Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (3 page)

A sudden pounding rattled the closed door. “Open up,” Cash demanded. “Now.”

Fee’s heart started a frantic rhythm in her chest. She wanted to find a mirror and check her appearance. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the time. Stretch hobbled to the door and yanked it open.

“Where’s your cane?” Cash slammed the door shut, not waiting for Stretch to answer. “It’s cold outside and you’ve been using it all fucking day.”

“I left it behind the bar. To escort Fee.”

“You could’ve fallen.”

“Stop being such an asshole.” Tapping her foot, Fee fisted her hands on her hips. “He knows when he can’t get around without it. You’re humiliating him.”

“How? It’s just
you
in here,” he sneered.

“Just me?”

Stretch gave her an imploring look. “He didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

“I think he did,” she said in a strong voice, although inside her heart shattered at the hard words. She’d come here to see them, but, she’d also wanted answers. With that one statement, she had them.

Cash gave a long-suffering sigh. “What do you want, Fee?”

“I wanted to talk to you and Stretch. Invite you over to dinner tomorrow night,” she ad-libbed, the idea not coming to her until just then.

“You couldn’t call?” Cash raised up his cell phone that she hadn’t realized he held in his hand. “You have my number.”

“I’ve left messages for you and Stretch. You haven’t called back.”

Stretch glanced at the floor, while Cash continued to stare at her with an unflinching regard.

“I want us to have a normal relationship.”

There was nothing normal about a ménage relationship. Society would frown upon it. Hell, eighteen months ago, if anyone had told her she’d be in love with two men and they all wanted a relationship with each other, she would’ve laughed in their faces.

So, exactly, what was she saying? Was this it? The day she took the Hail Mary and went after Cash? Or was she really saying she’d accept Stretch? He was a good guy, sweet and so patient with her. The way he’d gotten her away from Cash and his Bobs a little while ago reminded Fee that he had his own code of chivalry that protected her from everyone and everything, Cash included. Even when they competed for Cash’s attention.

“We can be so happy together.” At least, they could try. Showing Cash they wanted what he wanted might convince him to commit. “If Christopher knows and accepts it, everyone else will. He might be angry.”
Understatement
. “There might be one or two repercussions.” The kind that would take a few days to heal. “But he’d know and that would be less pressure.”

“I’m not telling Outlaw about us.” Cash’s words held a finality that Fee detested.

She had years left to think about kids and marriage, but she’d started to have baby fever. The deaths of her relatives left a hole in her heart, a void she longed to fill. A baby would give her new focus. Her own family, affording her a much-desired connection. “We can start a family. I want kids. So does Stretch. Don’t you?”

“This isn’t going to work,” Cash continued in that same tone. “I’m not getting my dick shot off for a doomed relationship. You’re asking me for shit I’m not willing to give.”

“We’ve been sleeping together on and off for months behind Christopher’s back.” Cash disappeared for weeks, then called her and asked to see her. Sometimes, it would be just the two of them. Other times, it was both him and Stretch.
However
…“Suddenly, neither of you are calling me. It’s the pressure of the deceit.”

“This is what I mean.” Cash indicated her with his hand, talking to Stretch as if she wasn’t in the room. “This is why we have to back away from her.”

“You can’t talk for him.” The moment the words left her mouth, she looked at Stretch. He still refused to meet her gaze and realization hit her. “But he can,” she whispered to him. “You love Cash more than me.” Just as she loved Cash.

What did this all mean?

Cash closed his eyes. “Don’t sound like that, Fee,” he said bleakly.

“Fee, we don’t want to lead you on.” Stretch broke in. “You started the affair with Cash, not me. I want us to make this work. He doesn’t want to.”

“Because of Christopher?” Fee cried in outrage.

“No,” Cash denied. “Because of
you
. You want a family, something we can’t give to you.”

“Something you don’t want to give to me.”

“Each time I’m with you, you want
more
. If you’re willing to accept this on my terms, we can fuck for the next twenty years. Stop talking about a family. You also both have to agree that we do it together, all three of us, or we don’t do it with each other at all.”

Cash half expected either Fee or Stretch to tell him to go and fuck himself. Fee wanted commitment and Stretch wanted exclusivity. He cared about both of them,
wanted
both of them. That being the case, why point out that they could do so much better than what he offered? The onus to look out for himself rested on his shoulders. If they wanted to give, he’d take.

It made him an asshole, but his father’s behavior showed Cash the necessity of caring for himself. Parnell had walked away from Cash and his mother, threw money at them—in Parnell McCall’s mind, money solved everything—and went on with his life. He allowed Cash to visit his new family, though he’d never bonded with his children.

Perhaps, Cash’s early life had something to do with how he felt about relationships. His father was shit at relationships, to such an extreme that Cash’s stepmother committed suicide
because
of Parnell’s antics.

Cash liked fun. He enjoyed sex. Stretch wanted more, looking to Cash for happiness or completion. Looking for
something.
It scared the fuck out of him. Unwilling to take responsibility for Stretch’s emotions, he kept him at a distance. Then, Cash brought Fee into the relationship and
really
complicated the situation.

The gene that linked Cash to Parnell also sealed his fate on commitment and fidelity.

Stretch gazed at Cash’s mouth, a moment before he stepped to him and gripped his cock.

In his eyes, Cash saw everything he should want—mainly love. A love he wasn’t quite sure he deserved, from either of them.

For two different reasons, he tried so fucking hard to stay away from Stretch and Fee, but always ended up back in their arms.

He brushed his lips over Stretch’s, ignoring his inclination to go to Fee since Stretch laid claim to him with this maneuver.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cash saw Fee’s shoulders stiffen and her mouth tighten.

“You finished fucking those girls, so now you’ve come to us,” she said, just to interrupt the moment.

He grinned in her direction. “I didn’t fuck those girls.” Smirking at her, he considered her from the top of her dark brown hair, pausing at her too small, almost indecent, skirt, before continuing to the short boots she wore on her feet. “Why take one of them when I have the two of you in here?”

Nostrils flaring, Stretch searched Cash’s face. Fee swallowed, relaxing again, accepting his story.

He crooked his finger at her. She walked to him, allowing him to wrap an arm around her and tug her into an embrace. A gesture he mirrored with Stretch.

As much as he swore he protected himself by staying in the relationship on his terms, his head hurt at the fucking wrongness of fucking over two people who refused to protect themselves.

One reason he’d stayed away from Fee. He wanted to safeguard her against
him
.

Of all the things he’d expected, he never thought she’d hunt him down. What should he do in this situation?

Searching his conscience, he stood in the embrace, quiet, listening to his thoughts.

“We love you.” Fee spoke the problem in a nutshell.

Cash didn’t know if he’d betrayed Stretch by bringing her into their relationship. Or if it was a natural progression. They both enjoyed women. They’d had several brief, meaningless threesomes. The difference was Fee wasn’t brief or meaningless. He’d also chosen her
without
Stretch, breaking their agreement to select a woman together.

He released both of them, familiar emptiness creeping in.

“I’m going back to the party,” he announced, affecting unconcern. Dealing with their jealousy towards each other wasn’t on tonight’s to-do list. It wasn’t present all of the time—most of the time—but when it was, it was hell. “Let me walk you to your car, Fee.”

She drew her brows together. Suddenly, her eyes brightened and she backed up to Stretch’s bed. The mattress hit the back of her legs, and she plopped down. Without pause, she unzipped each of her boots, then kicked them off.

“How do you turn your music on?”

Stretch looked as mystified at Fee’s behavior as Cash felt as he connected his phone to speakers and pulled up his music subscription service. “Any particular track?”

Mischief livened her face. “Anything I can strip to.”

“Ophelia,” Cash started in warning tones. If she ended up naked, he’d never be able to resist her. Pushing her away was already hard. That small admission irritated the fuck out of him. “It’s time to go.”

Forgetting about the music and catching on to her intentions, Stretch sat next to her. They both glanced at him before tearing into each other’s mouths.

Cash needed to get the fuck out. If they wanted to fuck, he wouldn’t interfere. He’d watched them before, but then she made the little noise, where she lost herself to pleasure, that tortured Cash.

Stretch unbuttoned her top and removed it. He unfastened her bra and slid it down her arms. His fingers looked so tanned and rough against her creamy skin as he took one of her apricot-colored nipples into his mouth. Throwing her head back, Fee threaded her fingers through his hair. She made that sound again.

Cash’s balls tightened and he gritted his teeth, reminding himself that he’d told them they could indulge in a secret affair on his terms.

He lived by the code of
self first
. Ignoring his rising cock, instead of crossing the room and fucking, went against his motto.

Gliding his fingers along Fee’s thigh, Stretch lifted his head to see his strokes. Their differences fascinated Cash, one so soft and delicate looking, the other hard and all man.

“Fuck, you’re bare beneath your skirt.” To prove his awed words, Stretch shoved her skirt above her waist, revealing her pussy.

Cash’s balls were beginning to fucking hurt. The conscience that had reared its ugly head faded to the background.

The gutteral grunt cracked the last bit of Cash’s resistance. Completely fucking undone, he went to the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he picked up a condom and the lubricant, laying it next to Fee’s head.

As Cash undressed, Stretch parted her thighs, dipping his head to her little clit. He stroked her from the top of her mound down to her ass, twirling his tongue around her rosebud.

Fee jerked at the contact, a pink hue sweeping her body. Before Cash’s eyes, her pussy flushed. Desire glazed her brown eyes, leaving him helpless to do anything else but return her smile. Eating her pussy, Stretch didn’t see the exchange or her tender regard.

In over his motherfucking head, Cash went to Stretch, lifting his shirt and stroking his back, his side, and along his stomach, all the way to his belt. He rubbed his hard cock against Stretch’s ass. Unbuckling his belt, he leaned into Stretch, kissing behind his ear, the scent of Fee making his hands shake.

“Undress,” he whispered against Stretch’s ear.

Cash had to repeat the command before Stretch complied by taking his shirt off and opening his jeans. His injuries shamed him, so he never undressed completely.

The moment he moved, Cash laid next to Fee and pulled her into his arms, planting his mouth over hers. He rubbed her pussy, massaging her clit with two fingers. She tasted so fucking sweet, Cash could kiss her all damn night.

Stretch climbed on the other side of Fee. Without the wall against his back, Stretch might’ve fallen flat on his ass in the queen-sized bed. He tweaked Fee’s nipple and grasped Cash’s hair, dragging his head up in a tight hold, taking the kisses for himself.

Fee scooted from between them, down Cash’s body to his cock. She didn’t take him in her mouth, licking his balls instead.

Times like this he wished for four hands. He didn’t want to stop touching Stretch, but he wanted to place his hands in Fee’s hair, urge her on as she sucked his dick.

He contented himself with touching one of Stretch’s cheek while attempting to reach for Fee. Fucking impossible, unless he sat up. Stretch pulled away, crawling behind Fee and raising her ass in the air.

Flipping Stretch a condom, Cash glared at him for not reaching for it himself. Fee could
not
turn up pregnant. He had a slew of reasons, the main one named Outlaw.

Cash risked life and dick by continuing to fuck her.

Once Stretch covered his cock, he sank into Fee. She moaned at the contact, her breath fanning Cash’s dick. The sight of Stretch’s pleasure, the sound of Fee’s relief from having a cock inside her, heightened Cash’s need. His hands finally free, he indulged in wrapping her hair around his fingers while she fucked him with her mouth.

The sound of her sucking him, Stretch’s and Fee’s bodies slapping together, the feel of the tip of his cock down her throat, sent Cash over the edge. It felt as if his cum travelled along his spine, to his balls, then burst out of his cock.

Fee swallowed his cum, then rocked her hips against Stretch. He pulled out of her and laid on his back, next to Cash.

“Ride me, Fee,” he instructed.

Brilliant fucking idea. “Face forward,” Cash told her. “And lean against Stretch.”

Once she obeyed his command, Cash settled between their legs. Fondling Stretch’s balls, he licked Fee’s pussy in long, slow strokes. He tongued down, stealing a few licks at the base of Stretch’s cock. But he would come, stimulated by Fee’s pussy. Cash used his mouth for Fee’s sake, so he concentrated on her clit, although he continued to play with Stretch’s balls.

Fee was soaked. The more Stretch fucked her, the faster Cash licked her, the juicier her pussy got.

Her body began to shake, her cries turning to screams as she came against Cash’s tongue. Beneath his hand, Stretch’s balls tightened. Stretch released a harsh grunt, then stiffened, his thrusts halting, although he kept his cock in Fee.

Now, Cash had a hard cock again while Fee and Stretch were satisfied. He kissed the inside of her thigh, allowing her a moment longer to catch her breath.

“We have to get you out of here, Fee,” he said, getting to his feet.

“Your cock’s hard again.” Stretch pointed out the fucking obvious.

Cash rolled his eyes. “No shit.”

Guiding Fee off his cock, Stretch climbed out of bed and approached Cash, resuming the kiss that had been interrupted earlier.

“I want you so bad,” Stretch told him.

Cash would come up with a better plan tomorrow. Through resisting them tonight, he guided Stretch back to the bed, who wasted no time lying next to Fee while Cash used the last condom. Just as he reached for the lube, Fee snatched it. Opening the bottle, she poured some into her hand. She rubbed against Stretch’s raised legs. Stroking his ass, she bent her head and took his cock into her mouth.

Much like Stretch had done earlier, Cash lifted her ass in the air and sank into her, sighing in bliss. Grasping her hips, he drove into her, not wanting to pull out of her, but doing so anyway.

“Move, minx,” he ordered.

Whining in protest, she rolled to her side. Seeing how well she’d prepared Stretch for Cash’s invasion didn’t stop him from entering slowly, giving Stretch time to relax.

“Come here, Fee,” Stretch said, pulling her to him. Positioning her pussy on his mouth, she faced Cash.