Chapter 7
Cage
It’s been seven days, an entire week, and I can’t fucking shake it.
It’s like my nerves are itching. I can’t get that girl off my mind.
She’s been at the edge of my every thought.
Her pretty face haunting me morning, noon, and in the wee hours of the night when I’m fisting my cock.
The worst part is, I don’t even know whether she made it home safe or not.
I’m not sure what happened to her. That’s the part that’s burnin’ me up most. I need to fucking find her and just make sure she’s alive, then I’ll be able to forget the girl.
“I’m going for a ride.” I stand from the table, gaining the guys’ attention.
Everyone’s looking at me like I just grew a set of antlers.
Maybe because we were right in the middle of a poker game.
They might as well take my money now, because it’s not like I’m able to concentrate on anything other than the wild cowgirl who disappeared on me.
“I’ll go with you,” Bones states.
My best friend won’t let me ride alone, so I don’t even argue. Besides, he’s been on edge lately too and looks like he could use a drive himself.
I’m just gonna head to the bar where I met Payton last week and see if I can get eyes on her. Once I know she’s safe, I’ll be on my way and things will get back to normal.
But when we get to the bar, she’s not there, and the tension ratchets tighter. Now, I need a fucking drink.
“You want to tell me why we’re back here?” Bones asks, eyeing me skeptically.
“Just wanted to get a drink.”
“We passed about a dozen bars on the way.”
“There’s no chance I’ll run into my dad here.”
That brow of his narrows in further. “You sure that’s the reason? Or is it that girl you met last week that you’re after?”
He’s always been able to read me better than anyone else. I suppose being friends since we were little rugrats would do it.
“Come on.” I ignore his question. “I’ll buy you a drink.”
As soon as we walk into the bar, all heads turn. The women all perk up in their spots, flipping their hair and sticking out their chests, while the men seem to grow weary. We ain’t here to cause trouble. We’ll just grab a drink and be on our way. Then I need to forget this girl once and for all.
“What would you fellas like?” purrs the bartender. She leans forward across the bar trying to give me an eyeful of her tits, but I keep my eyes trained on hers. I have no interest. The only thing I need from her is a scotch.
“I’ll take your best scotch, and he’ll have a Johnny Walker Black.”
I turn toward the crowd, scanning through once more in search of the pretty brunette that I can’t stop thinking about, but she’s not here. She wasn’t outside either. I’m tempted to ask the bartender if she knows of her, but that’s just digging myself deeper.
“Thanks.” I slap a Benjamin on the bar top and turn to hand Bones his drink.
His eyes are trained on his phone, and he suddenly looks pissed.
“Let’s go out back for a smoke.” That way I can find out what’s goin’ on.
Hope shit isn’t blowing up back at the club.
I’m not eager about racing back up the mountain.
“You need a smoke, man?” I place our drinks down at a table with an open view to the dance floor then take a seat.
He’s still typing away on his phone, not answering my question.
I pull out a cigarette and take a drag, waiting until he lifts his head to tell me what the hell is going on.
I scan the crowd as I wait, looking through all the women dancing up on the floor.
None of them have moves like Payton. That girl could dance.
None of them have a body like hers either. That girl… whew… Fucking fire.
“Fuck. Are you kidding me?” I whip my head around at the snap of his voice. “I’ve gotta go deal with something. You good gettin’ back by yourself?”
“You want to tell me what’s going on?” He’s been distracted all night. Never seen him play such a bad hand of cards before.
“The governor’s daughter ran off and he can’t find her ass.”
I should’ve known. That girl has managed to become his little obsession.
“You want me to go with you?”
“Nah. Need to handle this on my own.” In other words, he doesn’t want me there while he goes to sort his girl out.
If he’s not careful, he’s gonna find himself in trouble.
The governor isn’t gonna let his little princess get caught up with a Savage Knight.
And that man pulls a lot of favors for us, as well as keeping our asses out of prison, so we can’t go fucking up that relationship.
“Just remember who it is you’re dealing with.”
“She’s nineteen, Cage. I’m not trying to rob the cradle. I’m just doing the man a favor.” And I call bullshit. Bones has the girl’s image as a screensaver on his computer. He’s turned into a regular damn stalker. Just as long as he doesn’t cross a line, all will be fine.
“You let me know if you need me.”
He tips his chin and then storms off, and I reach for his untouched drink before turning my attention back to the dance floor.
I’m about to take a sip when I spot a flash of flowing brown hair, long tanned legs, a perfect round ass swaying to the beat, and those sexy little tits poking through a red tank top.
She’s here. And damn, does she look good.
She’s got on a short little jean skirt tonight along with some brown leather cowgirl boots, and my dick more than approves.
She swivels around with the rest of the crowd and then she’s facing me.
Just like before, her eyes come right to mine.
As if she senses me. That brow of hers cocks up the moment she sees me.
Damn, I’m definitely gonna need another taste.
I swallow back the contents of my glass then leave it on the table as I stand.
She keeps up her little line dance, but her eyes stay locked on me, watching as I approach slowly.
The dancing crowd turns to face the opposite direction as I close in, and she turns right along with them. I reach out and snag her around the waist, pulling her back against me, catching her off guard. But I’ve got her. And damn does it feel good to have her in my arms again.
“What are you doing here, Outlaw?” She almost sounds out of breath, but I take it all those spins and shuffles will do it.
“Came looking for you, Cowgirl.”
She turns her head, biting down on that juicy red lip. The one that tasted so sweet.
“So, you’re stalking me now?” She winks.
Damn. Every time she opens her mouth, my cock spills seed in my drawers.
“Was worried about you. You disappeared on me, and I wasn’t sure whether you made it home safe.” I turn her in my arms, locking her right to me. “Didn’t like you takin’ off like that.”
“Well, you found me. I’m right here. Safe and sound.”
That she is. And she’s looking fine as hell.
“I think you need to make it up to me,” I state, hearing the gruffness in my throat. The heat I’m feeling is burning up my vocal cords.
“Make it up to you?” Her sassy little brow lifts.
“I was worried all week that you’d been snatched up by an alien or picked up off the side of the road by a killer. Therefore, I think you need to let me see you home tonight. Make sure you’re safely tucked into that bed of yours.”
Her smirk unravels my nerves. Everything about her drives me wild.
“You’ll have to play your cards right then, Outlaw.”
Damn, I want to haul her ass out of here. But I brought my bike tonight and I can’t fuck her on the back of that thing. I need to get her back to her place so I can lay her out in her bed and get me a taste of that sweet cunt.
I step in even closer, breathing her in deep. She smells so fucking good. “How about you let me buy you a drink?”
She slowly shakes her head, running those red nails of hers up the side of my neck, making my pulse race under her touch. “I think it’s best for me to stay sober if I’m going to take that ride.”
I grip her tighter. “I’d never put you on the back of my bike if I had too much to drink.” I’m done drinking for the night, and the one I’ve had isn’t enough to impair me.
“That’s not the kind of ride I was talking about.” She leans in, brushing those soft lips across the base of my neck.
Shit. I need a taste of this woman so fucking bad.
“Need those lips, Cowgirl.”
She runs her tongue across them, making my dick weep again. “Then you better give me a dance, Outlaw. I need to see your moves first.”
She wants to see my moves? Fine, I’ll show her my moves. I’ll show her exactly what my hips intend to do when I’ve got her beneath me.