Chapter 18
Payton
“Wait, he did? And what did you say?”
“I told him this candy shop is closed.”
Chassie holds up her hand for a high five, nodding in approval. “That’s right. He’s not just gonna show up every time he wants sex. You’re not a booty call.”
No, I’m not. I take another sip of my drink, feeling the buzz starting to settle in. If it weren’t for the alcohol, I’d probably be curled up in my bed in tears. But I’ve got a case of the pissed-off jitters right now and need to go dance them off.
“Come on.” I grab her hand. “Let’s go dance.”
We hit the dance floor, getting right in line with the rest of the crowd. Kicking and stomping. Shuffling and swiveling our hips. I do a spin and slide, then when Chass starts doing the backward strut, I strut towards her. Blowing her a kiss and giggling when she wiggles her brow at me.
I’m so grateful for her. She’s been my rock since we were little girls.
Never judging me for any of my bad choices.
She hated Callum, thought he was an arrogant ass right from the get-go, but she supported my choice.
And stood next to me on the altar. She was reluctant with me getting involved with Cage too, and it turns out she was right again.
It’s time for her to spin and face the other way, but she misses the cue. I try to get her attention, but she’s locked on something behind me. Her eyes growing wide as a weary look forms on her face. I turn to see what’s making her so nervous, and as soon as I do, my stomach is filled with nerves.
Cage is stalking toward me. His lips formed in a tight line. Eyes narrowed in, laser focused right on me. He looks pissed. I start to back up as he closes in, but I find myself up against Chass.
“How did he find me?” I whisper. I never told him where I was.
“I don’t know, but you need to run.”
As soon as she says the word, I turn and start rushing in the direction of the parking lot. I make it past the bar, when I’m suddenly hooked around the waist and caught in his big arms.
“Don’t you dare fucking run from me.” He’s breathing so heavy, voice so tight, it feels like he’s a steaming pressure cooker ready to explode.
“Dude, you need to take your hands off her.”
I turn and see the bartender from earlier glaring him down, or trying to at least, but Cage has a half of a foot on him in height, and who knows how many more pounds of muscles.
“If you had half a brain, you’d walk away right now and mind your fucking business.”
“Not walking away until you let the girl go.”
It’s obvious the bartender doesn’t have a brain. His only saving grace is the fact that Cage doesn’t want to unlock his hold on me. At least, that may spare the poor guy’s life.
“You have a death wish, son, because this is my woman and I’m not letting her go.”
His woman?
“You haven’t called me for over a week, Cage. Then out of the blue you text me saying you want to meet up.” I fight to turn in his arms, wanting to face him. “If that’s how you treat your ‘woman,’ then it’s a hard pass, Outlaw.”
His hand is suddenly at the base of my neck, holding me in place. The tension is so tight in his body, he’s practically shaking.
“I had to leave town to deal with club shit. Fires were going off in every direction and duty fucking called. Then the moment I get back, I text your ass, because I couldn’t stand going one more second without seeing you, and you gave me some bullshit acting like this is over.
” His fingers squeeze me tighter, and I can feel his hot breath cast over me as his head moves in.
“Let me tell you something. This is far from over. You’re mine, Cowgirl.
Now, you have three seconds to give me those sweet lips, otherwise, I’ll be bending you over my knee right here in front of everyone at this bar, and I will spank your ass. ”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, honey, don’t tempt me.”
“Why didn’t you call?” It is the 21st century. Cell phones exist.
“Because I had a burner with me, and like I said, I was dealing with a heap of shit. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to call, baby.
I can promise you that. Thought about you every damn second while I was away.
” He did? All week I was thinking he was with the sweetbutts, but I was wrong.
“You’re down to your last second, doll. What’s it gonna be? ”
“Next time, tell…”
His mouth slams against mine, stealing the rest of my words. And it all fades. The doubt. The insecurities. The sadness. It all gets replaced with the incessant hunger. I need to have this man inside me.
I’m suddenly hoisted around his waist and being carried off in the direction of the parking lot. The crunching of gravel under his heavy boots is in time with his deep breaths. His entire frame is locked tight with tension, and the kiss only seems to be winding him tighter.
He comes to a stop and I see that he brought his truck tonight.
“Get in and get your panties off.”
He hoists me up into the back and then stands and waits for me to follow his orders.
“People will see me if you don’t close the door.”
“Take the bottoms off, Payton.”
I make quick work of removing my shorts and underwear, while he watches me like a caged animal. Prowling at the door. Waiting for it to open so he can attack. Those clear eyes glowing with a menacing look. He’s a wolf on the hunt.
“Now, crawl over here and show her to me.”
I scoot across the bench and kneel before him. Thankfully, we’re in a dark part of the parking lot, but if anyone were to walk by, they’d see me sitting tall showing off my pussy.
He steps forward, blocking the door and people’s view, and the silence expands between us. There’s nothing but the distant music playing, and the sound of his heaving breaths. And his intense eyes staring right between my legs.
“Been starved for you for over a week. Then you tried to take away my favorite treat. I don’t like being denied.
” He heaves the words as his eyes stay locked on his target.
It’s throbbing under the heat of his stare.
My clit is swelling for him. I can feel it pulsing with anticipation.
Every breath he releases makes it tingle.
“It’s never going to happen again, understood?
You’re mine, Payton. Means that I’m the only one who gets to touch.
” His eyes finally drift up, meeting mine. “Are we on the same page now?”
I nod, swallowing down my nerves. “Yes, we’re on the same page.”
“Good. Now, you’re going to come on my tongue like a good girl and then you’re going to climb on top of your man and welcome him home proper. Understood?”
I nod again, unable to form words as his head moves in and his lips press over my clit, leaving a kiss right on the sensitive spot.
His eyes are still locked on mine, watching me closely, searing me under the heat.
It feels naughty to be doing this out in the open where anyone can see, but I think that’s his point.
He wants them to. He wants everyone to know I’m his.
I moan at the thought, and thrust my hips forward, meeting his lips again.
He groans his approval and then his sole focus is on my pussy.
His soft lips begin torturing me sweetly, roaming over every inch.
That thick tongue swiping over my clit and then down through my folds.
His wolf eyes are still watching me, drawing me into the heat.
I feel the tightening in my gut. Those winding strings of pleasure curling tighter and tighter.
I reach out and run my fingers through his hair, locking him in my grip.
“That means you’re mine too, Outlaw. Means this is the only pussy you get to play with.” I won’t share him with the sweetbutts. I’m not going to put up with a man cheating. If that’s his way of life, then I’m out. “Understood? No one else gets to touch that dick.”
He lets out a low growl, a wolf snarl, and then his mouth becomes ravenous, taking me right into the oblivion.
Right into the trenches of the heat. My entire body is hit with the intensity, rocking me forward.
Thankfully, his grip on my ass is holding me in place as he takes me through the storm.
He devours every inch, licking and sucking each little shock.
Kissing me until the pulse is a faint beat.
I slump over his shoulder, and he lifts me up and climbs into the truck, shutting us inside.
“You never have to worry about me straying, babe. I’ve never felt this way for anyone. Won’t dare risk losing something so incredible.”
I lift my head, and it’s burning in those wolf eyes.
The same feeling that’s pounding inside my chest. The one that’s becoming so undeniably real it’s almost terrifying.
I’m falling in love with this man. Head over heels in love.
And it’s bigger than anything I ever felt for Callum.
That’s because Cage is my choice. Not the one I was expected to be with. He’s the man I want to be with.
“I think it’s time for me to welcome my man home proper, Outlaw.”
Another approving growl, and then my big stallion is giving me one hell of a ride.