Page 5 of Cash's Treasure

She is a goddamn temptation to my steel control.

With my focus shot, I realize I am not going to get anything else done tonight. I carefully pack all the documents and my computer into my bag before grabbing my helmet to head out. I walk to the spot where I parked my bike and lean against it as I wait for Kayla to show up.

I find my thoughts wandering to my life before I met Kayla. Everything about it revolved around my club. Steel Order took me in after my short stint in jail. A few years ago, my twin and I used to work at run-down auto garage. My twin brother was the mechanic, and I handled the finances. Well, more like mishandled them. I was cocky enough to think I cover my tracks well enough, but I was eventually caught and sentenced to three years. After that, no one would trust me with their books, but the motorcycle club took in my twin and me, and I agreed to be their money man.

In the seven years I have been with the club, I have not only managed to organize their finances—both legal and otherwise—but helped the club venture into other lucrative businesses. Hell, I have done so well that I’ve never had a reason to steal any money from the club. That, and the fact that I would never betray the people who took in my brother and me when the rest of the world viewed us as irredeemable trailer trash.

The Steel Order MC is my chosen family, and Kayla . . . She’s already the most important person in my life, and soon, I’ll make her mine officially.

I watch her come out of the club through the staff entrance, her lips curving in a wide smile when she spots me. She’s changed from her uniform into blue jeans and a sweater. Fuck, even in the simplest of clothes, she looks like the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.

“Sorry, I kept you waiting,” she says, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I had to help a bit before I could leave.”

I nod, grabbing the spare helmet I keep for her and securing it on her head. I straddle the bike and wait for her to climb on behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist and sending a deep ache to my cock. I clench my jaw and start the bike before tearing out of the parking lot.

It typically takes me twenty minutes to drop her off at the condo we share before riding back to the Steel Order clubhouse, but tonight, it takes much less. I’m sure I break a couple of traffic laws on the way, but I can blame that on the girl currently wrapped around me.

Every moment I spend around her is further erodes my control, but something about tonight . . .

There is no fucking way I can be with her a second longer girl without wanting to claim her for myself. I’ve managed to hold back all this time, but my control has been chipping away little by little over time. Now I’m at my limit.

Except, Kayla seems determined to push me past my breaking point.

She grabs my jacket sleeve once she’s taken off her helmet. “You’re coming up, right? You said we’d have dinner together.”

If I do that, food will be the last thing on my mind, but I can’t tell her that. For the last few weeks, I’ve been spending less and less time in the condo we share, choosing instead to crash at the clubhouse. I can’t fall asleep at night with nothing more than a thin wall and my determination separating us. But I know the change in my routine hasn’t gone unnoticed, and I can see the hurt in her eyes. I hate myself for putting it there.

Goddamnit, just the thought of tearing her jeans down her legs and burying my face between those luscious thighs is tempting. My mouth waters at the thought of finally tasting her feminine lips and lapping up her arousal. I want so badly to swallow her pleasured cries as I thrust my aching cock into her tight heat, taking her over and over until she’s sobbing my name.

“Cash?”

I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head. Normally, I can control my need for her, but something I can’t define has changed recently, and it’s left me a little unsettled. Perhaps it’s the fact that I haven’t enjoyed the feel of a woman since meeting Kayla, or maybe the mention of someone from her past showing up at the bar has brought out the caveman in me tonight.

The thought of her past life catching up to her makes me want to press my lips to her skin and mark her as mine so that whoever it is knows that she belongs to me. That there is a very dangerous man willing to risk it all for her.

Or maybe these strong desires are from the look she flashed me earlier in the evening when I walked into the bar. There was something different, almost flirtatious and shy about her eyes when they first locked with mine. Fuck, whatever the case, I cannot be in an enclosed space with this girl. Not tonight.

“I still have a lot of work to do, so maybe—”

“You can do it here,” she cuts me off, her voice unusually needy. “I . . . There is this spaghetti recipe I saw online, and I’ve been meaning to try out. You can work here, and I’ll make us dinner.”

I breathe out a sigh. “Kayla.”

“I want to try this dish with you,” she says, tugging at my jacket and forcing me to climb completely off my bike. I turn off the ignition and grab the keys before sliding them into my pocket. I don’t put up much fight as she drags me through the lobby and straight to the elevator.

I want her.

I want Kayla with the vengeance of a sex-starved beast, but at the same time, I love this girl. Before meeting her, I never understood how a man could be completely and utterly taken by a woman, and yet, “no” seems to be a foreign word when it comes to her. I can’t bring myself to fight her on anything.

So, like the lovesick bastard that I am, I follow this gorgeous girl into our home.

Chapter Three

Kayla

I sneak glances into the living room as I stir the sauce in the pan, my focus split between the dish I am preparing and the large man currently typing fast on his laptop.

The house is quiet tonight. It often is when Cash is home, but it’s never felt this eerie. Cash is not a talkative person in the first place, and I’m often the one who has to fill the silence with chatter, but tonight, after seeing my stepbrothers, I’m feeling a bit out of sorts.

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