Saranya Chapter 10
Time was flying by. War will be leaving tomorrow to head back to Texas.
I hated to see him go. Cowboy had spent most of Thursday with me and left late at night.
Yesterday, he was at the door of the cottage bright and early, and we spent the entire day until midnight together.
Most of it was at the cottage on the beach.
War joined us off and on, so I had time with him, too.
Cowboy had insisted on it, which made me happy.
When War wasn’t with us, he was exploring or spending time with Mom and Dad.
Today, the three of us joined up at the cottage after lunch. Cowboy had arrived at eight in the morning. Part of the time was spent preparing sweets to take to the clubhouse tonight. I refused to go empty-handed. I told Cowboy this when he told me it wasn’t necessary.
When he saw I wasn’t backing down, he asked if I’d make the fried bananas and mango cake again.
I voiced my concern that others might not like them.
He laughed as he assured me they’d inhale them.
With so many of the Horsemen and their families likely to be there, I made a considerable amount of both.
Cowboy helped me, and when War arrived, he lent a hand as well.
I laughed a lot at their antics in the kitchen.
They made it fun, and the time passed quickly.
When it was time to get ready for the night ahead, I did my hair and makeup at the cottage, but I insisted on stopping by my place to pick up some clothing.
Cowboy told me the things I had at the cottage were good.
I rolled my eyes at him. Men never understood.
War chuckled and told Cowboy to watch and learn.
It took me less than fifteen minutes at home to get changed.
While I did, the guys hung out in the living room.
When I came out, I waited to see what Cowboy would say.
I paired a pair of body-hugging black jeans that made my ass look great with black ankle boots with a three-inch heel.
I wanted as much height as possible without breaking my neck.
I chose a red cap-sleeved lace top that was entirely see-through.
Underneath, I wore a red bra that matched.
It was sexy without showing all the goods.
Since it was cool at night, I had a short black leather jacket to complete the look.
My hair was usually up in a ponytail or braided for work.
However, tonight, I wanted to show off my hair.
I thought it was my best feature, so I left it unbound.
It hung well below my mid-back. When I worked, I wore tinted sunblock and lip balm and maybe some faint blush.
When I go out, I amp it up, but keep it short of becoming slutty.
And I wore jewelry, which I couldn't do when I worked.
War saw me first. He smirked, then shifted his gaze to Cowboy. “Look behind you,” he said.
Cowboy turned. I loved watching his mouth drop open, his eyes widen, and then him coming to his feet. I stopped a few feet away from him. I slowly twirled. “Does this look okay?” I asked.
I startled and yelped when Cowboy bounded toward me, emitting a low growl. He wrapped me in his arms and brought me against him. His eyes were bright as he stared at me.
“Tell me that you can put more on,” he said hoarsely.
“Put more on?” I asked, confused.
“More lipstick because I’m about to kiss that shit off you.”
Thrilled at his threat, I whispered, “I have tons of it.”
I barely got the words out before Cowboy was devouring my mouth, and I gladly returned the favor. Who knows how long we would’ve continued or what we would’ve done if War hadn’t let out a loud, sharp whistle, bringing us back where we were and that we weren’t alone.
“That’s enough. God, do you want to make me hurl? Sari, I think he approves. Cowboy, you’ve got to stop mauling her in front of me, man,” War whined.
“I can’t help it. She’s utterly irresistible, and then she adds more. Get used to it.”
Shaking my head, I eased away from Cowboy, but his arms only let me go so far. I was happy to stay.
“It’s not too, you know…” I faded away.
“Too what?” Cowboy asked.
“She thinks it makes her look slutty,” War interpreted.
Cowboy frowned. “Babe, you’re not slutty. It’s called sexy. You’re worried you’ll be compared to a club slut, aren’t you?” he asked.
I nodded my head. I wanted no one to ever perceive me as one of those or a buckle bunny, especially not him. Cowboy groaned.
“Christ, I’m fucking sorry I ever said that asinine shit.
You aren’t anything like one of them, no matter how you dress.
And I can assure you that the old ladies, both in our club and in others, dress similarly at times.
My worry isn’t that they’ll see you as a slut.
Mine is keeping my single brothers from slobbering all over you and stealing you away.
You made several conquests at the café. You saw how they all competed to talk to you.
It’s a good thing I have a gun and War to help me keep you. ”
I giggled. Cowboy shook his head. “I’m not joking. They’ll swarm. However, if you tell them to back off and no, that you’re with me and won’t change your mind, they’ll behave. I can’t promise they won’t flirt, though. They are men.”
“Well, we have nothing to worry about then. I’m not interested,” I assured him.
“Okay, enough gabbing and shit. Are you ready to go? I want to see what this clubhouse is like. I’ve never been to a biker clubhouse. Have you?” War said impatiently.
“No, I haven’t, Mr. Impatient. Let’s go before he starts whining, Cowboy. When he does, it’s pathetic.”
My comment got War protesting. It lasted the entire time I locked up, and we got to my car.
We were using it tonight. I allowed Cowboy to drive and insisted War sit up front.
They needed way more legroom than I did.
I teased them on the way over to my place, not to hold hands, that I’d be jealous.
That remark had ignited a lively debate.
As we drew nearer to where the Horsemen’s compound was, the more sweaty my hands grew, and my stomach was fluttering. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous. I’d met all of them before. I kept telling myself to calm down.