“And this stays between us,” I warn her. Chass won’t say a word to anyone. And neither will Kota, who’s remained quiet this entire time. But that’s not unusual. She never speaks unless she truly has to. If she didn’t want me going, she’d let me know, but she seems to be okay with my plan. At least that puts one of my sisters in my corner. Meg is too much of a goody-goody. Just the idea of having a one-night stand is probably blowing her innocent little mind.
“Fine, go have your revenge sex. But make sure you don’t tell him where you live or give him your phone number. And don’t tell him your last name either. You don’t want him stalking you.”
Revenge sex?I’m not trying to get back at Callum. I’m just trying to forget. To move on and have some fun. And I doubt Cage has any interest in stalking me. This is just a one-night thing. Two strangers. Hot sex. No strings and no regrets. I’m not naïve to what he wants. And I’m on the exact same page. I don’t need any more trouble than I already have in my life. And Cage looks like trouble with a capital T.
“I’ll see you all later.” I lean in and give Dakota a hug, whispering thank you and that I’m sorry for leaving her alone with Meg.
“Hey, I heard that.” Meg shoots me a glare.
I just shake my head, giggling. “I’m only kidding. I love you, sis, and I promise I’ll be safe. Thanks for worrying about me. And don’t wait up, Chass.”
“You better be ready to share all the details,” my best friend states. I give her a wink then toss them a wave before I turn and head back over to the gorgeous man who’s leaning up againstthe wooden post. His eyes prowl over me, sending a shiver right down my back. He is definitely sexy. All that tall, thick, rugged manliness. The dark wolf. I wonder what it feels like to be beneath him. By the look he’s giving me, it’s not going to be long before I’m finding out.
“You ready to go, doll?”
His voice is like burnt wood, smokey and rough, fogging up my thoughts with nothing but desire.
“Yeah. I’m ready.”
He leads me out to the parking lot, coming to a stop in front of an old classic truck. A Chevy C10. Red and cream with the classic tan interior. The vehicle is sexy as hell, but it’s not what I expected.
“Thought you outlaws only rode motorcycles?”
I give the beauty another once-over, looking at the polished emblem on the side. It’s either been garage kept or restored to its original condition. The thing is immaculate.
“Weather called for a storm tonight.” He opens my door for me. “I’m glad I came prepared.”
The weatherman was wrong, but there’s definitely a storm brewing between us. I can feel it building in strength. Lightning courses down my arm when he takes my hand to help me into the cab. Thunder rolls through my body when those fingers slide over my bare thigh before he shuts the door. I take a breath as he saunters around the front. Every stride is slick and smooth. Dominant. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and all he’s doing is walking.
“Your place or mine, doll?” he asks as soon as he settles into his seat. His head turns in my direction, and those eyes narrow in on my mouth, forcing me to lick my lips. I want him to cross the console and steal a taste. I want to be devoured by the man.
“Don’t even know if I can wait that long,” he groans. “The way you keep looking at me is killing me, doll.”
My place isn’t an option. Meg’s words are running through my mind. I don’t know the man, so it’s probably best not to lead the wolf back to my cave. But I can’t go all the way out to Rikota either. I have to be at the stables before the sun comes up, and I don’t want Cage to feel obligated to drive me back at that hour of the day.
“I have to be at work early, so it’s probably better to stay close. There’s a spot I like to go to watch the stars sometimes. You up for taking a drive out to the country?” It’s actually on the edge of the ranch I work on, so I’m close to safety just in case I’ve read this guy wrong. Mr. Segwell has sonic ears. He will bring his shotgun if he hears me screaming.
“I’m definitely up for a drive.” He nods.
My eyes sneak down between his legs, and I can see how up he is. I nearly moan at the sight of the extra-large bulge pressing against his jeans. It looks thick. And long. And is as hard as can be. I want to climb onto his lap and take him for a ride.
“You need to tell me where to go, babe, before I take you into the back seat and fuck you in front of all these people.”
I glance over my shoulder at the wide bench. “It looks like there’s enough room for both of us.” Though, his huge frame may be a little cramped.
“Shit, woman. Where the hell did you come from?”
“Born and raised in this Podunk little town.” I wink.
He shakes his head, letting out a low rumbly laugh as he starts up the engine. The sound is sexy as hell. The old truck purrs to life and I sit back and buckle up, admiring how pristine it is. Even the leather looks brand new. Polished with not a single crack in sight. My dad’s cars have aged, and he doesn’t even drive most of them.
“This is a beauty, Cage. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Chevy C10 in such good condition.”
“A girl who knows her cars.” He hits me with another look, and the lust is firing on all cylinders. “Damn. That may be sexier than those moves you’ve got.” He gives me a wink then turns his attention back to the road. “It was my grandad’s truck. Just finished fixing it up last week. It’s actually the vehicle I learned to drive on.”
“Wow. That’s amazing. Is your grandad still alive?”
“He passed away a few years back. Left me his truck, and I just got around to working on it.”
