I throw my hands in the air. “You were going to kill him, Maple. What did you expect me to do?”
“Argh!” Maple shifts away from Wingnut as he goes after her again, and Kurt stands, shoving me away.
“Go,” he says in a tired voice. “Just leave it for now. I’m not fucking dealing with this.”
“Fine.” I tuck the cigarette between my lips again. “But seriously. Stop giving her money.”
“Go,” he says firmly, tilting his head towards the rest of the guys.
Then, as I start to head for them, a beautiful sound stops me in my tracks. And my eyes immediately land on Cade.
He’s sitting with Mac and Rex, watching Cory and Boot play pool. He’s smiling with the rest of them as Boot throws a hissy fit… and he’s laughing.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I stand still for a moment, cigarette burning as I let it hang between my lips, and just watch him.
Mac says something to him, and he laughs again. The sound is dampened under Boot shouting, Cory taunting, and Mac chuckling… and I’m ready to strangle them all to shut them the fuck up so I can hear him.
Just him.
He’s fucking beautiful. Everything about him.
I stub out my cigarette in the ashtray on the bar and make my way over to him, circling behind the couch. Cade doesn’t see me at first as he watches Boot argue over a scratched shot. But I lean down and brace my elbow along the backrest, slipping my hand over his chest until my fingers wrap gently around his throat and my lips skim his ear.
“Damn, baby,” I murmur, feeling him lean into my touch. “You’re getting me hard right here in the clubhouse.”
“Jesus,” Mac mutters, shifting down the couch like I just dropped a lit match in his lap.
Cade chuckles, and fuck, that sound shoots straight through me.
I groan. “There you go again…” I drag his head back just enough to meet my eyes. “Such a beautiful fucking boy.”
His pupils flare as his lips part slightly, and he looks up at me with bright eyes.
I can’t wait any fucking longer.
I release him with a motion for him to stand. He rises, and I move to the edge of the couch, curling my fingers at him in a silent order to follow.
He steps in close, and I grab his hip, pulling him flush against me as I lower my voice and brush his lips with mine.
“I need those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, baby. Then I’m going to make you come so hard you scream my name so loud, everyone in this clubhouse will hear it and know who you belong to.”
His lips slowly curve into a smile, and that’s all the permission I need.
“Come on.” I push him in front of me, letting him lead me towards the hallway to my room.
But suddenly, loud bangs rip through the air.
Gunfire tears through the wall from outside, shattering windows, splintering wood, and knocking pictures off walls andglasses off shelves. One shot after another rips through the air, so fast and chaotic I have no idea which direction it’s even coming from.
I grab Cade and bring him down to the floor, dragging him under me as more gunshots slam into the building.
What thefuck.
Shouts break out in the clubhouse as furniture topples and boots slam against the floor as my brothers take cover, and I hold on to Cade tight, pressing my body over him.
Then the shots stop, and motorcycle engines revving sound from outside.
