Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (80 page)

As he licked her nipple, Stretch circulated her cream to her ass, stimulating the sphincter of her ass before inserting a finger.

A scream tore from Fee’s throat, her legs turning to jelly. Her release was so powerful, if Stretch hadn’t had an arm wrapped around her waist she would’ve sank to the floor.

Getting to his feet, Cash stole Stretch from her, and she stumbled back, her heart pounding, her world rocked to the core. Stretch licked her pussy juice from Cash’s lips and cheeks, then they tore into each other’s mouths for several minutes.

Fee had never seen anything more erotic in her life than watching them go at each other, their individual power muted in this stunning intimacy.

Releasing Stretch, Cash grinned. Fee could’ve melted into a puddle at his feet. He tangled his fingers through Stretch’s. “Sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist. It’s been weeks since we kissed. Fee,” he said, looking at her, “this is your night, princess. What do you want? We can stop and eat. Or we can fuck until morning.”

Stretch smacked the back of Cash’s head. “So fucking romantic.”

Fee giggled.

“Fuck off,” Cash growled.

“What do you want, Fee?” Stretch asked.

“I want you to spend the night with me.” Every night, for the rest of their lives. “So let’s eat to fortify our strength.”

“On one condistion,” Cash said.

“What’s that?”

Cash exchanged a look with Stretch.

“Don’t put your clothes back on,” Stretch answered.

“I hadn’t intended to,” Fee retorted, then sashayed away.

“Are you sure you’re good, sweetheart?” Cash asked, three days later, sitting in her living room.

“I’m fine, Cash.” Fee answered, sitting across from him.

Yesterday morning after their sex fest of the night before, they’d departed together. This morning, Stretch left an hour ago, while Cash lingered to prepare breakfast and coffee for the two of them. She’d picked over her food, her appetite not fully returned with all she’d been through.

“Where did Stretch go?”

“Stretch is doing Outlaw’s bidding,” Cash answered.

Whatever that meant. “Oh.”

“Don’t worry. You have to take care of
yourself
, sweetheart.”

“I’m trying. I am,” she added, then frowned. “I mean I will.” She couldn’t think beyond Christopher’s anger. Remembering his look of betrayal and hurt broke Fee’s heart. She should never have agreed to Kendall’s stupidity. In the end,
she
had been the stupid one. “Eventually.”

“Stretch and I need you, Fee.”

She allowed those words to sink in. Before now and for the past few weeks, Cash had been in the background. Stretch said he wanted them, but Fee wasn’t sure. He sat in her living room, composed and confident, with not a hint of
need
. Cash had always had an
I own the world
mentality. Not that he shouldn’t. He was a handsome devil and a very attentive lover. Muscles strained against his T-shirt and his neat, brown hair pronounced his military background. But it was those blue eyes that spoke volumes. They were intense and intimidating. Until she’d spent alone time with Stretch, she’d never realized how much Cash daunted her.

“Do you really need me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you two coming back tonight?”

“I will,” he answered. “I can’t speak for Stretch.”

She couldn’t see why he wouldn’t.

“I’ll call him. Text him,” she changed, thinking of Christopher. If he was anywhere near Stretch when she called, she’d receive no answer. Beyond having sex, flirting, eating, and small talk, they hadn’t done much else. Now, they needed to get serious, move on either way. “I need to talk to the two of you.”

“If it’s about you getting pregnant, I already know.”

He didn’t sound upset. As a matter-of-fact, he didn’t sound anything.

“I must seem so wishy-washy, Cash. Going from telling you two to be together, to letting Stretch try to make a baby with me.”

He grinned at her. “You’re wishy-washy and I’m a coward. One is as bad as the other.”

“Christopher doesn’t care,” she said miserably. Not because Cash’s life was still in danger.

“He loves you. He’s just angry right now. Hence, my continued cowardice. He gives ass beatings like no other motherfucker I know.”

Fee didn’t want to dwell on her brother’s more brutal side. “Stretch intends to go to Christopher.”

“Outlaw might punch Stretch. He’d fucking stomp me. I like my dick on the outside of my body and my brain inside my head. I have an idea to save my ass and still be with you.”

Fee giggled. “When don’t you have an idea?” Cash was resourceful along with all his other qualities.

Cash smiled. “I was thinking to let him cool down. Forgive you. Once he processes it all, he’ll get a handle on everything. Including our relationship. Stretch wants us to get everything in place before we go to Outlaw.”

That was news to her. How had she missed that? “Really?”

“Yeah, babe. The morning you two were together, he came to me. So much shit’s happened since then that we haven’t talked about it again.” He drew in a breath, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, flushing. “When you two decided he’d knock you up.”

She frowned, thinking of the past two nights. She didn’t want to point out that he’d come in her, too, as it dawned on her that she hadn’t given Cash the choice to wear a condom as she had with Stretch.

Crap.

Had that been a sub-conscious decision on her part? Damn, damn, damn.

She’d tell both of them later. Stretch had come in her, too, so if she turned up pregnant, there was a fifty percent chance it would be his baby, but she had to be fair about this. Searching for a topic so she could change the subject, she went back to Christopher. “So my brother will forgive me and let us be together in peace?”

“Eventually. For now, let him work this out in his head.”

“But he wants to kill Kendall.” As angry as she was with her, Fee didn’t want her murdered.

“Who doesn’t want her dead?”

“Cash!” she gasped, appalled.

“Stop worrying. Kendall is out of his reach until he calms down.”

Nothing was out of Christopher’s reach. If he couldn’t get it himself, he had someone who’d do it for him. “Christopher knows all the vacay spots within one hundred miles of here. He’ll find her.”

Cash smirked at her. “Not where I put her.”

“You hid her?”

“Yup.”

“Where?”

“In a rural area. It’s a bitch to find via the backroads.” He winked at her. “It’s hiding in plain sight, otherwise. Right near an old lumber mill along the Row River. It has a lovely country feel to it. Perfect to clear her head.”

“It sounds like a distance away.”

“It is,” he agreed, explaining the route he took. “She lost her baby and—”

“Oh my God! Kendall lost her baby? How awful. Was it the stress?”

“Don’t worry about her. She’s probably relieved.”

Perhaps, but Kendall could also be devastated. Not that it should matter to Fee. But it did. She couldn’t imagine that type of loss.

“Did it work?”

“What?” she asked absently, thinking of Kendall, a part of her wanting to strangle her and the other part wanting to hug her.

“Are you pregnant? It’s been over three weeks. Shouldn’t you know by now?”

“I’m not,” she said softly.

He regarded her with a speculative gaze.

Cash kept her company for another hour. Once he left, she began reliving all her moments with her cousin-in-law, both good and bad. The more she thought, the more Kendall’s betrayals overwhelmed her.

If not for her, Counts wouldn’t have stabbed her. Too many other things had been happening for Fee to ask Kendall about that. For a while, she hadn’t known what was real and what had been imagined. Perhaps, she could’ve moved on and kept her distance. But Kendall hadn’t been happy with that. She’d had to wreak more havoc and turn Christopher against her.

She wouldn’t feel better until she confronted her. With that in mind, Fee dressed, filled her gas tank, and headed out. After making a wrong turn on one of the roads, it took Fee hours to find Kendall’s location. By the time she did, it was early evening. She was hungry and tired. As Fee approached the house, the window blind raised a smidgeon, before the door swung open.

“F-F-Fee?”

She took in Kendall’s wild, frightened look. Any other time, her heart would’ve gone out to her. Not now. Kendall had crossed a line Fee believed would never be reversed.

Kendall looked cautiously around before stepping aside to allow her entrance. “What are you doing here?”

“That should be obvious,” Fee snapped as Kendall closed the door.

“Please have a seat,” Kendall invited.

“I don’t intend to stay.”

Kendall pressed a hand against her belly. Pity welled within Fee, but she shoved it aside.

“I’m here to look you in the eye as you explain to me why you tried to have me killed. Why did you tell Christopher I knew what you were doing with Daphne when you blackmailed me to do it, in the first place?”

“Fee, I didn’t try to have you killed. Please believe me. I-I-I would never do that. I’m not a murderer.”

Apparently, Kendall had no defense for the accusation about Daphne because she stayed silent.

Angry tears slid down Fee’s cheeks. “You aren’t a murderer, but you’re a traitor.”

“I didn’t mean for it to turn out as it did. I’m so sorry.”

Fee had hurt Zoann terribly and, yet, her sister had found a way to forgive her. She’d accepted Fee’s apology. Could she do any less with Kendall? She’d never feel the same towards her again. Neither would she ever trust her again, but she’d forgive her. Otherwise, they’d never move on. She didn’t want to live her life stuck in anger. To be defined by rage and revenge. And, yes, hurt.

“You couldn’t foretell the outcome, but you knew the danger,” Fee pointed out.

“I didn’t. Had I realized the jeopardy I’d put everyone in, I wouldn’t have continued. Please, believe me. Please, forgive me.”

That was exactly how Fee had pleaded with Zoann and Christopher. That decided her, once and for all.

“Let’s go from this moment,” she said. “We’ll see how things work out.”

Kendall sniffled. “C-can we still be friends?”

Perhaps, in the future, but, first, Kendall would have to earn Fee’s trust and friendship

again. “We’ll be family for now.”

“Fair enough.” Kendall rubbed her eyes. “I understand. I promise I’ll do better and earn your friendship and trust again.”

“That’ll be nice,” she said, meaning it. “I’d better leave since I don’t want to be driving on these back roads at night.”

“It’ll be hours before it gets dark. Why don’t I fix something for us to eat? There’s plenty of food here. I can even cook seafood for us.”

At Kendall’s hopeful tone, Fee lifted her eyebrows. She might’ve forgiven her, but she damn sure wasn’t ready to break bread with her. “Thanks, but I have to decline. I have other plans for tonight.”

She’d wanted to meet with Cash and Stretch, but that wasn’t set in stone. So focused on Kendall, she’d forgotten to text Stretch. But she didn’t want them to know about her excursion to Kendall, so she needed to get back to her apartment soon.

Kendall rocked on her heels. “Do I know them?”

“Even if you do, how’s that your business?”

“I…you’re right, Fee,” she said in a broken whisper, tugging at Fee’s conscience. “It really isn’t any of my business. I just…It’s so lonesome here. I thought you’d keep me company a while.”

Fee hesitated. Kendall held regular pity-parties but she was also one of the most self-destructive women she knew. She’d also just lost her baby.

“I’ll stay for one cup of coffee, then I have to leave. My other plans are my priority.”

Neither of them spoke as Kendall prepared their coffee. Fee regretted her decision to stay with the palpable tension in the room. She couldn’t say much to her because she didn’t want it repeated or used against her. She didn’t want to bring up the baby, not knowing how stable Kendall was. Therefore, Fee finished half her cup before making a hasty retreat.