Chapter Eighteen
Cash
She shoved me over onto my back and crawled to my feet. After removing my boots and socks, next came my jeans. She inched her way between my legs and when she licked her lips as she stared at my cock, I almost came then and there.
Fuck, she was sexy. I could almost see her drooling as she let her eyes feast on my naked body. I grabbed my dick in my hand and squeezed.
“You just gonna look at it, Rosie?”
Her eyes locked on mine and she gave me a feral grin. She shook her head as she got closer. Slapping my hand away, she replaced it with hers.
“Jesus, I can’t even get my hand around it,” she hissed.
“’Cause your hands are tiny. You know it fucking fits. Now get to it.” I pumped my hips in the air and she laughed. I expected her to straddle me and sink down on my dick, enveloping me in her warm wet pussy.
I did not expect her to lean over and suck it into her throat.
“FUCK!”
The feel of her soft lips sliding along my length had my eyes rolling back in my head. She pulled back, leaving only the head in her mouth, as she swirled her tongue around the rim.
“Jesus, Rosie, are you trying to kill me?”
Her deep chuckle vibrated against my flesh, and I fisted my hand in her hair. My breaths came out as choppy pants. My legs twitched under her hands as she squeezed my thighs.
“Fuck, Rosie, I’m gonna come.”
My admission had her doubling down on her efforts. She took me to the back of her throat. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she took me deeper until the head of my cock was lodged in her throat.
Then she swallowed.
And I lost my goddamn ever-loving mind as I shot my load into her mouth. No, not her mouth. Directly into her throat. She swallowed quickly, and I tried to pull back, but she held me in place.
Goddamn, I was a lucky son of a bitch.
Rose finally released my dick, but she wasn’t done. She licked along the length, catching anything she might have missed. I lifted my head to watch her and knew right then, I would never be able to watch her eat an ice-cream cone without coming in my pants.
She was so fucking sexy.
My dirty little Kytten.
I grabbed her biceps and hauled her up onto my chest, then devoured her lips, tasting the remains of my orgasm on her tongue. I wasn’t one of those pussies who couldn’t handle kissing his woman after he came in her mouth. Hell, I wanted to come in her pussy and lick her clean after.
Which reminded me why we came in here.
I flipped us over, so she lay beneath me, then I let my mouth wander over her skin. Tasting and tracing every tattoo I could find. There was a fuck ton of them, and I loved it. Lifting her arms over her head, I held them there with one hand.
Looking deep into her eyes, I asked her, “Do you know what I see when I look into your eyes, Rose?”
She turned away, and I grabbed her chin, forcing her back.
“Don’t fucking hide from me.” Her eyes welled with tears. I knew she was still struggling. The talk with her brother didn’t go quite as we planned, but every little fucking step was progress.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
She looked up at me, tears spilling over.
“What I see when I look into your eyes, Rose, is a future. A future I couldn’t see before you.
I see a house. Dogs and kids running around the yard.
Barbecues with my brothers and their old ladies.
I see myself walking a woman down the aisle.
One that looks just like you. Helping our son as he slides his arms into a prospect cut for the first time.
I see us fighting over who gets to hold our first grandbaby the most.”
She didn’t speak, but she gave me that beautiful fucking smile that I loved. The one that screamed her joy.
“You know what I don’t see? Neither of us crying over a grave. Because you’re it for me, Rosie. When you go, my life is over. We go together, or we don’t go at all.”
“I want that, Cash. All of it,” she whispered.
“All of that and more,” I said as I pushed my hard cock into her warm, wet cunt. I caught her gasp with my mouth. My tongue searching for more as I thrust inside her.
“So fucking good, Rose.” I sought out her tits, taking a nipple into my mouth, and she cried out when I nipped her. Her back arched into me as her head pressed back, exposing her throat.
I latched onto her neck, sucking hard near her shoulder, knowing it would leave a fucking mark. She was mine, and I wanted everyone in the goddamn world to know it.
“Harder, Cash.”
I pulled out, and she growled like a feral cat. I smiled and flipped her over. “Ass in the air, baby,” I said as I smacked her cheek. She glared at me over her shoulder and when I smacked the other side, her eyes rolled back in her head before they closed and she buried her face in the bed.
Grabbing her hips, I slammed back into her, taking her harder and faster like she asked me to do. She met me thrust for thrust as she pushed back against my onslaught.
Reaching under her, I played with her clit. “Come for me, Rose. Come on my cock, baby.”
I felt her getting close.
“Play with your clit, Rosie. Soak my cock with your cream.” With every dirty word, her pussy squeezed my cock. I wouldn’t last much longer. “Come for me, Rose. Squeeze me, baby. Milk me dry.”
Her body began to tremble, and I held her tighter while I fucked her pussy.
“Cash,” she moaned, and I felt the tingle begin at my spine.
“Now, Rose. Come with me, baby.”
“Cash, fuck.” She backed up against me as I pushed forward. Her hand beneath her, rubbing her clit, and her fingers brushing against my dick with every stroke in and out.
When she screamed out my name, I faltered, but regained my bearings quickly, as I pumped in and out a few more times before finally exploding inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Falling to the side, I pulled her against me. “I love you, Rose.”
She looked up at me with that smile I loved. “I love you, too, but if you ever slap my ass again, I’ll cut off your dick.”
I laughed out loud, holding her tighter. “You fucking loved it.”
Her snort had me getting hard again. I loved her attitude. I loved that she gave me shit. That she was comfortable enough, felt safe enough to threaten me.
And it was a threat. I wasn’t fucking stupid. I knew one wrong move and my dick would be gone. It just made me love her more.
We lay quietly wrapped up in each other for a few minutes before she softly said, “I thought you were mad at me.”
“Never, baby. I knew what King was doing, and I hated it.” I rolled her over and gazed at her beautiful face.
Her warm brown eyes that glistened in the haze of our fucking.
The little beads of perspiration that clung to her temples.
No one had ever looked more stunning. “When you called me on my shit.” I shook my head.
“Nothing could have made me prouder. You showed King something today. Something he had been questioning.”
“What?” she asked. Her body went from relaxed and sated to tense and defensive in a second.
“He was questioning your loyalty. As my old lady.”
“Because of Val,” she whispered, turning her head away.
“Not just Val. Baby, you are connected to three different clubs; four now that you’re my old lady.”
“Four?”
“Your father was a Soulless Sinner. That makes you a princess.”
She scoffed, and I smiled.
“What’s the fourth one?”
“The Golden Skulls.”
She scurried out from under me and sat up. “How?”
“Your great grandfather was a founding member of the Golden Skulls.”
“What?” she screeched. “Does Reaper know?”
I sat up, leaning against the headboard. I pulled her in front of me and reached for the blanket to cover us both.
“He doesn’t. We’re trying to keep him from finding out, at least until we’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” she asked, looking up at me.
“To deal with their shit. Both Reaper and Montana will want to claim you and your brother. They’ll fight over who you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.”
I pulled her against my chest. “You fucking belong to me. And the Silver Shadows. Don’t ever forget that.” I kissed her neck. “Even if you weren’t my old lady, you’re Mimic’s sister. There isn’t a man in this club who won’t stand beside you or in front of you and have your back no matter what.”
“I love you, Cash.”
“I love you, too, baby,” I assured her as I nuzzled her neck. I could already feel my dick getting hard. I would never get enough of this woman.
“Cash, I don’t think you understand how hard that is for me to say.
My whole life I’ve been looking for a place to belong.
I love Val and the Nyght Nymphs, don’t get me wrong.
They’ve been my family for a long time. I love my brother, and I can’t tell you how incredibly happy I am that I finally found him. ”
She paused. Her hands rubbed over mine. “But it’s different with you. What I feel isn’t the same.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
She slapped the hand covering her breast. “You know what I mean.”
“I do, baby. I know exactly what you mean.” I took a deep breath before I confessed to her.
“I loved Rachel.” I waited for her to tense up, for her to get scared of what I might say.
But she stayed limp in my arms, relaxed against me.
“I met her shortly after we set up the chapter here.
It was supposed to be one night. But we hit it off and after a year, I asked her to be my old lady.
“I was happy. I was content to live my life with her and the club. But what I didn’t realize was that something was missing. I didn’t know until she died. The hole she left behind wasn’t just from losing her. It was from losing everything I thought we would have together.
“It wasn’t until she was gone and I read her letter that I realized what was missing. A future. She knew we didn’t have one. And I was so fucking angry with her because of it. That she had made me fall in love with her knowing we wouldn’t have forever.”
“You were her forever,” she said quietly.
“I was her forever. And you are mine.” I turned her in my arms so she straddled me and I could look into her eyes. “Rachel came into my life to teach me about love. She taught me what it meant to put someone first. To protect them and to worship them. But she protected me, too.
“I believe with everything in me that she stepped into my life knowing you weren’t ready yet.
She loved me until you could. You aren’t a replacement for her, Rose.
You were always meant to be mine, but there were things I needed to do, things I needed to learn before I could love you the way you deserve to be loved. ”
I pressed my lips to hers softly, licking the seam until she opened up and let me in. I deepened the kiss before pulling back.
Searching her eyes, I said, “I want you to meet her, Rose. I want you to come to the cemetery with me.”