The Biker's Fate Chapter 642

Teagan

I LANDED ON the bed and laughed as I sank deep.

"First order of business, replace the mattress," Cash said before kissing me, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

I moaned as I tore at his clothing, wanting more. Needing to feel his skin. He broke contact with me only long enough for us to remove our shirts, and then he was back, kissing me, his hands touching every part of me.

I arched into his touch, and moved my mouth so I could taste him. His neck, his throat, I made my way down so I could run my tongue over his nipples as Cash took off my bra one-handed. I threw it into the corner, continuing to devour his chest.

Cash let this go on for a few minutes until he rolled me onto my back and tugged my jeans down my legs, panties and all. Once I was completely naked, he removed his jeans as well, then spread my knees and positioned himself between my legs. He slid one finger inside of me, then two. I licked my lips as I stared up at him, my breaths coming in virtual pants as he worked my pussy.

He smiled gently as he stared down at me. "I love you, Turtle."

"I love you, too."

He pulled his hand away, replacing his fingers with his cock and then he moved. Faster and faster, harder and harder, kissing me as he built the burn. He linked his fingers with mine and dragged my hands above my head as his hips continued to grind deep.

"Cash," I rasped.

"Don't come," he rasped.

Deeper and harder, faster and faster.

"Honey, I'm not sure I can wait."

He hit the spot, and growled, "Come."

I cried out as I let go, kissing his neck as my orgasm hit hard.

"This just gets better and better," I panted out.

He kissed my nose with a grin before rolling off of me and sinking into the mattress. "Jesus, where the fuck did they find this mattress?"

I laughed. "The better question might be 'when'?"

"You might be right," he said as he sat up. Or tried to, anyway. "Fuck. We can't sleep on this."

"No, we really can't. It's sweet of your mom to try, but this is so bad." I turned my head to look at him. "But major kudos to you for giving me an orgasm for the ages on this piece of shit."

"I used the lumpy springs to my advantage."

I snort laughed as he finally heaved himself off the bed then helped me up.

"Let's get cleaned up, then grab a truck and see if we can hit a mattress store today," Cash suggested.

"Can we grab a few other things as well?" I asked as we stepped into the bathroom.

"Yeah, whatever you want."

"Do you need to meet with your dad?"

"If he needs me, he'll let me know."

My mouth dropped open of its own accord.

"What?" Cash asked, as he washed his face.

"That talk with your mom must have gone really well."

He nodded. "It was enlightening, that's for sure."

"Will you share?"

"Some day. Just need to process it for a bit longer."

I kissed his chest. "Okay, honey. I get that."

We cleaned up and changed, then headed downstairs, running into Hatch on the way.

"Hey, Hatch," Cash said. "Do you mind if we take a truck and grab a new mattress?"

Hatch shook his head. "You kittin' out the bedroom upstairs?"

"Yeah."

"Keep receipts, the club'll cover it. Grab a dresser, nightstands, whatever you think it needs."

"Really?" I said with a squeak.

"Yeah, sweetheart, go crazy," Hatch said.

I narrowed my eyes. "How crazy?"

"As crazy as you like."

"Uncle Hatch, you've met me, right?"

"Yeah, baby girl, I've met you. I also know your man, he'll know when to stop you." He nodded toward Cash. "But you don't have a limit, brother. Let her go crazy, anything south of a hot tub."

I clapped my hands and jumped up and down before hugging Hatch. "I love you the bestest!"

"Yeah, sweetheart, I know."

I grinned. "Your spleen is safe for the moment, big man."

"I can die happy." He smirked, focusing on Cash again. "I want you to take a couple of guys with you. Don't want you in the front. If anyone's watchin', don't want them to see you leave."

"Right." Cash sighed. "Good point."

"Have fun," Hatch said, and walked away.

I grinned wide and wrapped my arms around Cash. "Are we sure we can't buy a hot tub?"

Cash laughed, and after checking in with Booker, we grabbed Razor and Buzz and headed out.

We arrived back at the club close to six hours later and I was exhausted. Exhilarated but positively pooped. We'd decided to drive over the bridge into Vancouver to a furniture warehouse the club frequented, because they often had stuff you could take home the same day and they did not disappoint. We found a bed, mattress, dresser, armoire, two nightstands, three lamps, a recliner, and even some artwork.

The bed caused a bit of an argument but when Cash finally saw my vision, it was an easy sell.

"Babe, this is the fifth bed we've looked at it, it's fine," he'd bit out.

"It's not right," I said.

"It's a fuckin' bed. The mattress is the hardest thing to find anyway, and we got that right off the bat. What's wrong with this?" He pointed to the giant upholstered, king-sized bed in the corner of the store.

I gripped his cut and looked up at him. "Can you tie me to it?"

"Come again?"

"I'd like to," I snapped. "Come again… and again and again. So, look for something four-poster, or with railing. No sleigh beds, no upholstery, unless there are hidden hooks in it for a little kinky fun."

"Why the fuck do you say shit like that to me when I can't do anything about it?" he growled before kissing me hard and fast.

"Because you were pissing me off. If you'd just listened to me in the first place, we'd have already been out of here," I sassed, running my finger down his chest. "If there's something you can tie me from above, bonus points for you."