Chapter Ten
Lilly
Loaded cheese fries. Sipping on my favorite whiskey.
A good band playing in the background. And topless and naked women walking around randomly.
The ones that aren't naked, may as well be, with the tiny pieces of cloth that barely cover their vaginas.
Cass would be a walking fighting machine if I were to strip down into anything less than I've got on.
I swear if my belly button was showing, that'd be enough for him to lose his shit.
I laugh to myself at the thought. He made it very clear when we met that he doesn't share.
"Babe, look!" I tap Cass's arm incessantly, trying to nonchalantly point my head in the direction of the action happening a few feet away from us.
Leo is dining on Carrie like a five-star meal at a restaurant, for the entire world to see. My jaw is on the floor. I've never seen anything like this in person. I mean, I've seen porn before, but this is different. I know these people.
Cass chuckles. "Yeah. You ain't seen nothing yet. Just wait until the elephant man gets on stage."
I stare at him, waiting for an elaboration that doesn't come.
I think this weekend is going to be very interesting.
I down the rest of my drink and head back to the RV to pour another one.
Cass pops in with me and I hand him a beer from the fridge.
He takes it, kissing me on the cheek as I pour whiskey into my cup.
I replace the lid on it, because I know me, and I know I will have spilled it everywhere before the night is over.
Scott and Molly come walking through the door, smiling and joking about something. Scott sits down on the couch with a sigh.
"It's getting wild out there," he notes, patting his knee for Molly to sit down.
She obliges. She's a few inches shorter than me, making the two of them an odd pairing with their massive height difference, but somehow it works. Her fiery red curls are just past her shoulders and she's got piercing blue eyes. She looks so small in comparison to Scott, it's almost comical.
"Hey, I'm Lilly," I introduce myself and glare at Scott.
"Since someone doesn't know how to be polite," I chastise.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Molly," she shakes my hand and smiles at me.
"Do you want a drink?" I offer, waving my hand at the limited selection of whiskey on the counter.
She shakes her head. "No, I've got to drive. I'm not staying out here tonight."
"What? Why?" I ask, the words rushing out and almost sounding rude.
"I didn't have a camper spot this year, so we weren't going to stay," Scott says.
"Sleep on the couch!" I demand, pointing to the one they're currently sitting on.
Molly laughs, a full-blown, gut-wrenching laugh. "Can you imagine him fitting on this couch? His feet are going to dangle off the end!"
I laugh with her, tears forming in my eyes at how small the bed is in comparison to Scott's height.
"Oh, alright. Laugh it up, you two. At least I don't need a step-stool to reach the top of my cabinets," Scott says, sticking his tongue out at Molly.
She leans in and bites it and I'm suddenly feeling like I've made it into an intimate moment that I'd rather not be a part of.
Cass is standing at the doorway and nods to the door.
I nod in agreement. I follow him out the RV, leaving Scott and Molly to their privacy for the time being.
"I think we missed the wet t-shirt contest," Cass notes, pointing to the band playing on the stage.
"Oh well," I shrug. "We can have our own contest later."
Cass grins at me and nods with enthusiasm. "Oh, hell yes."
We reconvene with the rest of the Hounds, and Aaron and Jensen both look baffled when we walk up.
"Where'd you go?" Aaron asks with a puzzled look on his face.
"We went to get refills," Cass says, holding up his beer.
"I got an ice chest full of beer right here," Aaron points to the ice chest on wheels at his feet.
"But you don't have Lilly's whiskey in there," Cass objects.
"What's she drinking? I'll go find some right now," Aaron says.
"I'll drink whatever whiskey you have, Aaron," I tell him softly.
"Bullshit, what's your preferred whiskey?"
"I like Crown. Apple, preferably. But I will drink the regular one as well."
"Done. I'll be back in five. Jensen! Don't let Prez out of your sight!" Aaron barks, rushing out of the crowd.
Cass chuckles and rolls his eyes. "I already told you about shadowing me," he growls. Jensen looks terrified and confused, like he's torn between following Aaron's instructions or Cass's. I almost feel bad for him.
Digger pops up out of nowhere and taps Cass on the shoulder, motioning him to step away.
"Stay with her," Cass tells Jensen. It's not a request; it’s a direct order. Which makes me wonder what it is Digger's found out. Are the Moccasins here? Is Gater here? My stomach knots at the thought. I whip my head around, looking at all of the faces surrounding me. I don't recognize any of them.
I look at the different cut-offs. Most are blank on the back but one in particular catches my attention.
I'd recognize that skull with the gold chain in it's teeth anywhere.
Highway Sinners. I take a few steps toward the man in the cut and when I'm certain it's Micah, I all but run over to say hello.
I tap his shoulder and he stares down at me.
"Hey girl!" he greets, wrapping me in a hug.
"Where's that pretty lady of yours?" I ask, looking around.
"She just ran back to the tent to change into one of the outfits she just bought. She should be walking up any minute though. She's going to be so happy to see you!" Micah says.
Jensen is standing so close to me that I can't step back or I'll be rubbing my ass all over him. He steps around me to introduce himself to Micah.
"Where's Cass?" Micah asks.
Right on cue, his deep voice sounds behind me.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" Cass greets, shaking Micah's hand.
"AIn't no cat dragging your big ass, that's for sure," Micah retorts.
"I was wondering if y’all were going to make it out this weekend," Cass adds.
"We weren't sure. I bought a tent yesterday and we said fuck it, we're going," Micah says, lighting a cigarette.
The flame illuminates his green eyes, making them look deep and dark. I can see the attraction between him and Raven. Small arms wrap around my waist and I turn around coming face to face with Raven.
"Hi!" I squeal, wrapping my arms around her neck.
"Hey, beautiful!" she chimes.
I stare her up and down, admiring the outfit she's wearing. She's rocking a leather halter with tight, short leather shorts, black fishnet stockings, and combat boots. Her makeup is dark and moody, the cherry on top of her perfect look.
I wish I had the confidence to wear something like that. It looks amazing on her.
"You look amazing!" I say with my hands on her shoulders.
She grips my wrists and begins dancing, encouraging me to join in. I've had just enough liquid courage to start moving my body along with her.
Micah and Cass stare at us, both entranced in the way we move.
She spins me around, pulling me into her chest, hands still interlaced with mine.
I close my eyes, losing myself in the feel of dancing and alcohol coursing through my veins.
She spins me again, untangling our arms to where I'm facing her the way we started.
We both laugh and she hangs her arm over my shoulder as the song draws to an end.
I look up to see Cass and Micah still staring at us.
"What?" I ask, quirking a brow. Cass coughs and shoves a hand in his pocket.
"Nothing," he muses. Micah and Raven share a lustful gaze, and I take the opportunity to dip out.
It isn't lost on me that Raven's already tried to take me home before.
Cass wraps an arm around my waist, sliding it lower until it rests just beneath the curve of my ass then suddenly lifts me into the air with that one arm.
I giggle and wrap both of my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
We step out of the crowd, and he spins us in a circle.
I place my hands on either side of his face and lean down to kiss him.
Just as our lips meet, droplets of rain begin pelting me in the face.
Cass grins, breaking our kiss and looking up at the sky.
Lightning crackles across the sky and the pure joy on this man's face makes me feel a tingling deep in my soul.
"Kiss me again," he demands.
My lips mesh into his effortlessly, our tongues brushing against each others. These blue sparks feel like that lightning that danced across the sky. Electric. Igniting. Wild. That's what our kiss feels like. Blue sparks from electricity popping against itself.
I wrap my legs around his waist, giving me more leverage and making me feel closer to him. The rain recedes, though, and it's just a light drizzle now. Most of the crowd by the stage has cleared out aside from a few stragglers who weren't bothered by the sky crying.
Cass sets me down gently and I take a deep breath, the world still kind of spinning around me. I'm not sure if it's from the alcohol or his kiss, or maybe a little bit of a combination of both. I grip Cass's broad shoulders to keep me upright.
"Want to go ride around on the bike?" he asks.
The dirt road around the campground has turned to slick mud and I nearly slip on the way to the bike.
I grip Cass's arm as my feet slide around, and I’m hoping I don’t fall.
Cass cranks the bike and I hop on the back, muddy toes and all.
He's going to cringe when he has to clean mud off this bike.
I giggle to myself as we take off riding through the campground.
There are parties everywhere, different groups hanging out at different campsites.