Page 137 of Rags's Awakening
“I had shit to do,” Rags replied.
“I bet,” another man chimed in, his gaze lingering on Casey.
She sucked in a breath, remembering how exposed a woman could feel surrounded by that much testosterone and machismo.
Rags, as if sensing her discomfort, squeezed her hand.
“I got a business, remember?” he said. “Unlike you lazy asses, I was out plowing snow since early this morning.”
“Yeah. Sure.” The bearded man grinned, shooting Casey a sideways glance.
She looked away and scanned the crowd: around twenty or so bikers, most in blue jeans and black leather jackets, and a handful of women in short skirts, micro mini dresses, or Daisy Dukes teetering on sky-high heels, their tops tight enough to leave little to the imagination. Some wrapped their arms around themselves against the cold while, others were tucked into the sides of the men holding them.
The scene hit like déjà vu. It was a different town, a bigger clubhouse, but the players were the same. She leaned into Rags grounding herself.
“You okay, Case?” he murmured against her ear.
“Just cold.”
“Sorry, baby. Let’s go inside.”
Rags pulled open the door, and a wave of heat hit her followed by the thick mix of perfume, sweat, and weed. The door shut behind them. Rags wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they moved toward the bar. Warmth spread through her as she leaned into him. JT rarely paid her any attention at club parties, and never like this, never with his arm around her.
“What do you want to drink?” Rags asked, his breath warm against her skin.
“I’m good with a couple of shots of vodka. It’d be nice if there’s a twist of lime.”
He chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.” His hand wandered down to her ass and stayed there.
He’s telling the bikers I’m his and to back off.A cozy warmth settled in her chest, and for the first time since they arrived, she began to relax.
“Highway to Hell” by AC/DC vibrated the speakers as more members filtered into the clubhouse. Casey took a sip of vodka, watching the men milling around with beers in hand, or deep in conversations about engines and chrome. She knew that the bikers’ Harleys were their babies, and motorcycle talk came first, more important than booze or women at these gatherings.
Rags was talking to a group from a support club in Alina. She caught that much from snippets of their conversation. She shifted her attention back to the room, taking in the women in tight micro-mini dresses and short skirts, their ass cheeks peeking out, breasts spilling from tops that were too small. Acouple didn’t bother with tops at all, just stickers covering their nipples.
She leaned back against the barstool Rags had snagged from one of the guests for her and watched as a handful of women through the room like they owned it.Club girls.She could always spot them. Their presence alone sent a clear message to the party girls and hoodrats that this was their turf, and crossing them meant consequences.
Casey had to admit that most of the club girls were young, pretty, and sexy. One dark-haired woman scanned the room, her face lighting up when her gaze landed on Rags. Casey’s stomach clenched as the realization hit. These club girls, and probably plenty of the party girls and hoodrats, were the women Rags screwed. And the way the dark-haired kept her eyes fixed on him told Casey she was probably one of his favorites. Maybe he was even screwing her when he wasn’t with Casey. She’d never know if he was fucking on the side. Didn’t these outlaws think it was fine to screw whoever they wanted? JT’s infidelity slammed into her thoughts. She pressed her hands to her stomach.Stop it! Rags isn’t JT.
“You good, darlin’?” Rags’s voice cut through the spiral.
“Uh… yeah. Are you having a good time?” she asked.
“It kicks ass seeing so many people I haven’t seen in a long time.” Rags’s face lit up.
“That’s good. Is there any food around here? I bet you have ribs and barbecue everything,” she said.
He laughed, then brushed his lips over hers, one hand grazing the swell of her breast. “We got food coming. The club girls are bringing it out now.”
Casey glanced over and saw several women carrying large trays of steaming food, setting them on a table along the back wall.
“We usually put it on the back patio or out in the yard, but it’s too cold tonight.” Rags trailed his lips along the side of her neck. “You smell delicious, baby. I could just eat you up.”
Casey giggled and ran her fingers through his hair. If any of the club girls was watching, especially the dark-haired one, she just markedherterritory. Rags pressed against her and kissed her like they were the only two in the room, like she was the only thing that mattered. It was a messy, wonderful, frenzy of a kiss, full of heat and want.
“You want to get something to eat now?” he asked, pulling back, his lips still glistening from their kiss.
“Wow, what was that?” She smiled as her fingers brushed over his T-shirt.
