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Cage
“This one is for you, brother.” King tips his glass towards Dagger. “May you and that ornery stepsister of yours live in wedded fucking bliss.” He gives him a wink, and Dagger smirks, shaking his head. Wynter may be ornery but she’s nothing but sugar underneath that tough exterior. “And may you two find a house soon so we don’t have to listen to you grunting like a boar every night. This old man needs to get some beauty sleep.”
The guys all break out into an uproar of laughter, busting Dagger’s chops. But it’s facts. Those two go at it like jackrabbits. We’ve all gotten more than an earful of what goes down in that bedroom. And on more than one occasion, I’ve had to find my way outside for a smoke. My dick nearly blue with envy.
“You jealous, Prez?” Dag gives it right back to the old man. “Pretty soon those balls of yours are gonna shrivel up and turninto prunes if you don’t get yourself some action. How long has it been? Ten years? Twenty?”
“More like last week.” Rogue smirks, turning his eyes on King. “Why don’t you tell them about that little kitten you met while we were out east, Prez? What was her name? Molly?”
“Mandy,” he grunts.
“No fucking way!” Dag nearly shouts, drawing the attention of the patrons at the neighboring tables. Although, the group of women were already looking our way, giving eyes and making it known that they’re up for a good time. None of them strike my fancy so I don’t pay them any mind. “The Prez got some action.” Dag nods approvingly. “Shit. Pigs must be flying.”
I honestly don’t recall the last time I saw King with a woman. It’s been years since he’s even messed around with a sweetbutt. He’s always claimed to be too busy running the club and raising his daughter to think about his dick. Plus, he never wanted to bring an outsider into Rory’s life. But someone must’ve caught his attention when he was out east. And she must’ve been someone pretty special by the look that just crossed his face right before he shut it down.
“Who was she?” Dag presses further. “Must’ve been one hell of a woman to get you to let down that zipper for a change.”
King shakes his head, looking like he’s forcing out that grin on his lips. “Just had me a little bit of fun is all.”
“Fun? You barely came up for air.” Rogue cocks his brow, poking the bear further.
King cuts him a glare, and we all bust up laughing. Looks like the Prez is getting embarrassed. That’s a first. His cheeks are now the shade of an apple. And he’s looking a little tense around the shoulders.
“With all the shit going down, I needed the release.”
“Sounded like you needed more than that.” Rogue chuckles. “Talk about a grunting boar.”
If Rogue’s not careful, he’s liable to get his ass kicked. King’s smile could freeze over the pits of hell right now. There ain’t an ounce of amusement in it.
“Good to know you still got it, old man.” Dag claps King on the shoulder.
“Yeah, I still got it.” He shakes his head. “I’m forty-six, you fucker. Not eighty.”
Everyone cuts up again while King tosses back the rest of his drink then flags down the waitress for another. I decide to pass on the next round and take my ass outside for a smoke. All this talk about marriage and sex is wrangling up some unwanted memories and cranking my nerves tight.
“You good, Cage?”
I turn toward Bones and nod. “Yeah, just steppin’ out for a smoke.”
“You want some company?”
“Nah. I’ll be back in a few.”
I ignore the knowing look in his eyes and push my way through the crowd and out the back door, lighting up as soon as I step outside. I’ve never cared much for the taste of envy, and no amount of booze seems to be washing it away. Dagger’s a lucky SOB; I’ll give him that. He’ll never have to worry about Wynter betraying his trust. That girl’s been through hell and back and knows what loyalty truly means. Plus, she loves his ass. They both are damn good for each other.
I take another drag, forcing the jealousy out on my exhale, focusing my attention on the crowd of folks up by the stage. They’re doing some kind of line dance. The inside of the bar is so packed you can barely hear the music over all the noise. But out here, the country music is pumping loud and clear, and the women are boot scootin’ while the men watch from the sides. Most of them are focused on one woman in particular. And I can see why.
There’s a long-legged brunette dressed in jean shorts and tan boots who’s stealing the show. She’s not just doing the moves; she’s giving the dance her own flare, grinding those hips down to the ground while the others do a little hip shake. Spinning circles as the others shuffle forward and back. She pivots her hip, puttin’ a little extra twist in the dip then starts moving towards the other wall.
I take another drag, my eyes running over her profile. Those long silky brown waves are flowing halfway down her back, getting tossed around as she shakes that fine ass. It’s nice and curved, filling out those cheeky little shorts she’s got on. If she bends over, I’ll be able to see the curve of those cheeks peeking out from the bottom. Damn, I could sink my teeth into it. Her tits are somethin’ to write home about too. They’re small and round and don’t need a bra to keep them lifted in place. In fact, I’m not even sure she’s wearing one under that top she’s got on. I can see the full slope of her breasts with her little peaks pointed out. No underwire or straps in sight. Damn.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a taste for a woman. A damn long time since my dick chubbed out in public. I take another drag, watching those hips move. Watching her feet glide across the floor. She turns again, this time towards me, and my jaw hits the wooden floor along with all the stomping boots. Now I know that it’s not just her moves and that body that’s capturing everyone’s attention.
She’s a fucking knockout. Dark eyes gleaming as she has her fun. She’s got a radiant smile, too. Plump red lips giggling at something her friend has just said. She does her spins again, and when she stops, her eyes meet mine head on. I catch a momentary pause in her footing before she carries on with the dance. But those eyes don’t waver. They watch me as she grinds down to the ground and back up. They grow darker as she dipsthat hip. Her teeth sink into her lower lip like she’s devouring me in her thoughts, and I let out a groan.
I’m fucking swallowing hard as the cum leaks from the end of my dick.
