Page 47 of Cage's Fall

The crowd from the fight, slowly filtered into the club. Wild and I were having a conversation about his daughters, when the stool next to me was pulled out.

“Hi Dad.” I grinned at Hawk. Only to receive a stern look. “Okay what did I do?” I frowned. I hadn’t done anything, had I?

“You the reason those boys are fighting?”

I swallowed sharply. “Not that I know of.”

He scoffed. “Acorn, these aren’t teenage boys. They are men. Who obsessed over their property. You can’t get mixed up in it. Especially not with him.”

“I’m not with Lit,” I said quickly.

He gave me a knowing expression. “I know that’s my problem. Lit I can control. Cage however.” He snuck a glance over his shoulder. “Is a wild card.”

“Well, I’m not with him either.”

“Yeah and let’s keep it that way.” He grabbed a beer and gestured with his head at Wild to join him. “Club business Acorn. Sorry to steal ya drinking partner.”

“It’s okay,” I said and forced a smile. While turning back on my stool two hands on my hips made me gasp.

“You ready to pick up where we left off?” He whispered in my ear.

Cage.

I bit my bottom lip. Do I do it? “Meet you in your room in five,” I said gripping my beer. I caught the smirk on his face from the corner of my eyes.

Chapter Twenty Six

Autumn

Iknocked on his door. Sneaking a glance up the hallway, just in case Dad walked up it. When the door didn’t immediately open I took a step back, ready to do the whole ‘go to my door’ if anyone comes up the passage.

Then as I took another step away the door opened.

Oh. My. God. He will be the death of me.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I took in the man that was Cage Hurley. His sharp, worked on muscular body. My eyes flickered over his tattoos, the detailed snake on his side, that went under his armpit. Then there was the most perfect chest tattoo that had me clenching my legs together.

He was just casually leaning his body against the doorframe.

Finally as I drank in the fact he was covered in sweat from fighting I was sure there was blood mixed in that sweat. His knuckles bleeding. Cut up.

Finally I looked him in the eye. Biting my bottom lip, as I saw his jet black steel stare on me.

His hand went out for my waist, and he pulled me inside. I felt like an insect being pulled into a spider’s web. Because I knew with one taste of him, I was going to become addicted.

CAGE

I licked my lips, wondering where to start. She was like a Christmas present that I got to unwrap early. Fuck I never got presents as a kid. But she was making up for every single one I had missed.

In fact, if I knew that one night with Autumn Watson was on my list of God gifts I would have gone without presents willingly, just to get her.

She was the type of girl you dream over. Her body, was the type that would be pinned on my wall when I was boy. Fuck it. I had just ripped posters down from my dorm room of the half naked girls posing with the bikes, because she just out did them.

My hand ran over the curve of her side. As her hands went to my neck she knew where this was leading too, and she was still here— willingly? Was she mental? Did she know I wouldn’t be good for her? That I’d destroy every good bit about her because I had destroyed every good quality of mine.

Then before I let the better part of me talk me out of it, I grapped her by the ass and lifted her up. To think I nearly had her all those years ago.

“Can I ask you something Autumn?” I asked as I kissed her neck. “I need you to know something about me.”

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