Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (40 page)

“Mother?”

“Son, is that you?”

“Hello! Mom!” Cash shouted, the fucked-up connection irritating him as much as spending the day at the King household had.

“Cash!”

“I’m here,” he said, appeased now that the static had dissipated.

“Has something happened, Cash?”

Shame slid into him. He called his mother so seldom she thought an emergency had come up. But hearing Stretch’s regret and seeing his family’s treatment reminded Cash how lucky he was. His mother had long wanted a closer relationship. He’d spurned her.

“Son, are you there?”

“Yeah, Mom.” He cleared the emotion clogging his throat. “I’m here. Nothing’s wrong, except I haven’t spoken to you in weeks.” Months, but who was counting?

Even over the phone, he heard her grin. He was such a fucking asshole who had a good mom. Stretch was a good guy who had a self-righteous fool for a mother.

“I’m back in Houston. Can I expect a visit from you soon?”

Usually, he balked at the question. “Yeah. I need to spend more time with you.” He stood from the sofa and paced to the window. “Show my appreciation for you.”

His mom laughed and sniffled. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

Was it? He felt…
How
?

Scared. Out of his league.

Complete.

“I met somebody else,” he blurted. “I’m in a relationship with two somebodies.”

“Two?”

“Stretch and I are still together, but we’ve found a woman.” Finally, he could say
they
had found her. Fee gave them a choice, something Cash couldn’t have done without a lot of hurt feelings. “Her name’s Ophelia. Fee.”

Turning, he paced the length of the sitting room before returning to the window. The flags of the hotel directly across from the one they were in flapped in the afternoon breeze. “I lo...like her a lot. As much as I do Stretch. We all get along famously.”

He paused his narrative, thinking of this morning when she’d snuck a fuck with Stretch. Her patience was giving Stretch his confidence back. Cash had never suffered fools. Watching her, though, he knew he went overboard sometimes. If she hadn’t been with them, the King family would have to bury more than just Stretch’s father. Cash would’ve fucked up the entire fucking bunch.

“If you get along, what seems to be the problem?”

His mother never judged him. Not like he judged everyone.

“Fee wants kids, Mom. Domesticity. I want…” Not to be hurt. Not
to
hurt Fee and Stretch. “There’s no good ending to this,” he confessed, then explained Fee’s relationship to Outlaw.

“Well,” she said after a moment. “That does present a problem.”

“Yes.”

“All problems have a solution,” she reminded him. “You just have to be willing to work it out.”

“The only solution I see here is ending it. There’s no way Outlaw would agree to both of us with his sister.” His mom had met Outlaw once, so she didn’t know him as Cash did. “I don’t know what to do.”

“First things first. I’d like to meet this young woman.”

Cash would like that. However… “She might read more into such a visit than there is.”

“Keep telling yourself that. You unburdened your soul to me. There’s already more to this relationship than you want to admit.”

“I need time to adjust. Think of how to come clean to Outlaw and live. I need to see if I really want kids.”

“Take the time you need, but don’t let them go if you have feelings for them. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She cleared her throat. “How does three people in a relationship work, Cash? What is it called?”

Cash smiled at his mother’s unapologetic questions, even as he appreciated her support. She had not a shred of censure. He took a few moments to educate her.

The door opened and Fee breezed in, looking like a breath of fresh air. She blew a kiss to him.

“I have to go, Mom.”

“Don’t be a stranger, son,” she said as shock marched across Fee’s face.

“A bad son,” he corrected with no small amount of guilt.

“Cash—”

“Maybe, Stretch’s father bit the dust to show fuckheads like me the value of my mother. Thank you for overlooking me not keeping in touch and offering me advice.”

“My expected payment is a visit to see me,” she said in a teasing voice. “Bye, son.”

“Bye, Mom.” He glanced at Fee as she sat on the sofa, then turned away, heat creeping into his face as he continued the conversation with his mother. He had something important to get off his chest. “I-I-I love you.”

The silence made Cash think she’d already disconnected, until she said, “And I love you, son. Never doubt that.”

“Have a good evening.”

“You too, Cash.”

Disconnecting the call, he laid his cellphone on the coffee table, still feeling the fire of embarrassment on his neck and in his face. He scratched his temple and considered Fee. “Where’s Stretch?”

“Still at the House of Horrors.” She shivered. “Jesus, I couldn’t take another minute there.”

Cash nodded. It felt strange having her there on her own, unlike when they’d first met.

“Are you hungry?” he asked her, not sure what he was supposed to do. He was the one who’d said he didn’t always want both of them. They’d come a long way and he didn’t want it ruined.

“Let’s wait for Stretch. I figure I’d call him in fifteen or twenty minutes. We can meet him for some bourbon and barbeque. Maybe, a little live entertainment.”

“He’s here to bury his father, Fee. He won’t want to bullshit around.”

“I know and I understand. Believe me. But those people are horrible, Cash. The funeral is in two days. We can’t let him subject himself to that out of a sense of obligation.”

The more she spoke, the more fired up she became. Cash grinned, then dropped next to her, resting his arm behind her on the sofa.

“You’re quite protective of him,” he observed.

Folding her arms, she made a noise of irritation. “I can’t believe those assholes. Especially Dillon.”

Cash couldn’t believe Stretch had come back for the same shit he’d left. “We’re here to support him. That’s all we can do since he chose to bring his ass here.”

“I know,” Fee said on a sigh, then lost her tense pose. “Umm, about earlier. Me and him in the bathroom.”

Grabbing her chin, he turned her face to his and kissed her lips, halting her apology. “It’s okay, babe. I didn’t have a problem with it beyond getting a hard cock, thinking of you two fucking.”

Mischief lighting up her face, she rubbed her nose against his. “It was so good. Hot and fast and hard. He took me from behind and fucked me so deep.” Kissing his neck, she continued. “I came so hard he had to cover my mouth with his hand.”

Cash growled, cradling the back of her head and covering her mouth with his. She needed no encouragement to pull away from him and get on her knees, helping him to free his cock.

Laying his head on the back of the sofa, Cash closed his eyes, the heat of her mouth sending electricity shooting through him. The sound of her sucks started his hips moving. He buried his hands in her hair and stroked, still bucking his hips and feeling her tongue strokes. He groaned, increasing his pace to match her bobs. Light touches fluttered across his balls before she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Her strokes and licks to the crown of his dick sent him over the edge.

Cum rained into her mouth. She didn’t release him until she’d swallowed every drop.

Climbing into his lap, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth and grinding against his exposed cock.

He slapped her jean-clad ass. “Give me a minute to recover.”

“Never mind,” she teased. “The moment has passed. I’m calling Stretch, then I’m jumping in the shower.”

Unlike the other times he’d fucked Fee without Stretch, Cash felt no guilt. Just sated and relaxed.

By the time Fee finished her shower, Stretch had arrived with a mediocre greeting and a crease in his brow.

“You made it,” Fee said with pleasure, once again sitting on the sofa, now in one of her pretty dresses and bare feet.

Stretch rubbed the back of his neck. “Funeral’s in two days.”

“That means spending another day at your mom’s?” Fee asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Are you shitting me?” Cash snapped. “You’re here. You spent the day at her house. You’re going to the funeral. What more do you have to do to get rid of your misplaced guilt?”

“It isn’t misplaced guilt. It’s a sense of obligation, Cash.”

“Fuck obligation,” Cash yelled. “Those motherfuckers don’t deserve anything from you. They especially don’t deserve you torturing yourself through another day of their bullshit at her house.”

“Time out, gentlemen,” Fee inserted. “Cool down before one of you say something you’ll regret.”

Stretch shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m hungry and you look so pretty, Fee. Why don’t we all go out? I need to unwind.” He looked from Fee to Cash. “What do you say?”

“I’m with you,” Fee said, her eyes lighting with excitement.

“I’m in,” Cash agreed.”

Instead of calling a cab, the three of them set out on foot. The entertainment marvel known as the Power and Light District jumped with activity. Nine blocks, in the heart of downtown, boasted restaurants, bars, shops, and all types of entertainment venues.

Both Cash and Stretch wore their cuts, so they didn’t hold hands, but at various times throughout the evening, Fee displayed affection to each of them. Sometimes, all three of them held hands, with her in between. Here and there, they got a side eye, but Cash found a freedom with Stretch and Fee that he’d never had.

For the first time, he saw what could be between the three of them. If only…

However, he wouldn’t dwell on
if onlys
. He’d concentrate on the beautiful girl and handsome man with him and enjoy every stolen moment he could with them and worry about all else later.

The next day, Cash tracked down his little sister before Cash and Fee awakened. His brother-in-law’s band was on tour, but Phoenix Rising was playing in Memphis that night, nowhere close to Kansas City.

Abandoning the idea of taking Stretch and Fee to a concert, his next battle was convincing Stretch not to go back to Lena’s house. They were blocks away from the Central Library. Fee was determined to get a photo in front of the parking garage, with the façade of all the books, so after grabbing biscuits and gravy—along with strong coffee—they headed to the library.

“What now?” Cash asked as they piled back into the Impala to head back to the hotel.

“Let’s just hang in the room,” Stretch said, eyes on the road, hand gripping the steering wheel. “We can save our money.”

Cash frowned. “I paid last night. I’m paying for the room.”

Fee turned in her seat and threw Cash a dirty look. “Shut up,” she mouthed.

Shit. Right. Stretch had pride, too. He wouldn’t want to seem like a moocher.

“I’m thinking of investing in a company my brother’s forming,” he said, allowing Stretch to head back to the hotel.

“What company is that?” Fee asked, once again facing forward.

“It’s a spring water bottling company.”

“We’ll always need water,” she said with a shrug.

“I’m on Outlaw’s payroll, but I get money from a trust my father set up for me.” It wasn’t even a tenth of Parnell’s worth, but Cash lived the life he wanted. His mother had secured that trust for Cash as part of her divorce settlement. Cash got a portion when he turned eighteen, another at twenty-one, and the third and final portion at thirty. “It’ll be good to have my money make money.”

“You’re right, Cash. That’ll be awesome,” Fee said softly, squeezing Stretch’s hand.

Fuck. He was doing this wrong. “My point is, uh, I’ve never been here and I’ve always wanted to take in a game at The K.”

That perked Stretch up. He was a huge Royals fan.

“You want to go to Kauffman Stadium?” he asked. “For a game?”

“Yeah. It won’t be fun without you two. We’re here. I’m about to invest in a start-up on my brother’s advice. It could ruin me. I’d like to spend a little before I empty my bank account.”

That was overdramatic, but Cash was so new to this shit—whatever
this shit
was—he didn’t know how else to go about it.

Fee pulled the passenger side visor down and combed her fingers through her hair. She met Cash’s gaze in the mirror and gave the smallest nod of approval.

“What do you say, Stretch?” she asked, through with making Cash feel as if he owned the world. “I’d like to see a game, too.”

“Let’s do it,” Stretch said.

That afternoon, they went back to the hotel and engaged in some hot, dirty fucking, went to the game, then headed to another bar for more bourbon and barbeque, returning just several hours before the funeral and crashing in exhaustion.

Soft hair tickled Cash’s nose as he opened his eyes and blinked at the sunshine streaming through the opened blind. The sound of running water hurt Cash’s ears. Fuck, his goddamn head pounded. Judging from the hard body pressing against him, Stretch’s head rested against his chest and Fee was in the shower.

Kissing Stretch’s forehead, Cash tried to move without awakening the man in his arms. Instead, his head plopped onto the pillow and his eyes flew open.

Cash winced. “Go back to sleep, babe. It’s early. You still have another half hour to sleep.”

Stretch had the amazing ability to go from sleep to wakefulness within moments. Living as he did, Cash could do it, too. It made him grouchy. The only thing that put Stretch in a bad mood was his family, more than Hanson’s death, Cash’s unwillingness to settle down, and his injuries.

Sadness lingered in Stretch’s eyes, so Cash lay down again and pulled Stretch back into his arms, placing a tender kiss on his mouth. All the pain and humiliation he’d held in the past several days, in front of Fee, roared to life now.

If Cash could crawl inside Stretch and take the hurt away, even if it meant bearing the burden himself, he would. Tasting the track of tears, Cash stroked Stretch’s nape, before claiming his mouth in a deeper kiss.

Moaning, Stretch relaxed against Cash, yielding to him and—

A clearing throat froze them.

Sighing, Cash settled Stretch onto the pillow, ignoring the way his entire body seemed to slump, to face Fee. Her expression unreadable, hair hanging in damp tangles, she stared between them. She held her towel loosely, partially covering her tits and barely covering her pussy.

“I’m going to get dressed,” she said, and Cash still couldn’t detect her mood. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

An awkward silence fell between them. Turning onto his back, Stretch looked at her. “You didn’t,” he said in a bland voice. “We’re all one now.”

Fee shifted her weight and hesitated before nodding and coming to the bed, sitting next to Stretch. He no longer cried but tears filled his eyes and stained his cheeks. He was in pain, the type that only someone with a longstanding association could fully appreciate. To understand each other, they needed to witness all moods between them. However, Stretch was so vulnerable right now. One wrong word would send him spiraling down.

Stretching out next to him, Fee kissed Stretch’s cheek. “I’m going to get dressed,” she said softly, thumbing his lips. “You need Cash right now, not me, and I’m totally fine with that. You’re not in this alone.
We’re
not in this alone.” She kissed him again and sat up, starting to stand.

Stretch grabbed her wrist. “Thank you, Fee,” he whispered.

Relief settled into Cash. He wanted to pull Fee to him and kiss her for hours for her understanding. He would. Later.

“Ophelia,” he called, stopping her as she headed to the door that connected their rooms.

She turned to him.

“You’re going to look after him at the funeral just fine.”

“We both will.”

“No,
you
will,” he corrected.

“What do you mean?” Stretch said. “You aren’t coming?”

“No.”

The look of total rejection on Stretch’s face made Cash grit his teeth.

“You’re going,” Fee ordered. “Stretch needs you there.”

“Tough. I’m not going.”

Fuck, if looks busted balls, Fee would’ve crushed his. It wasn’t that Cash didn’t want to go to support Stretch. He already wanted to deaden motherfuckers thanks to their treatment. One more insult to him and more than Stretch’s asshole father would need burying, especially with his hangover. The next time Cash pulled his gun, he’d shoot a slew of dumb, self-righteous, judgmental fuckheads.

Explaining that to either Fee or Stretch would do no good. They’d both insist it wouldn’t come to such drastic measures. Cash knew otherwise, so he refused to take the chance of blowing motherfuckers away for insults, out of club jurisdiction.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not good at mourning. Give me a pass and I’ll make it up to both of you. I promise.”

Fee and Stretch exchanged glances. Cash smirked at Fee’s narrowed look. She was her brother’s sister.

“Okay,” Stretch said, breaking the stare-off between Fee and Cash. “I won’t insist. The fact that you came all the way here to support me lets me know how much you care.”

Sashaying to Cash, Fee kissed his jaw. “Yes, he really does care, despite his actions otherwise.” A light slap against his cheek emphasized each word. Eyes twinkling, she turned to Stretch. The motherfucker saw her hits and doubled over with laughter. She giggled. “Don’t worry, Stretch. I got you. If any of those assholes start with you, they’ll have me to deal with.”

“We’ll have breakfast together,” he promised her.

She nodded.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me and Cash being alone together?”

She hugged Stretch. “Positive.”

“What are you going to do while we’re gone?” Stretch asked when they were alone again.

He took Stretch into his arms and rubbed his hard cock against Stretch’s. “Does that really matter right now?” he whispered.

Stretch groaned. “Not in the least.”

“I didn’t think so.”