Chapter 9
Cage
“You gonna walk me out, pretty girl, or are you going to make me do the walk of shame?” I give her a wink. Damn, I don’t want to leave, but she’s got to get to the stables. And I don’t want to make her late.
“Wouldn’t dare want you to feel ashamed.” She winks. “Come on, Outlaw. I’ll walk you out.”
“Leaving so soon?”
I nearly jump in spot, her roommate’s voice startling me half to death.
The girl’s sitting on the couch drinking a cup of coffee.
Tucked in the corner. Shit. I hadn’t realized anyone else was here.
We were fucking crazy last night. Goin’ at it like animals.
And the shit I was saying to Payton… Fuck.
Now, I’m understanding the look on the girl’s face.
“Shit. You scared the crap out of me,” Payton gasps, grabbing her chest. “I thought you stayed with Dusty last night?” She gulps, swallowing hard, no doubt coming to the same conclusion I just did. It’s possible her roommate heard everything.
“He was being an ass, so I decided not to.”
Now, Payton’s eyes are huge. Unfortunately, I’ve got no shame.
Been living at the MC clubhouse for way too long.
I’ve heard shit, seen shit, and done shit right in front of others, so I’m not all that embarrassed.
Besides, it was one hell of a night. One of the best I’ve ever had. But my girl is embarrassed.
My girl? Shit. I’m fucking sunk.
“Oh. I… Um…” Payton’s at a loss for words, so I move in, offering my hand to the girl.
“Name’s Cage.”
“Chassie.” She takes my hand, giving me a firm shake. She’s surprisingly strong for a girl so petite.
“Are there any more like you?” she asks.
“Chass!” Payton gasps, shaking her head at the girl. I can’t help but smirk.
Chassie’s obviously not offended by what she heard last night.
Looks like she’s after some wild fun too.
I’m sure I’ve got a few brothers who’d be up to the challenge.
And by the looks of her, they’ll be fighting over her.
She’s not as striking as the girl standing next to her, whose cheeks are now as pink as can be, but Chassie is a looker. I just happen to be biased.
“What?” Chassie shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just wondering if he has any single friends. You know the guys in this town. It’s slim pickins.”
Pretty sure Slade or Preacher would be into her. They both like tiny girls. Which is fucking funny since they’re both huge-ass motherfuckers.
“Why don’t you girls come to the clubhouse tonight?
We’re having a little get together. Nothin’ fancy, but there will be music and drinks, and you can meet some of the guys.
” I turn toward Payton. “And you can come and burn up the dance floor with those moves you got.” She gives me a smile that makes my damn heart skip a beat. “You should bring your sisters too.”
She told me about them last night. They were the other two girls with her the first night we met. I’d like for Chassie to have others to keep her company, so I can haul my girl back to my room and let her dance on my dick for a bit.
“What do you say, doll?”
“I’ll check my calendar,” she teases. At least, she better be teasing. “Come on, Outlaw. Let me see you out so I can shower and get to work. The boss man is gonna be pissed if I’m not on time. And he can be a crotchety one.”
Definitely don’t want to cause her no trouble.
“It was nice meeting you, Chassie. I’ll see you tonight.”
“What time?” the girl asks, ignoring the glaring look from her friend.
“Things usually get going around nine, but y’all are welcome to come earlier. You want to say eight?” I grab Payton and pull her to me. “I’ll text this little one the address.”
“Sounds good.” She grins, and Payton shakes her head, turning and pulling me out of the room and out the door.
“Sorry about her. She’s the shy one out of the group,” she teases.
“Nothin’ to apologize for. I like her. Now, give me those lips, baby.
” I pull her to me and get me a taste of her sweetness, revving myself up is what I’m doing.
Before I fuck her up against this wall and really make her late for work, I pull away.
“I better get going before I’m locking you down. But I’ll see you tonight, Cowgirl.”
“Sounds like you’re getting addicted, Outlaw.”
Damn straight I am. I’m full on hooked.
“What’s your number, doll?”
She gives me her digits, and I shoot her a text, which she’ll get to open when she gets back inside.
“Alright, baby. One more for the road.”
I kiss her one last time then head out, feeling like nothing could get me down.