Page 16 of Cage's Ruin

I had a feeling the only reason he was introducing himself was because of my low cut dress.

“Autumn,” I replied, and still went to move down.

“You allergy to me or the cut?” His intense chocolate eyes looked at me for an answer. A normal citizen wouldn’t know he was talking about his vest.

“My old man rides for the Vultures.” I replied. That should be enough of a reason for him to stay away from me.

“You have anything to do with them?” he asked, putting his cigarette out. “Considering it’s a Saturday night and you’re at our local and not theirs.”

A moment passes and the cold truth hits me hard. “No. I don’t anymore.” That was a hard reality that I no longer was in the Vulture’s world.

“Well then,” He cracked a smirk. “come party with us for the night.”

Do I or don’t I?

* * *

Walking back from the local pub, which turned out to be a bikers drinking hole. I was still dressed and alone. I didn’t take Logan up on the offer. Just had a few beers with him and swapped numbers.

I doubted I would see him again. But in saying that, his bar was the only one in walking distance from Hawk’s house.

Walking up the footpath, high heels in hand. I opened the gate. My eyes widening.

Seeing Cage—sitting on the step of Hawk’s house.

13

Autumn

Feelings flood my body as I locked eyes with Cage’s. It had been weeks since I saw him, a part of me knew the chances of seeing him again were slim. That fact kept me up at night. Knowing I wouldn’t see him—but yet here he was sitting on Hawk’s porch step.

He spotted me, throwing his cigarette to the ground, stomping on it as he got up.

“Hey darling.”

Those feelings of love and need, flooded my body. The feel of his body over mine. The touch of his cold rings on my cheek, as he cups my face—when he goes to kiss me. Those feelings just kept hitting me, wave after wave.

We were a nightmare in a painting. One that to the common eye you couldn’t see the beauty in. But if you look closer, you would see the love that was shared between us; and that love, bound us- together, we were a beautiful disaster. As powerful as a hurricane, as passionate as a flaring fire, as emotional as a world spinning tornado and as fluent as a flood. Together we completed each other—till it ended. Like all natural disasters.

The wreckage that was left, was in my heart. The feeling when I rolled over in bed and his side was empty. The feeling of never having his touch on me again. That was the damage done by the natural disaster that was Cage and I.

After all. I loved him. He loved me. Yet—that wasn’t enough.

“What are you doing here Cage?” I said through the wreckage that was our relationship. “Hawk’s not home.”

“I know,” He walked towards me. “I needed to see you.”

That feeling of needing him, flooded my body again. Hearing him say he needed to see me, reassured me that maybe there was a slight chance we weren’t over. Yet. I knew. No matter what. Cage and I weren’t meant to be.

His heart was called to the open road. He couldn’t do commitment. God I watched him struggle with the weight of being president for those few months. He just couldn’t deal with the commitment, the pressure, the responsibly. Like I said his heart was called to the open road—not ties and strings that come with a relationship.

Cage stepped towards me, his hand going to my cheek. The feeling of his ice-cold rings on my cheek, the feeling of loving him so hard that it hurt—all came rushing back, as I watched his eyes dart to my lips.

I wanted him to kiss me, like he used to. Like when he kissed me, he kissed and marked my soul. But I knew that couldn’t be any more. How could it be, when we had lost us in the hurricane of emotions and my decisions to lock him out of my life. Which led to his decision of locking me out.

His lips brushed mine, and it basically sparked the flame that had died for Cage in my heart. Before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing him back. Not sweet. Not gentle. No like the rush of emotions I was feeling I was kissing him back with that amount of pressure.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against mine. “I need you.” It was clear desperation in his voice.

---