He tried to drag her back towards him. Harley had other ideas. She kicked backward and up landing a blow to his groin. It was a glancing blow, yet it was enough for her to get loose.
Harley tried to draw on her new-found power. She had to end this thing before he connected a blow. While he was still holding his family jewels, she focused the energy on one last kick. She chose the roundhouse kick because it would do a lot of damage and she had the extra seconds to perform it.
The mountains’ head snapped back. Harley had no idea how much damage she had done, but he was on the ground. She looked around for Cash and saw him deliver a final blow to the last guy that was standing.
By the time the man hit the ground the entire group was surrounded by police. The four men were taken away by ambulance while the officers took their statements. They asked for identification. Harley thought it wouldn’t hurt to show them her credentials.
She wasn’t an officer. She did work with the police, though, so she had official credentials she showed when she arrived at crime scenes.
The credentials did indeed help, that, and the fact that each one of the guys that attacked Cash had a record. Each one had previously been arrested for assault.
No charges were pressed against Harley or Cash. The festival was long over by the time the police were finished questioning them.
Cash escorted Harley back to the truck helping her in. Once she had buckled her seatbelt he placed a light kiss on her lips before closing the door.
“You hungry?”
“I could eat.”
He drove them to one of the local honky-tonks. It was one of the few places that would serve food late. Both detested fast food.
They found a seat, even though the place was crowded. The waitress came over quickly. She had a bright smile pasted on her face, yet Harley could tell she was exhausted. Cash ordered for them both including a pitcher of beer. She didn’t drink beer that often. Tonight, was a good night for a cold beer.
For a honky-tonk, they sure had amazing steaks. He’d ordered them two porterhouse steaks, rare. Cash polished off his and half of hers.
He also finished half of her stuffed baked potato, his stuffed baked potato, a dinner salad, and half a dozen rolls. Werewolves could really pack away the food, and you would never see an ounce of fat on them. At least not Cash.
Harley wished she had that kind of metabolism. The waitress came back and he ordered dessert. Two for him and one for her. After they polished off the meal and three pitchers of beer, it was time to go.
He left the tired waitress a very hefty tip.
“Want to spend the night?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He pressed a kiss against the pulse of her neck before opening the truck door. He picked her up, sliding her against his body as he sat her in the truck seat.
The heat between them flared instantly. His hands lingered on her waist before he closed the door and went around to start the truck.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
After they pulled out onto the highway, Cash undid her seat belt and motioned for her to slide closer to him. Normally she wouldn’t ride in a vehicle without the seatbelt, but hormones sometimes over road common sense.
Cash slid his hand up along her thigh, kneading the flesh beneath her jeans. His hand felt hot against the fabric. His hand slid farther up rubbing her crotch, massaging the area.
Was it her, or was it getting hot in here? She spread her legs more, allowing him easier access. Their clothes may have been on, but he knew how to turn her on with or without them.
He slid his hand up to her waistband, undoing the button and sliding down her zipper. He played with the flesh just above her waistband before sliding beneath her panties.
One long finger found her clitoris. He rubbed it in a circular motion. Swirling it gently around until she gasped. Using his thumb and forefinger he rolled her clitoris around before squeezing it.
Her breath came in gasps when he slid his hand down further finding her wetness. She looked over at him. His eyes never left the road while he stroked in and out of her.
She squirmed in the seat trying hard not to bump into his leg. He continued to stroke her, fast and then slow and gentle. Alternating paces while still paying attention to her clitoris. Finally, he began to stroke her g-spot as the truck ate up the miles towards Cash’s house.
His voice was low and guttural. “Cum for me Harley.”
Harley let the tension out of her body and closed her eyes. Concentrating only on the sensations he was giving her. He now curled two fingers inside of her, continuing to hit her g-spot.
She threw her head back letting out a moan. She was close to cumming. So, close.
“Cum for me Harley.” The voice was more commanding now. It was deeper partly from him being turned on and partly from his beast. He had fought earlier and now he was turned on. Sex, violence, and blood often called one’s animal instincts.
Finally, she felt her muscles tense. She knew an orgasm was coming and it was going to be a big one. She let out a loud moan as the orgasm hit her body. Her muscles convulsed around his fingers.
Cash continued to work her until she nearly collapsed against his hand. Pulling his hand out of her pants he licked and sucked off every drop of her juice.
“You always taste so damn good.”
“You always make me feel
