Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (69 page)

Not questioning his demands, Fee did as Stretch instructed.

He zeroed in on her naked bottom half. “Put your shoes back on.”

Inspired by his lazy drawl, Fee turned before bending over to do his bidding. The inhalation of his breath told her the sight of her exposed pussy affected him. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she threw a grin at him.

Her mouth watered at his exposed cock and she hurried to complete her task before standing and facing him. Dressed in her T-shirt and tennis shoes, Fee walked to him and climbed on the bike again, leaning back as he’d asked.

Stretch grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him, impaling her on his cock. Fee released a small cry, the sharp metal digging into her back adding to her pleasure. Arching up, she met each of his thrusts measure-for-measure. His hands gripping her waist branded her and she increased her pace, urging him to do the same by silent demand.

The pressure of his fingertips against her clit sent her over the edge. “Stretch!” she cried, jerking against him and closing her eyes.

“I’m here, Fee,” he grunted and stiffened, pouring into her and then stilling.

A drop of rain fell against Fee’s forehead and she popped her eyes open.

“Fuck!” Stretch said, traces of amusement in his voice as he pulled out of her. “Hurry and dress. Let’s see if we can beat the rain.”

Jumping up, she hopped from his bike and stumbled, her legs little more than jelly she felt so relaxed and sated. More rain hit her head and she giggled. “I didn’t see clouds.”

Stretch looked up. “Who was paying attention?”

“You’re right!” she cried as the heavens opened up. Screaming at the coldness, she hurried to finish dressing, then ran and bounded behind Stretch. “Go, go, go!” She felt like a kid again, completely, wonderfully alive.

“Hang on, sweetheart.”

Before he faced forward again, Fee kissed his cheek. As he sped away, she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder, knowing she wouldn’t soon forget this morning.

By the time Stretch reached the clubhouse, the rain had stopped. Fee declined his intention to escort her to the door, so he waited until she disappeared inside before he went in search of Cash. With the scent of Fee clinging to him and the memory of her wet heat, he decided Cash needed to do what he said he was going to do
today
. If Fee ended up pregnant, Stretch didn’t want her so uncertain over their future. He doubted fear of Outlaw’s wrath was the only thing stopping Cash from confessing. It was also the streak of inferiority in him that rivaled Stretch’s.

At Cash’s door, Stretch knocked. A moment later, it opened.

Cash lifted a brow, once again creating a chasm to keep his distance. “Yes?”

“I need to talk to you.” No, he needed to fuck him up for pushing him away again.

Cash stepped aside. “Talk,” he commanded, slamming the door shut.

Perhaps, starting from where his time with Fee ended would get through to Cash. “I had unprotected sex with Fee today. She wants a baby sooner rather than later. I’m willing to be its father, so you don’t have that burden if you don’t want it. But if we don’t want to lose her, we have to give her what she wants. Besides, I see no reason not to have a baby.”

For a moment, Cash stared, before he narrowed his eyes. “You’re shitting me, right?”

“No. This is nothing to joke about.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“I’ve never felt saner or more in control,” he admitted, the truth shocking him. “Fee and I love you. We want you with us. We want to make
us
work. The time has arrived to get off the fucking pot and move forward. If you can’t do that, Fee and I will make a go of it. Somehow, I’ll convince Outlaw to trust that I won’t fuck over her with you. I want what she wants.” He swallowed, the do or die moment undeniable. “I’m going to fight for her. Try my best to convince Fee to stay with me. With or without you.”

“With or without me?” he echoed with incredulity. “Are you fucking kidding me? You barge in my fucking room, telling me you stuck your cock in her and
came
without benefit of protection…Fuck you. There’s no fucking way Outlaw will accept me right now for her. I have a plan to show him I’m right for her.
We’re
right for her.”

“How? What the fuck are you doing to advance the campaign?” As far as Stretch saw, not a fucking thing. “While you’re strategizing, we’re going to lose her.”

“First, you tell me I’m an aimless, goal-less motherfucker. Now, you’re telling me I’m a ball-less one.”

“Your words, asshole. Not mine,” Stretch growled. “I’d just call you a fucking coward.”

Cash rounded on him and shoved him. Unprepared, Stretch teetered back and fell against the nightstand.

“You have no right—”

Stretch straightened himself and went to Cash’s bed to sit. “I have every fucking right. The world isn’t stopping while you get your shit together to fight for us.
Fee
isn’t stopping.”

Glaring at him, Cash paced. At any moment, Stretch expected him to throw him out of the room. Cash surprised him, though.

“What do you propose? If she’s pregnant, we have to get all the legal issues settled.” He shrugged, his veneer of nonchalance dropping into his face. “You two should marry. That’s what she’s always wanted.”

“Weeks ago, we agreed that we’d find a way where we’d all be on equal ground,” he reminded him, wanting to strip Cash of his indifference. “Marriage won’t do that. We can create a partnership. A corporation. An LLC. Something like that.”

“Fee wants to be married,” Cash repeated.

“Stop making this so fucking difficult,” Stretch snapped. “Yes, she wants to be married, but this was her idea. As long as she has a baby, we can work out everything else.” An idea hit him. Cash had stood by Stretch’s side during his illness. For months, he’d been faithful to him and Fee. The man just needed to be steered in the right direction. “Why don’t we get all of this together and then go to Outlaw? If everything’s in place, he’ll see how serious we are.”

Cash relaxed his shoulders. “We can do that…”

“Ghost?”

Slipper’s voice travelled through the door and they both stiffened. All at once, terror and dread hit Stretch. They were club brothers so he could visit Cash. Yet, rumors about his sexuality persisted.

“I know you’re in there with Stretch,” Slipper called. “What are you two doing?”

“Fuck,” Stretch managed, getting to his feet and reaching for his cane.

Drawing his gun, Cash started forward. Before he reached the door, it opened. Slipper stood there, bottle in hand, his look assessing.

Cash raised his weapon. “You have two seconds to get the fuck out.”

“What’s going on in here?” Slipper asked, his stench polluting the space. Cash would have to air out his room for days. “You been holed up in here for a long time. Why?”

“None of your fucking business,” Cash snapped, cocking the gun.

“Boys!” Slipper yelled. “You was right. They in here together.”

His sons, Fritz and Orange, along with two other brothers, rushed into the room, guns drawn.

“Drop your fucking gun, Ghost,” Orange ordered, aiming at Stretch’s head. “Or we fill Stretch with holes.”

“I say we fill both these motherfuckers with holes anyway,” one of the other guys said, newer members who Stretch stayed clear of, so he couldn’t remember their names.

Fear and apprehension swept away Stretch’s confidence and he shuddered.

“Prez gotta make that call, Mink,” Slipper said around a belch. He pulled out his phone, then nodded to Cash. “But drop your weapon ‘fore I tell him to shoot your fucking hand off.”

Rage reddened Cash’s complexion and darkened his eyes. At first, Stretch thought Cash wouldn’t obey. But, then he remembered how Cash always went out of his way to protect him in times of danger.

Cursing, Cash tossed his gun to the bed.

Stretch hoped the compliance hadn’t gotten them killed.

Christopher hadn’t realized how miserably he’d slept in jail, until he fell asleep after fucking up Kyler. For the first time in years, he decided to spend the day relaxing, surrounded by his girl and his children. Megan gave Bunny the day off, preparing snack foods for them to bring into the media room. Christopher checked on Fee, but found her gone. He would’ve worried until Diesel told him that Stretch had been there.

After calling to check on Cash and discovering he was also hanging around in his room, Christopher let Stretch and Fee be. Maybe, they were getting a fucking clue, turning to each other and leaving Cash the fuck alone.

Therefore, when Slipper called, trumpeting about catching Stretch and Cash together, it infuriated Christopher on several fucking fronts. First, it was bullshit. None-of-
their
-motherfucking-business
bullshit. Second, it was bullshit. He was home enjoying his family and Slipper was sticking his nose in another man’s pants, concerned with where his cock went. Third, it was bullshit. Stretch would never get the fuck over Cash, which meant he’d fuck over Fee.

All in all, it was motherfucking bullshit on a big ass stick that Christopher could do without.

Furious to be fucked with by stupid motherfuckers, Christopher stormed to the clubhouse to find Cash and Stretch tied to chairs, guns trained on them.