Chapter 17 Cece
Chapter seventeen
Cece
When Cash shows up at the house, he takes the bag I packed and puts it in one of his saddlebags before I pull my helmet over my head and climb on his bike behind him.
I love wearing his shirt in the morning, but I’m a little tired of not having something clean to change into after spending the night.
“How about a ride?” he asks.
“Perfect,” I reply.
God, I love being on the back of his motorcycle with him.
When he would take me out before anything started between us, I would fantasize about being with him, really being with him.
That I was his woman, and after the ride, he would take me home and kiss me for the rest of the night.
Now, that fantasy is a reality, and it’s better than I could have ever imagined. And I have a very vivid imagination.
We ride through the windy country roads with my arms wrapped around Cash, his hand resting on my thigh pressed against his. It’s peaceful and exciting all at the same time, the way most things are between us.
We stop at a diner about an hour from Shine and grab some lunch. It’s summertime and the weather is perfect today, so the patio is busy as we eat our food. He leans over and kisses me sweetly on the mouth.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“I fucking love that I get to kiss you any damn time I please. Especially now that everyone knows you’re mine.”
“It’s not like anyone here knows who we are,” I say with a laugh.
“Doesn’t matter. There’s no need to sneak around or go for rides under the pretense of being just friends, or you being at my house only to bake for Betsy.
Now everyone knows you’re on the back of my bike because you’re mine.
I can kiss you whenever I want, and you’re at my house because you can’t stand to be away from me. ” He tosses me a wicked smile.
“Oh, is that why I’m over there?” I mean, the answer is obviously yes, but still, it’s awfully bold of him to assume.
His eyebrow quirks, but that damn smile remains on his face. “You trying to tell me it’s not? That you aren’t as addicted to me as I am to you?”
“I would, but that would make me a liar, so…” I lean over and kiss him like I’ve wanted to be free to do so many times in the last month. A lot longer than that, if I’m being honest.
We finish lunch, then Cash and I ride out to the quarry. It’s late afternoon, but there’s still plenty of time before the sun sets.
He gets off the bike and grabs a roll that’s attached to the back.
“Figured we could spend some time here and not have rocks cutting into our asses,” he says as he lays a blanket on the ground.
Cash sits down and pats the spot between his legs. Instead of sitting on the blanket, though, I move my leg over his hips, then sit on his lap, facing him.
“That’s a much better idea,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me.
“I thought so, too.”
My arms are draped over his shoulders as Cash runs his hands up and down my back lightly, tasting the skin at my neck.
“I swear I didn’t bring you out here to make out with you like a horny teenager, but fuck, sweetheart, I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.
” He lowers his head to my shoulder and places a wet kiss there.
“Or my lips.” He runs his tongue along my throat until it reaches my chin, then he bites gently. “Or my tongue.”
“You don’t hear me complaining,” I say, and his deep chuckle reverberates from his chest into mine. “However, I did want to come here and make out.”
Cash chuckles again, and I decide it’s one of my favorite sounds in the entire world.
We continue our lazy, unhurried strokes, but it doesn’t take much for the heat to begin building inside me. I gasp when he lightly nibbles on my ear, then let out a quiet moan when his hand cups my breast over my shirt, his thumb brushing my nipple in a soft, sweeping motion.
He leans his head back and stares at me through hooded eyes, and my hips begin to rotate slightly over his hardening length as if they have a mind of their own.
Anytime Cash touches me like this, an instinctual part of my brain takes over, and my body moves in whatever way feels natural, whatever feels good.
I don’t even have to think about it because I know nothing happens between Cash and me that isn’t absolutely spectacular.
“You look so fucking pretty sitting on me while you rub yourself against me,” he says, leaning back a bit more, allowing his gaze to slowly travel up and down my body. “Fuck, sweetheart, we need to pack up and get back to the house, or I’m going to end up taking you on this blanket.”
A ghost of a smile sweeps across my lips as my hands travel to the hem of his shirt. “I wouldn’t mind. This is our place, after all.”
“You make it easy to lose control,” he says, still looking at me.
“And yet you haven’t,” I taunt.
I should have known better.
Cash shoots forward, taking my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.
“I fucking love your lips,” he pants when he briefly breaks the kiss, then dives back in as though he’s starving for them.
His hands grip the hem of my shirt, and he whips it over my head, letting it fall to the blanket.
“And your perfect tits.” He dips his head and sucks my nipple in his mouth over the white cotton of my bra.
When he pulls away, I look down, and the fabric is wet from his mouth, my nipple poking through.
He moves to the other side and does the same while he twists the one that was just in his mouth. The sensation makes my center throb with need as I rub myself over his hard cock through our jeans.
Cash undoes the clasp of my bra, letting the material fall from my body, then rolls forward, laying us on the blanket.
When he takes my naked breast in his mouth again, I moan in pleasure, my back arching.
His hand trails down my stomach, and he flicks the button of my jeans open.
His fingers immediately find me wet as he strums my pussy like the fucking expert he’s become at bringing me to unimaginable heights within moments of touching me.
Cash has become so attuned to me that touching me exactly where I need is almost second nature to him.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me already,” he says, sliding one finger, then two, into my core.
I cry out as his fingers expertly move inside me while his thumb rubs my swollen clit. His face hovers over mine, and my mouth falls open, moan after moan tumbling from my throat.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cece, riding my hand like this. I want you to drench my fingers, baby.”
Pressure builds fast as his hand moves inside my panties with his eyes on me, his breath tickling my face. He must feel the moment my walls begin to tighten because his grin turns absolutely feral as both of our breaths come out in hard pants.
“That’s it, baby. Right there?”
I nod furiously. “Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop.”
“I got you, sweetheart. Fuck,” he moans as my pussy squeezes his talented fingers, and I let out a cry of pure pleasure. His motions never cease as I ride his hand through my orgasm, stars bursting behind my eyelids when I squeeze them shut.
“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see how good I make you feel,” Cash commands.
When I do, there’s so much love in his that it nearly brings me to happy tears as my body comes down.
“I need to be inside you,” he says and removes his hand from my pants, licking his fingers clean before he grips the waist of my jeans and pulls them down my legs.
“God, I don’t think I’ve ever needed anything more.
” He has my boots and jeans off and tossed to the side in record time before he shoves his over his hips.
It takes a couple of frustrating moments for him to undress.
When he does, he kneels between my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist. Cash lifts my hips, and in one swift motion, he’s buried so deep inside me all I can feel is him pumping in and out of me at a furious pace, so intense, and so, so right.
One of his hands grips my hip as the other finds my clit, and he begins rubbing, the delicious friction quickly bringing me to the brink of what I know is going to be another earth-shattering high.
“Fuck, Cece. Are you going to come for me again? Let me hear it, baby.”
My head tilts toward the sky, and I let out a scream, my second orgasm burning through me so furiously I feel like I may actually ignite right here.
Cash bands an arm around my waist and pulls me up, smashing his chest against mine as he roars out his own release.
I feel him jerk inside me over and over, coming deep inside me.
God, I’ve never felt so full to my very soul than I do when I’m connected to him, both of us finding such mind-bending pleasure in each other.
His hand is tangled in my hair, massaging the back of my head as we both catch our breath.
“I love you,” he says against my mouth. “So fucking much, Cece.”
“I love you, too.”
Once again, his lips connect with mine, but this kiss is languid and slow as though we have all the time in the world to get lost in each other.
He pulls his mouth away and looks me in the eye, kissing my damp forehead. “We should probably get back to the house at some point. At least put some clothes on so I’m not showing the entire world my ass.”
“It’s only me and the birds out here, and I don’t know about them, but I personally love seeing your ass.”
Cash chuckles into my neck, and I smile.
Nothing could possibly take me down from this high today. Absolutely nothing.
When we get back to the house, I go upstairs and hang the few clothes I have with me.
I step back and take a look at my clothes alongside the ones he keeps here.
They look good next to each other. I jog back down the stairs and find Cash on the front porch, rocking in his chair and looking out over the front of his property.
It’s dusk, which is my favorite time of day to spend out here.
He looks at me in the doorway, a smile creeping across his mouth and holds out his arm in invitation. I walk over to him and sit on his lap before he wraps his arms around my middle.
“I have to take a trip tomorrow,” he tells me.
I’m accustomed to the brothers having to go on runs, but they don’t usually call them “trips.” That term piques my interest.
“Where are you going?”
“Arizona.”
The breath stalls in my chest, and my body becomes as rigid as a plank of wood.
“Why?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“It’s time to take care of the Bone Breakers. We’re done waiting for them to make another move. We were waiting for Liam to get back from wherever he was, and now that he is, we’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Did you…did you tell Liam and the rest of your brothers what they did to me?”
His hand rubs my arm in an attempt to comfort me. “No, sweetheart. And I won’t. They only know what they saw in the hotel room. That’s your story, and I won’t ever repeat it.”
“I want to go with you,” I say, and he immediately shakes his head.
“No, baby. It’s way too dangerous. There are too many variables, and I can’t have you as one of them.”
“Cash, you know I can handle myself,” I argue. “I want to be there when those assholes take their last breaths.”
“Cece, I’m not going to budge.”
I jump up from his lap and start pacing the front porch. Anger, hurt and disappointment in the fact that he’s telling me what I can and can’t do flow through me at rapid-fire speed.
“What makes you think you can tell me what I can do? You’ve seen me fight. Even Roman knows how skilled I am. Why don’t you see it?”
Cash leans forward. “I don’t give a shit what Roman says,” he replies, his jaw tightening. “He’s never walked into a clubhouse filled with armed, sadistic fucks like I have.”
“You think you can stop me? I’m coming!”
“I’m the one with the plane, and I say no.” His tone leaves no room for argument. Not that it’s going to stop me from trying.
“What are you talking about? What plane?”
Cash blows out a breath and sits back in his chair. “Liam knows a guy who knows a guy. We’re taking off in the morning.”
I cross my arms over my chest and stare into the front yard, stewing in silence and going through every possibility in my head.
“So what am I supposed to do, huh? Sit around and wait for you to get back like a good little woman?” I finally ask.
He shakes his head and stands, walking over to me and putting his arms around my waist. I don’t uncross my arms, and I’m still stiff, but I let him hold me, even though I’m pissed as hell.
“You’re going to stay here where it’s safe. Where those assholes have no shot of getting to you again. If you came with us, they’d have a chance to hurt you. There’s no way in hell I’m going to allow you to be put in that situation.”
I understand what he’s saying. Truly. But Cash will never understand the soul-deep need I have for vengeance.
He’ll never fully understand what I went through.
And that’s okay. There’s no way for him to know.
But because of that, he’ll never see where I’m coming from.
It’s not a question of putting myself in danger.
There is no way to stay completely safe one hundred percent of the time on this planet.
This is a matter of me weighing the potential outcome of that danger.
Regardless of what he says or how much he begs, this is a decision I have to make for myself.
“I hate this,” I say, which is not a lie at all.
“I know you do, sweetheart. But you have to understand this is a different situation than what you do with Roman. These guys won’t hesitate to shoot first and ask questions later. We don’t know exactly what we’re walking into, but it’s going to be ugly, I’m certain of at least that.”
I drop my arms and wrap them around Cash.
“When we get back, I can promise you there will be nothing left of that fucking club.”
He’s right. When we get back, there won’t be.