Page 58 of Cash

“Hey, what the fuck just happened? No, I am not, nor have I ever fucked Amber. But she’s family.”

“She everyone’s fucking family,” she mumbled, turning away from me.

I turned her back around and asked, “What do you have against Amber?”

“Nothing. I’ve never even met her.”

“Then what’s with the shit attitude all of a sudden?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid,” she dismissed, looking away.

“Rosie, fucking talk to me.”

“It’s too soon. I know nothing about you, but I just...” She blew out a breath, and I got it.

“I know. It’s too soon, but it’s too fucking big to ignore.” I pulled her against me, and I groaned when her arms went around my waist. She was so fucking small.

I grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Her legs went around my hips as much as they could, and I held her against me as I looked into her eyes.

“We’ll take it slow.” My forehead rested against hers. “Meet me here tomorrow. I promise we’ll talk.” I kissed her again and groaned when her arms held tight around my neck.

She pulled back this time and asked, “What time?”

“Where are you staying?” I asked, ignoring her question with one of my own.

She dropped her legs from my hips, but I didn’t let her down. Instead, I lifted her higher and wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her against me.

I could get fucking used to carrying her around. Like a little mouse in my fucking pocket.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Rosie,” I warned.

“Not yet. Slow, remember?”

A heavy sigh slipped through my lips and I conceded, “Slow.” I kissed her again, thinking I would never get enough of her soft lips. I didn’t want to let her go.

“Cash,” she murmured against my lips. “I have to go.”

“No,” I argued as I deepened the kiss.

Eventually, I would have to get back to the clubhouse, so I set her on her feet and gave her the key to her bike. “Ten o’clock.”

“Morning or evening?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Morning, Brat.” I swatted her ass and said, “I’m not waiting more than twenty-four fucking hours to see you again.”

She walked back over to me and crooked her finger until I leaned down. Up on her toes, she leaned into my lips for a little more than a second before she rushed off to her bike and rode down the hill.

I watched until she was gone and then stepped over to the edge. Looking up at the sky, I said, “I don’t know if you sent herhere. But I think she might be it. Despite what you might have thought, I fucking loved you, Rach. No one will ever take your place. But I think this little pixie might just fill the holes in my soul.”

We’d been meeting on the mountain every morning for over a week. Rose stopped at Trudy’s and brought us coffee and pastries. We spent a little time talking, and a lot of fucking time with her on my lap, my straining dick against her pussy and my lips devouring hers.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything,” I said as my lips trailed over her neck. God, she was fucking delicious. I couldn’t wait to get my face between her thighs.

“It might be club related, I’m not sure.”