks amazing.” She was wearing that fake ass smile again, and I didn’t fucking like it.
We ate the cake, and Rosie talked with both Ellie and Ryder, as well as the girls. Asking them all questions, but never really answering any of her own.
I didn’t push. Not wanting to upset her, I let her lead the conversation. When she insisted on helping Ellie with the dishes, Ryder motioned for us to step outside. I didn’t expect to like what he had to say, but he surprised me.
“I like her,” he said, pulling the door closed behind us, blocking out the females inside.
“But?”
“But she’s hiding something. She’s not using, is she?” I wrapped my hands around the railing. I understood why he asked. Her frequent bathroom trips were a red flag.
“No.” I shook my head, emphasizing my answer. “I’ve spent hours with her up on the mountain and she’s never done anything like this. She said she was overwhelmed and needed a minute. That she wasn’t used to this type of stuff.”
“What type of stuff?”
I looked over at him. “Family stuff would be my guess.”
“That makes sense.” He leaned back against the railing and folded his arms. “Look, I can’t say it doesn’t bother me at all that you met someone so soon, but reading Rachel’s letter helped. Thank you.”
“But?” I asked again, hopeful he would have something positive to say.
“But I can’t say I don’t like her. She reminds me of someone. And when Tabby crawled up in her lap while we ate the cake, I knew there was something special about her. Tabby doesn’t take to just anyone. Hell, Rachel had to work her ass off to get Tabby to trust her.”
He wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t until well after Tammi, Chrissy and Tabby’s mother, left that Tabby finally warmed up to Rachel.
“I’m just saying I wouldn’t vote against her,” he said, looking me in the eye.
My throat bobbed as I swallowed. “We aren’t there yet.”
“Yet,” he said with a grin.
We said our goodbye, and Rosie and I walked around the front where we left our bikes.
“Let me follow you home.”
“No, Cash.” She leaned up on her toes and grabbed my face, pulling it down to hers. I groaned when she pulled away.
“I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“You asked me to trust you. I’m asking you to trust me, too. I can take care of myself.”
She was right. I had to trust her if this was going to go somewhere. “Ok,” I conceded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Afternoon.”
“Morning,” I said, leaning down for one more kiss.
“There’s something I have to do in the morning.”
“What?”
She gave me her real smile, and I soaked it up. “Club business.” She winked before starting up her bike and roaring off. Leaving me standing on the sidewalk, watching her go.