Chapter 20 Cash
Chapter twenty
Cash
Ikeep Cece’s hand firmly clasped in mine as we walk back to the house. I’d rather carry her in my arms like I did when we got back from the Bone Breakers’ clubhouse, but I got the sense that she needed to walk out of that shed on her own two feet.
She says nothing as we walk inside, nothing as I lead her to the room we’re occupying, and she remains silent as I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. Thank the gods there’s running water.
“You need a shower, sweetheart,” I say as she stands in the middle of the bedroom.
“Will you take one with me? I don’t want to be without you.”
I nod. “Of course.”
We walk into the small bathroom, and I take her shirt off her, then her bra. Next, I slide her jeans and panties down before gathering all of her clothes in my arms.
“These need to be destroyed. Is it okay if I leave for just a second?” She nods. “I’ll be right back,” I say and head out of the house.
Jude is standing outside, smoking a cigarette. “She okay?” he asks.
“Yeah. Can you get rid of these?” I hold out the filthy clothes to him.
“Yeah. I’ll scrounge up something for her to change into, too.” He takes the clothes and walks over to an old oil colander that looks like someone had burned some shit in it at one point.
I walk back into the house and to the bedroom, finding Cece still standing in the middle of the small bathroom.
“I didn’t want to touch anything,” she says, holding her bloodstained hands out.
I strip out of my clothes and throw them in the corner. I can deal with those later. Right now, my woman needs me.
Stepping into the bathroom, I shut the door behind me and clasp her bloody hands. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.”
We step into the beige-tiled shower, and I put her hands under the stream of hot water, watching the red swirl in the water before it goes down the drain.
“I killed him.” She shakes her head. “I should feel bad. At least, I think I should. I took a life. But I don’t feel bad about it.”
“What do you feel?” I ask as I turn her around to look at me.
“Free. Like the weight I’ve been carrying is gone. I didn’t even realize how heavy it was, but now I know. Now that he’s dead, I know for certain I’m safe.” She looks at me with worry in her gaze. “Do you think I’m a monster?”
I shake my head. “No, sweetheart. No, I think you’re a vengeful goddess who slayed her demon. I think you’re amazing.”
She lets out a sigh and tilts her head back in the spray. Dirt and water circle the drain, and I grab a bottle of cheap shampoo from the corner of the shower, pouring some into my hand.
“Tell me if I’m doing this wrong,” I say and bring my hands to her head. “I’ve never washed a woman’s hair before.” I massage the shampoo into her scalp. I need to take care of her. Need to show her my devotion and love by doing something for her.
“That feels amazing,” she says and lets out a little moan.
I ignore my hardening cock and rinse the suds from her hair, then grab the soap and run it over her wet skin. When she’s finished rinsing, she places her hands on my hips and turns us so that I’m now the one under the spray.
“Your turn,” she says and grabs the shampoo bottle. “You’re going to have to help me out here.” I tip my head forward and let her run her soapy hands through my hair.
“You’re right, that does feel good,” I say then tilt my head back to rinse out my hair.
Next, she grabs the soap and creates a thick lather in her hands before running them over my chest and down my arms.
“This is the first time I’ve washed a man’s body,” she says, her hands reaching behind me and running up and down my back. “How am I doing?”
Her wet, naked body pressed against mine is causing the wires in my brain to fritz the fuck out, but I answer her. “Good, sweetheart. Perfect.”
She smiles up at me and stands on her tiptoes, pressing her mouth to mine. I wrap my arms around her waist and open my mouth, letting our tongues tangle in a slow, erotic kiss.
“I need you,” she whispers. “I need you inside me.”
I pull back and search her eyes. They’re filled with nothing but love and adoration, but I still pause.
“Please, Cash. I need to feel something real. Something good.”
It’s the please that does it for me.
I crash my mouth to hers, taking her face in my palms and stroking my tongue inside her eager mouth.
“You have to stay quiet. Can you do that?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
One hand leaves her face, and I trail it down the smooth planes of her stomach, running it over her pussy, then dip my finger inside her.
She’s so hot and wet already, and we’ve barely started.
I pull my finger out and find her clit, swirling over it again and again.
Cece’s breath quickens as does my finger.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” she whimpers, looking down at my hand then back to my eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby,” I reply, and then I slide two fingers inside her and place my thumb over her clit. They pump in and out of her while the pressure from my thumb has her walls quivering in hardly any time at all.
“I’m going to come,” she whispers, and I crash my mouth to hers, swallowing every throaty moan that falls from her mouth.
When those moans turn into soft whimpers, I remove my hand and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking each one clean.
She watches me with hooded eyes, and a grin tips the corner of my mouth.
“Fucking delicious,” I say, then take her mouth in another kiss.
I love the taste of her on my lips as I swirl my tongue with hers.
Without breaking the kiss, I wrap her legs around my hips, lining her center with my hard cock.
“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” I say as I band one arm around her waist and the other against the wall behind her to hold us steady.
Her hand reaches for me, and she grips my length as I push inside her.
The feeling nearly brings me to my knees as my hips thrust upward, dragging myself in and out of her perfect heat.
The muscles of my arms strain from holding her up, but I need to see her face, need to look into the depths of her blue eyes as I take her against the shower wall.
“Goddamn, baby, you feel so fucking good,” I whisper as the water beats down on our bodies, and I pump my hips over and over.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “God, don’t stop.”
Her pussy clamps down, and quiet gasps fall from her kiss-swollen lips as she comes.
I thrust inside one, two, three more times before I explode inside her.
My mouth crashes to hers again, and I let out a quiet groan.
Fuck, she feels too good to stay silent.
I don’t know what my brothers and Liam’s team are doing right now, but I hope to hell they didn’t just hear me make my woman come all over my dick.
My kisses slow, and when I pull away, Cece has a glow to her bright eyes.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask as she stares up at me when I set her on her feet.
“I feel on top of the world right now. So happy I could scream. That’s because of you.”
I shake my head. “No. That’s all you. I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to see that smile.”
I kiss her forehead and rinse myself off, then cup my hand to collect water and help Cece rinse me from her body.
“I love how you always take care of me,” she says with a smile when I turn the shower off.
Leaning down, I kiss my woman again, unable to keep my lips from her skin.
“I always will, sweetheart.”
Two hours later, Cece and I are curled up on the couch together.
Jude left a change of clothes for her outside the bedroom door.
I don’t love having Cece in another man’s clothes, but I only brought one extra set.
Apparently, Sawyer, being Sawyer, had a few changes stashed away, so he lent them to her.
He’ll be getting those back as soon as humanly fucking possible.
Jude, Linc, and Braxton walk in and see me on the couch with Cece curled up, asleep on my chest.
“We’re about done,” Braxton says. “All of us need a shower and to change before we get on the plane, though.”
“Feel free,” I say, nodding toward the bedroom.
“I wasn’t asking permission. There’re only two bathrooms in this place and I’m not about to hose off outside like Liam’s team seems perfectly content to do.”
They’ve probably had to clean up in worse places than this through the years.
Braxton heads into the bedroom Cece and I used and Linc heads into the other one.
Jude sits on the couch across from us.
“We’ll be wheels up within the hour,” he says.
“You must be happy getting back to Lucy,” I say, knowing how fucking pissed she is at this entire situation.
Jude waves his hand. “I’m excited to calm her down with my dick,” he replies with a salacious grin.
“Fucking gross, Jude. That’s my sister,” Cece mumbles against my chest.
“Sorry, Little Bit. Thought you were asleep.”
“I was until you started talking about my sister and your dick.”
I chuckle and Cece looks up at me with smiling eyes. “Hi,” she whispers, and I lean down and kiss her softly on the mouth.
“Hi, baby.”
“Speaking of sisters, could you not make out with mine in front of me?”
My smile broadens, and I kiss my woman again. “No.”
“Fucking wanker.”
When the plane touches down on the old airstrip not far from the clubhouse, Cece’s knee is bouncing up and down.
“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. You guys will work it out.”
Cece hasn’t asked to call Lucy, and Lucy hasn’t tried to get in contact with her, either. The silence has my woman nervous as hell.
“I’ve never heard her so angry,” she says, referring to when Lucy threatened to kill her. Obviously, it wasn’t a real threat of actual murder, but yeah, she was angrier at Cece than I’ve ever heard her. “I think I may have really fucked it up this time.”
“I think it’s time the two of you got to know each other. The real people you are today, not the sisters you were ten years ago.”
“Hopefully she’ll talk to me.”
“Cece, your sister loves you with a fierceness I’ve never seen from her. She’ll talk to you. She may yell, but she’ll talk. Eventually.”
Cece blows out a breath as the ramp descends. Lucy, Charlie, Maizie, Mia, and Freya start walking toward the plane. My brothers rush out of the cargo plane toward their women, wrapping them in their arms.
All except Jude. No, that cocky bastard strolls down the ramp with a wide smile on his face as he approaches his woman.
“You still pissed?” he asks, and she sends him a glare that would have most men cupping their balls out of protective instinct.
“Am I still mad? Jude Ashcroft, you haven’t even seen mad, you fucking son of a—”
Before she can finish her sentence, he grabs her around the waist and kisses her so hard she bends backward.
Her hands grab him by the back of his shirt—I’m sure to tear him away.
But it only takes moments before her palms flatten against him, and she clings to him as he makes out with her in front of everyone.
“Get a room. Jesus, no one needs to see that shite,” Liam says, striding off the plane.
Jude sets his woman back to rights and moves to stand beside her as Cece and I make our way over.
“Hi,” Cece says meekly.
“Jude told me what you did. How you ended it. Are you okay?” Lucy asks her sister. “I know, I know, I’m not supposed to keep asking you that.”
Cece steps forward and wraps her arms around her sister. Immediately, Lucy does the same and they stand, holding each other as Cece cries. I even see Lucy’s eyes fill with tears, and that’s a first for me.
“I love you, sister,” Cece says. “I had to go, but I’m so sorry I scared you. But you understand, right? Why I had to be there?”
“Honestly, if you would have told me your plan, I would have come with you,” Lucy replies. Jude groans, standing next to me. “You’re my sister. I would walk through fire for you. Don’t ever doubt that. And don’t ever do that again.”
Cece shakes her head. “I won’t. I promise.”
Lucy nods and releases Cece from her hold. “Okay then. Let’s get out of here and grab some lunch. I’m starving.”
“I’m disappointed, Lucifer. I thought you would have lunch ready for me when I got home,” Jude jokes.
Lucy turns her head toward Jude. “It’s your goddamn fault I’m hungry all the time now, so you can cook your own fucking meals.”
Jude looks at her with a confused expression, and Cece gasps.
“What the hell is going on?” Jude asks.
“Your demon spawn has implanted itself in my uterus, and I’m pregnant,” Lucy says.
Jude’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he opens and closes his mouth several times, struck completely speechless.
“Charlie made me take a test yesterday. She said I was even crazier than usual lately.”
“Lucy, you called Liam to have Cash taken out. That’s a little much, even for you,” Charlie says, standing with Linc’s arm draped over her shoulders.
Lucy turns to me. “Sorry about that.”
I shrug. “No big deal. But maybe don’t go around punching people for the next nine months.”
“Fair enough,” she replies.
“I’m going to be a father?” Jude whispers, staring at his woman’s still flat stomach.
“I’m going to be a father!” He grabs her around the waist and kisses her indecently on the mouth.
“I love you so much, Lucifer. Fuck, I can’t wait to see you swell with my baby,” he says and places his palms over her belly.
Cece comes to stand next to me and wraps her arm around my waist as I throw mine over her shoulder.
“I love you too, you fucking caveman. Now feed us, please. The baby wants a giant cheeseburger.”
He kisses her again, and they start toward the cars parked about a hundred feet from the plane.
“I get to be an auntie,” Cece says with tears in her eyes. “I get to see my sister become a mom. I never thought…” She shakes her head and clears her throat. “I never thought life would be this good. That I would have this family. Or you.”
“Until I take my last breath, sweetheart. I’m yours until the day I die.”