Fat Louise(41)

“Nope, she did.” Sex Piston nodded toward Jane.

She looked down at the table, not meeting Cade’s eyes.

“Why?”

At Cade’s question, she forced herself to look at him. “Because it reminds me to be strong,” Jane said truthfully. Every time she heard that name, it reminded her of all the times she was picked on. To her the nickname was almost a badge of honor. Not to mention God knew she had a hard time refusing food.

She decided to change the subject. “So, you can’t get drunk, or you don’t let yourself get drunk?”

Cade was silent for a second then sighed. “Never could. I can drink anyone under the table.” It wasn’t bragging; it was a matter-of-fact statement.

“Okay.” Jane stood to her feet, about to leave the table.

“Where are you going now?” Cade stopped her.

“Dozer has some reefer, and Bear has some blow.”

Cade’s mouth dropped open at her determined attempt to drug him.

“What’s going on, Jane?”

The women at the table cracked up, laughing at him.

“What she’s trying not so subtly to do is to take advantage of you,” Killyama said, practically falling out of her chair from laughing.

“What?” Cade’s astonishment was cut short by Pike breaking into the conservation.

“I’m drunk,” he said, nodding his head as he tried to scoot his chair closer to Jane.

Cade jerked Jane onto his lap while using his foot to knock Pike’s chair back. Crazy Bitch got up, helping Pike to his feet and then leading the biker away from the table.

Stud came up to the table, standing behind his wife. “Problems?”

“No problems,” Sex Piston assured her husband. “You ready to go home?”

“Yeah.” Stud looked at Cade. “Where are you staying in town?”

“At the hotel.”

“There’re a couple of bedrooms empty. Since Ace is not a member anymore, you can have his room. It’s the second door on the right.”

“Thanks.”

“He’s going to need it tonight,” Sex Piston laughed, getting to her feet.

“Yeah?” Stud gave Cade a hard look.

“No, he’s not,” Jane denied.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go.” Sex Piston took Stud’s hand, leading him away.

Jane stayed on Cade’s lap, refusing to look at him, with a heated blush on her checks.

Killyama and T.A. both stood up.

“We’re going to go dance,” Killyama informed them.

“Want to explain?” Cade asked when they were alone.

“No. What I want to do is to get Crazy Bitch and go home.”

“Why? Do you only want to have sex with men who are incapacitated? That can’t be much fun.” The laughter in his voice had her anger rising.

“At least a drunk man wouldn’t want me to put a bag over my head. And at least I can get the hell out of there before he wakes up and realizes who he’s fucked.”

Cade didn’t reply. Instead, he stood and carried her to the back of the clubhouse, finding the room Stud had told him he could use. Jane struggled wildly against him. He barely managed to hold on to her long enough to slam the door to the empty bedroom where he dropped her on the bed then took off his shirt and threw it across the room.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked.

“Proving what you just said is bullshit,” Cade said grimly, toeing off his boots then pulling off his pants.

Jane lay on the bed, gaping up at him. This was not how she had anticipated her plans going tonight. Not only was it a different man, but he was stone cold sober and furious at her.

“I don’t want to fuck now. I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“Then I guess it’s up to me to put you in the mood.”



Chapter 18





Jane stared up at Cade, whose body didn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere. His perfection made her even more hesitant.

“Cade, I don’t want a mercy fuck.”

He dropped down on the bed next to her. “Are you not looking at my dick?” His hand reached out, taking hers and placing it on his hard cock. “Darlin’, a man’s dick doesn’t get this way unless he wants what he’s looking at.”

Jane let her hand close over the rigid length of his cock, her thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the drop of pre-come.

Cade hissed between gritted teeth, lowering his mouth to cover hers. He thrust his tongue inside, ravaging her mouth in a passionate kiss that had her head falling back to the mattress.

Slowly, her hand slid along his cock, investigating the size and texture of something she had been dreaming about since she had met him.

Cade groaned out, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” He pried her hand away before raising it above her head, keeping it pinned in place. Then one of Cade’s thighs parted her legs.