me hard. Shit, I need to stop thinking about Cassie and her body. After all, it is going to be almost another week before I can do anything about it.
“Hi Linc.” Kiss me, I beg silently.
“Cassie.” I want to say so much more. To take this woman into my arms, and to love her. I want to wash away the pain I see in her eyes. Powerless, I reach out to slide my hand down the side of her face. To cup her chin in my large hand. The touch of her hair. As it brushes against my flesh, brings me out in goose bumps, causing me to shiver. Breathing in deep, I lean in to take her lips in a kiss, and she steps away. Away from our kiss.
Pain assaults my body and I close my eyes. I do not want Cassie to see the hurt her rejection has caused me. Gathering my composure I release the breath I am holding. Slowly I open my eyes to gaze into her hazel ones, letting my hands drop as I step away. I do not have the time to fight now. But soon I will.
“Linc.” Cassie repeats my name to gain my attention.
“Yeah Babe?” Licking my dry lips. One kiss Cassie is all I want, I think to myself.
“We need to talk. When you get back, we put everything on the table.”
Although Cassie’s words are what I want to hear. A wave of panic assails me. Fuck, I want more than to talk, and now that Cassie has requested one I find myself becoming anxious. Is she telling me this is it? The end. No fucking way. Cassie is mine, and no one is having her. But me.
Stroking her face once more. I take this last touch with me “Sure Babe I’ll be back in five days. Now kiss me.” This time, there is no hesitation as I trap her face in both my hands. The kiss I give Cassie possesses everything that I own. Fervently I hope and wish she gets the message. That I am hers.
“OK boys’ time to roll” Inferno the president of the MC shouts across the yard. Turning towards his voice I notice that he has just said his goodbyes to Baby Blu. Behind them is Tabby, and with him is Rayven, who is still giving him grief.
Before I let Cassie go, I tell her that I love her. However she does not return the words. What is left of my heart, breaks a little more. With a slight nod of her head, she takes my hand in hers to kiss the palm. This is all I need. It may be small, but it is a sign that I might not have lost her.
Feeling the tension in my shoulders as we leave the compound, I take one last glimpse at Cassie to give her a wave. As I ride out of Comfort Springs, the final image I have. Is of my girl returning my smile with a wave. Just like that, one smile from my girl and the tension in my body begins to dissolve.
By the time we reach the small charter of Devil’s Comfort, where we will spend the night the sun has begun to drop. Bear is his usual entertaining self, and has organized a party for us. At five feet four, he may be a small man, however what he lacks in height he more than makes up with his strength. His hugs are a vice grip, and when he lets you go. You have no choice but to shake your body out. Only to be relieved when you discover, you do not have any broken bones.
If there’s one thing Bear will be remembered for, it will be for the way he and his brothers throw a party. There's booze flowing freely, and on the spit is a roasting pig. If you are seeking female company, there's a fine selection of whores available. Tonight, all I want is a whisky and the pig. It may have being six weeks since I last got laid, but knowing Cassie is at home waiting for me, I can go another five days.
I settle into a spot near the spit. The heat from the flames warm my face. Contented with the bottle of JD in one hand and a plate of pork in the other. I lean back to enjoy the evening. Lazily I watch the brothers as they enjoy themselves.
Dec and Fudge make fools of themselves with some of the girls, who are lapping up their antics, as they vie for the attention of the two large men. Inferno is on the