Cage’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #6)

Chapter 1

Cage

“This one is for you, brother.” King tips his glass towards Dagger.

“May you and that ornery stepsister of yours live in wedded fucking bliss.” He gives him a wink, and Dagger smirks, shaking his head.

Wynter may be ornery but she’s nothing but sugar underneath that tough exterior.

“And may you two find a house soon so we don’t have to listen to you grunting like a boar every night.

This old man needs to get some beauty sleep. ”

The guys all break out into an uproar of laughter, busting Dagger’s chops.

But it’s facts. Those two go at it like jackrabbits.

We’ve all gotten more than an earful of what goes down in that bedroom.

And on more than one occasion, I’ve had to find my way outside for a smoke. My dick nearly blue with envy.

“You jealous, Prez?” Dag gives it right back to the old man. “Pretty soon those balls of yours are gonna shrivel up and turn into prunes if you don’t get yourself some action. How long has it been? Ten years? Twenty?”

“More like last week.” Rogue smirks, turning his eyes on King. “Why don’t you tell them about that little kitten you met while we were out east, Prez? What was her name? Molly?”

“Mandy,” he grunts.

“No fucking way!” Dag nearly shouts, drawing the attention of the patrons at the neighboring tables.

Although, the group of women were already looking our way, giving eyes and making it known that they’re up for a good time.

None of them strike my fancy so I don’t pay them any mind.

“The Prez got some action.” Dag nods approvingly. “Shit. Pigs must be flying.”

I honestly don’t recall the last time I saw King with a woman.

It’s been years since he’s even messed around with a sweetbutt.

He’s always claimed to be too busy running the club and raising his daughter to think about his dick.

Plus, he never wanted to bring an outsider into Rory’s life.

But someone must’ve caught his attention when he was out east. And she must’ve been someone pretty special by the look that just crossed his face right before he shut it down.

“Who was she?” Dag presses further. “Must’ve been one hell of a woman to get you to let down that zipper for a change.”

King shakes his head, looking like he’s forcing out that grin on his lips. “Just had me a little bit of fun is all.”

“Fun? You barely came up for air.” Rogue cocks his brow, poking the bear further.

King cuts him a glare, and we all bust up laughing. Looks like the Prez is getting embarrassed. That’s a first. His cheeks are now the shade of an apple. And he’s looking a little tense around the shoulders.

“With all the shit going down, I needed the release.”

“Sounded like you needed more than that.” Rogue chuckles. “Talk about a grunting boar.”

If Rogue’s not careful, he’s liable to get his ass kicked. King’s smile could freeze over the pits of hell right now. There ain’t an ounce of amusement in it.

“Good to know you still got it, old man.” Dag claps King on the shoulder.

“Yeah, I still got it.” He shakes his head. “I’m forty-six, you fucker. Not eighty.”

Everyone cuts up again while King tosses back the rest of his drink then flags down the waitress for another. I decide to pass on the next round and take my ass outside for a smoke. All this talk about marriage and sex is wrangling up some unwanted memories and cranking my nerves tight.

“You good, Cage?”

I turn toward Bones and nod. “Yeah, just steppin’ out for a smoke.”

“You want some company?”

“Nah. I’ll be back in a few.”

I ignore the knowing look in his eyes and push my way through the crowd and out the back door, lighting up as soon as I step outside.

I’ve never cared much for the taste of envy, and no amount of booze seems to be washing it away.

Dagger’s a lucky SOB; I’ll give him that.

He’ll never have to worry about Wynter betraying his trust. That girl’s been through hell and back and knows what loyalty truly means.

Plus, she loves his ass. They both are damn good for each other.

I take another drag, forcing the jealousy out on my exhale, focusing my attention on the crowd of folks up by the stage.

They’re doing some kind of line dance. The inside of the bar is so packed you can barely hear the music over all the noise.

But out here, the country music is pumping loud and clear, and the women are boot scootin’ while the men watch from the sides.

Most of them are focused on one woman in particular. And I can see why.

There’s a long-legged brunette dressed in jean shorts and tan boots who’s stealing the show.

She’s not just doing the moves; she’s giving the dance her own flare, grinding those hips down to the ground while the others do a little hip shake.

Spinning circles as the others shuffle forward and back.

She pivots her hip, puttin’ a little extra twist in the dip then starts moving towards the other wall.

I take another drag, my eyes running over her profile.

Those long silky brown waves are flowing halfway down her back, getting tossed around as she shakes that fine ass.

It’s nice and curved, filling out those cheeky little shorts she’s got on.

If she bends over, I’ll be able to see the curve of those cheeks peeking out from the bottom.

Damn, I could sink my teeth into it. Her tits are somethin’ to write home about too.

They’re small and round and don’t need a bra to keep them lifted in place.

In fact, I’m not even sure she’s wearing one under that top she’s got on.

I can see the full slope of her breasts with her little peaks pointed out. No underwire or straps in sight. Damn.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a taste for a woman.

A damn long time since my dick chubbed out in public.

I take another drag, watching those hips move.

Watching her feet glide across the floor.

She turns again, this time towards me, and my jaw hits the wooden floor along with all the stomping boots.

Now I know that it’s not just her moves and that body that’s capturing everyone’s attention.

She’s a fucking knockout. Dark eyes gleaming as she has her fun.

She’s got a radiant smile, too. Plump red lips giggling at something her friend has just said.

She does her spins again, and when she stops, her eyes meet mine head on.

I catch a momentary pause in her footing before she carries on with the dance.

But those eyes don’t waver. They watch me as she grinds down to the ground and back up.

They grow darker as she dips that hip. Her teeth sink into her lower lip like she’s devouring me in her thoughts, and I let out a groan.

I’m fucking swallowing hard as the cum leaks from the end of my dick.

Eventually, it’s time for her to turn again and face the other direction.

She gives me a little wink before her pretty eyes are gone.

I reach into my pants, needing to adjust myself.

Haven’t had a hankering like this in… I don’t even remember the last time I wanted to take a girl back to my place.

I haven’t even wanted to touch the sweetbutts in ages.

But this girl… I don’t even think I can make it back up the mountain to the clubhouse.

I need her in the back of my truck. Sprawled out and at my mercy.

Fuck, she’s hot.

The song comes to an end, and her friends all gather around her, giggling and smiling.

Everyone’s drawn to her like she’s a beacon of light, a gravitational force.

Even the guys have moved in closer, positioning themselves for an opening.

I take another drag, keeping my eyes locked on her while watching the vultures from my periphery.

They aren’t going to get a shot with her.

She never even noticed any of them while she was up there on that floor.

It wasn’t until she saw me that she got that look in her eyes.

As if sensing my stare, her head lifts. Those eyes coming right on back to me.

It’s a silent exchange. The attraction so intense it nearly knocks the wind out of me.

The air is charging by the second. And neither one of us can deny it or look away.

She wants it just as much as I do. Which means she’s going to be mine tonight. No fucking ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Another song starts to play, and her friends all get excited, wanting to go back out on the floor.

But she shakes her head, saying something to them before she breaks away from the pack and starts walking right in my direction.

Those dark eyes are locked on me again and twisting my need tighter the closer she gets.

My dick is practically weeping with anticipation, wanting to skip the introductions and head straight to my truck.

I don’t want to be disappointed the second she opens her mouth to speak.

Too often the body is better than the brains, and my dick deflates the moment the girls start talking.

“Mind if I bum one of those?” Her voice is like silk.

Smooth and warm, and tinged with that midwestern charm.

So is that smile. Her lips are tipped up in a sexy little smirk, making me want to drive my tongue right between the seam and get better acquainted.

All I want is to get lost in the attraction and fuck myself numb.

I pull out my pack of smokes from my back pocket and take one out for her.

“Thanks,” she says, putting it right between those pouty red lips, making my dick jealous.

I flick my lighter for her and she dips her head, drawing in deep as the butt of the cigarette begins to burn.

My balls are starting to feel those flames.

Orange embers flicking up my shaft. Tingling over my nerves. Making me sweat inside my boxers.

She exhales slowly and her eyes drift down my frame, assessing me with the same heat. Her tongue wets her lip the lower she goes. There’s no denying what she’s looking at. My dick is trying to bust through my jeans.

“Never seen you around here before,” she drawls in that honey tone. “You just passing through?”

“From Rikota,” I answer, releasing the smoke out the side of my mouth so I don’t blow it right at her. Damn, she has a pretty face. Sun-tanned skin painted with little bronze freckles. And those deep chocolate eyes, which are revealing her thoughts.

Her little tongue slips out wetting the filter as she takes in another drag, drawing her cheeks in as she inhales, and my dick jerks in my pants.

I want to know what it would feel like to be sucked down the back of her throat.

Those smooth lips gliding over my skin. Blowing me instead of blowing out that smoke.

“So you’re from the mountains.” She nods as if it makes sense. “It’s pretty out there.”

That it is. It’s quiet up there too. You don’t run the risk of bumping into people you don’t want to see. I only come out this way if I truly have to.

“So, what brought you to our little ol’ town then?” she asks.

“A brother of mine is getting married tomorrow. We’re celebrating his last night as a bachelor.”

“And you decided to bring him here? Not take him to the strip club?”

She sounds awfully surprised by that. Guess it’s typical for men to want to get their fill of titties before they get hitched, but that shit gets old.

Strip clubs are full of desperate pussy.

Every shake of their tits is like a sales pitch.

And every purchase comes with unforeseen taxes.

Besides, Dagger didn’t want his girl cutting his balls off and refusing to let him between her legs on their wedding night. So that was out of the question.

“Not our style.” I draw in another drag.

“That’s surprising.” Her brow lifts. “Figured you bad boys lived in places like that.”

“And what makes me a bad boy?” I step in closer. I want to grip her neck and pull her right to my mouth. Show her how bad I can be.

“That.” Her eyes drop to my chest, and she points to my one percent patch stitched onto my leather cut.

I shrug, taking another drag of my cig and leaning right into her mouth, forcing it to part for me. “Maybe I am a little bad.” I let the smoke slip between her lips, wanting to slip my tongue in too. “But I’m only one percent bad.”

A tremble rocks through her shoulders as I shift back, and my pulse has picked up speed.

I’m ready to get this girl out of this place and beneath me.

The things I want to do to this body are downright shameless, but I think she’d be up for it.

Those dark eyes haven’t showed an ounce of intimidation. They’re begging for it.

“Such a shame.” Her head shakes as she presses those firm tits against my chest.

“Why is that a shame?” I grunt. My voice is getting raspy, but the smoke isn’t the culprit.

“I was kind of hoping you were ninety-nine percent bad.”

Shit, I like this girl. The things coming out of her mouth are turning me the fuck on. I actually want her to talk more, which is a first.

“What’s your name, doll?”

“Payton. Yours?”

Payton. Damn, that’s just as pretty as she is.

“I’m Cage.”

“Is that your real name, or your street name?”

She must know something about club life. Either that or she watches that Sons of crap on TV. Those men give us a bad rap. We don’t deal in drugs. And we don’t ever lay a finger on a woman.

“It’s my road name.”

“Did you earn it because you stalk your prey like a caged animal?”

I’m biting back a chuckle. She must be gettin’ the sense that she’s my prey. She’s right about that.

“Somethin’ like that. Are you scared I might attack?”

She steps even closer, giving me a whiff of her perfume. She even smells tempting. Those red painted nails run down my arm, making every inch they touch prick with goose bumps.

“I probably should be scared.” That sultry voice is a mere purr, rubbing up my nerves and begging for a pet. “But I’m kind of hoping you will…attack.”

Fuck. This girl stepped right out of my damn fantasies and is staring up at me. It’s time to get her out of this place.

“You want to take a drive, doll?”

Her teeth sink right down into that full lower lip, and I can’t even fight the groan. I’m going to be the one grunting like a wild boar tonight. Riding her hard and dirty.

“Let me just go tell the girls I’m taking off.”

She turns and I watch as those hips strut right back over to her friends, undoubtedly giving that extra sway for my viewing pleasure.

I’m going to sink my teeth into that ripe backside of hers as soon as I get her alone.

Ravish that woman whole. I don’t intend to leave a single inch unmarked.

She’s got me feeling like a caged animal now.

My cock’s about to bust through my pants to get to her.