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Cage: Bleeding Aces MC Iowa, page 1
Cage
Bleeding Aces MC Iowa
erin trejo
Copyright © 2023 by erin trejo
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
1
Cage
I sit back on the couch with my legs spread wide, a cigarette hanging from my lips as I watch her dance. Her body sways to the music as she moves. The thought of taking her back to the room and fucking her crosses my mind far too many times.
She’s perfect. Everything a man could want. She knows who she belongs to, and even as Twitch runs his hand around her waist and his hand slides over her ass, she knows I will be sinking between those thighs tonight. They might touch and tease each other, but they know where the boundaries are.
I take another drag from my cigarette and blow smoke into the air. I bring my beer to my lips and take a long pull as I watch her grind her ass against Twitch. I see him grabbing her hips in his hands as the dance to the music. Cocking my head to the side, I study the two of them. Twitch is always down for a good time but this one’s off-limits. The only cock slipping inside of her is mine.
“I don’t understand,” Tarek says as he sits beside me on the couch, watching the scene unfold.
“What do you mean?”
“She’s yours, and you’re lettin’ the guys be all over her,” he says. “That shit couldn’t be me and my old lady. I’d cut a motherfuckers cock off and shove it down his throat.” I chuckle under my breath.
“I know she’s mine. They know she’s mine. And more importantly, she knows she’s mine.”
“And that means what?” he laughs again.
“That means look at her, touch her, but if you try and fuck her, I will kill you.”
“That makes no sense, Cage.”
“Maybe not to you,” I tell him as I watch Twitch tighten his hold on her. Yenni backs her ass up against him, no doubt feeling his hard-on. Too bad he’ll have to find one of the club whores to handle that issue for him. Nevertheless, I watch them dance and flirt with each other. She spins around, running her hands down the front of his chest and straight over his cock. He jerks his hips, and I smirk at her. She knows what she’s doing, the little vixen. She likes knowing she drives me insane by doing it too.
“I’m just confused, brother,” Tarek adds once more.
“About?”
“You don’t think that’s cheatin’?”
“Is she fuckin’ him?” I ask.
“No.”
“Then how is that cheatin’? She’s dancin’ and havin’ a good time. That’s all she’s doin’. She knows if she crosses the line, I will snap her fuckin’ neck just like his,” I inform him. Tarek shifts in his seat while we keep watching Yenni dance. She’s perfect. Fucking exotic. She never knew her father, so she has no clue about his side of the family, but her mother was Columbian, and she’s got the perfect tanned skin and unique name.
“I think you’re insane,” Tarek tells me.
“Might be.” I stand from the couch, snuffing out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table before stalking toward her. Twitch sees me coming and takes that as his cue to back away. I step in right behind her and slip my hand around her waist while bringing my bottle to my lips with the other hand. She shimmy’s and shifts herself against me, grinding on my cock.
“You havin’ fun?” I ask gruffly.
“So much fun,” she replies, reaching back to wrap her arm around the back of my neck. I keep my hand on her stomach, keeping her body against mine as I move my hips along with her.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” I warn her. She moans and presses back against my already hard cock.
“I’m gonna enjoy it,” she says.
We keep dancing as I finish my beer, and before I know it, we’re heading down the hallway to my room. I open the door and shove her roughly inside, watching her stumble before she spins around, lust dancing in her eyes. Then I move in on her.
I stalk her like she’s my prey, and maybe she is. I want to eat every fucking inch of her. When I get close enough, I reach for the little lace tank top she has on and pull it over her head, tossing it to the side. I groan, knowing every man there got to look at her tits through the lace fabric she had on.
Then I reach for her little leather skirt that left little to the imagination and slowly unzip the back. Yenni is pressing her tits to my chest, licking my neck as I slide the zipper down. When I shove it to the floor, she steps out of it and moves back in on me. Her lips are all over my chest, licking and sucking until she gets to my nipple piercings. Her teeth clamp down, and she tugs, earning a groan from me.
I let Yenni have her fun, touching and teasing me before she moves to my jeans, shoving them down my legs along with my boxers. I kick off my boots and step out of the jeans before she drops to her knees. Yenni pulls my cock into her mouth, sucking as if her life depended on it. Each barbell lining my cock, receives equal attention from her until my hand finds its way into her hair.
“You gonna gag on me, darlin’?” I ask her. She looks up at me under her lashes, and fuck, I can’t think straight. This woman is my undoing. She’s the other half of me I didn’t know I needed. She nods, and I thrust into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat until she gags. Spit falls from her lips as I hold myself there. I see her face turning red, and only then do I pull back so she can get some air into her lungs. Then I do it all over again until my cock is pulsing, but there’s no way I’m wasting my cum down the back of her throat. No, I want it between her pretty thighs. I want it inside of her.
I pull my cock from her lips and slap her face with it before motioning for her to climb up on the bed. She does, getting on all fours with her pussy on full display for me. I growl low in my throat as I walk over and pull her toward the edge of the bed. She’s at the perfect level for me to slam into her, but first, I lean down and lick around her asshole before moving lower. I stick my tongue in her dripping pussy before pulling it back out. I bite her ass cheek and watch the way she clenches. Fuck, this woman is going to be my downfall.
2
Yenni
His teeth sink into my ass over and over, and I can’t help the little squeals that come out of my mouth. It hurts, but then he licks and kisses every mark he makes.
“You ready for me?” he asks. I nod my head as I look over my shoulder at him. He’s so fucking gorgeous with his dark hair and piercing eyes. I don’t know how I got so lucky with a man like him.
He moves in behind me, his cock rubbing over my entrance. I shift and try to push back against him, but he groans and pulls away. He likes to tease me the same way I tease him.
Finally, he lines up and grabs my hips, thrusting into me. I cry out his name as he pounds into me from behind. His balls slap against me as he takes me with force. I love it. I love everything he does to me. The deeper he gets, the higher I feel. I don’t think anything could be as good as what Cage does to me.
His nails dig into my sides as he pulls me back against him. I pant and gasp for air as feelings collide inside of me. White hot heat unfurls in my stomach, and I know I won’t last long.
His thrusts become frantic as he readies himself for release. I feel it too. I feel him swell inside me, and finally, he lets go taking me over the edge with him. I let myself plunge into the ecstasy he created. My pussy pulses around him as he reaches with one hand and plays with my clit. He draws out my orgasm until my legs shake, and only then does he pull out of me. He flips me onto my back and dives between my legs. His tongue finds my clit, and just like that, he forces another orgasm out of me. My eyes roll back, my hands gripping the sheets as he rocks my body once more.
“Fuck, Cage,” I groan as he slowly laps at me before pressing kisses to the insides of my thighs. He finally inches his way back up my body, sucking my nipple into his mouth before collapsing onto the bed next to me.
“You good?” he asks.
“I’m better than good,” I tell him truthfully. He chuckles and slides his arm under my neck so that I’m lying on him.
“Got a run comin’ up. I’m gonna be gone for a few days, maybe a week.”
“I hate when you’re not here,” I tell him. He’s been on a few since I’ve been around, and I hate it every time he has to go. He always comes back, which makes me happy, but I know there’s always a chance he might not. And that’s the part that scares me.
“I know, baby. But I’ll be back. I always come back,” he says, reassuring me.
“I know you do. It’s just hard without you here,” I tell him.
“You have the girls, the shop.” I do have the shop. I run my own tattoo
“I know. It’s just not the same when you’re not here,” I admit. Cage sighs and runs his fingers along my shoulder, causing me to shiver. I love his touch. I love everything about this man.
“It won’t be long. You have ink to run on the guys anyway. I want the new patches done when I get back,” he tells me.
“All three of them?”
“Yeah. That a problem?”
“No. I need to finish up the one on Twitch, too,” I tell him and listen as he groans.
“Twitch better remember his place,” he growls.
“He knows his place, Cage. Don’t worry about him.”
“I’m not worried about him. If he so much as touches you the wrong way, I’ll kill him. Simple as that.” Another shiver works its way down my spine. I have no doubt in my mind he would kill one of his own for touching me the wrong way. He doesn’t need to worry about that though. I wouldn’t let things get that far. My heart belongs to Cage, and I think he knows that.
“I don’t think you’ll have to kill anyone anytime soon, babe. They know better.”
“They damn well better know better. I would hate to have to kill one of my own.” I know he’s telling the truth. If he had to, he would, which scares me.
Cage has always let me have my freedom and have my fun. He doesn’t care if I dance and flirt and grind on the guys as long as it’s him I come back to. And it is. I’ve never messed around with one of the guys before. It wouldn’t even be an option for me. I don’t care about them the way I do Cage.
But I know he fears one of them will take it too far. I would never let that happen. I would never want to take one of them to bed, but I like to have fun, and he gives me the space to do that. It’s usually under his watchful eye, and I find it sexier when he watches me. It turns me on knowing I can get to him just by dancing with one of his boys.
“Are you sure you have to go?” I whine.
“Yeah, I do. Big shipments mean the Prez has to be there.” I don’t ask what those shipments are, and I don’t care. He keeps his business away from me, and I appreciate that. I don’t get wrapped up in the club business because it’s none of my business.
“Calling in the big dogs, huh?” I tease him.
“You love my big dog, don’t you, baby?”
“I do. You always make it good, Cage.”
“Damn right, I do.”
“Are we still going out this weekend?”
“Yeah. I promised you a night out, didn’t I?” he asks, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of mine.
“You did.”
“Where do you wanna go?”
“I don’t really care. Anywhere you choose.”
“I can do that. You like surprises, don’t you?” I nod my head. We haven’t known each other long, but that doesn’t mean shit. We’re still learning each other, and I love that he is still finding out new things about me.
“I do like surprises.”
“Then that’s what you’re gonna get. I’m gonna surprise the fuck outta you. Then I’m gonna bring you back here and fuck you until everyone in the club can hear you screamin’ my name. You want that?” he asks, and my pussy tingles.
“You know I do.”
“Then I’ll make it happen,” he promises me. I scoot over and lay my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat beneath my ear, and sigh. I’m content here. I’m happy, which is saying a lot. My past wasn’t the best, nor was my track record with men. When Cage first came to me, I was getting out of an abusive relationship. I didn’t want to find someone. In fact, I wasn’t looking, but there he was in all his glory. And I couldn’t be happier he found me. We didn’t just jump into bed and call us a couple. I made him work for me, and he did. He still does. And that fact that he doesn’t try to douse my flames makes me care more about him.
3
Cage
I watch her walk through the room looking as sexy as ever in her cut-off T-shirt and shorts that show off her ass perfectly. Her biker boots make her a few inches taller, accentuating her legs. I can’t keep my eyes off her.
“You gonna join the conversation, or do you need a quick fuck?” Ridge asks.
“Fuck you. If you had a woman walkin’ around lookin’ like her, you would be starin’ too.”
“We all stare at her,” Twitch says before I glare at him. He knows that better be all he’s doing is looking. One finger lands on the wrong spot, and he’s a dead man.
“Stop eyein’ him like you’re gonna murder him. We know she’s off limits,” Tarek adds. I nod my head once when Twitch smirks at me. Out of all the guys that she flirts and messes with, Twitch is the main one. It makes me wonder if she has a thing for him. Hell, I know he has a thing for her.
“Just makin’ sure the boundaries are still in place,” I state, keeping my eyes on him. He nods his head in understanding.
“Got it, Prez,” Twitch says.
“Can we get back to business? Who are we sendin’ on this run?” Ridge asks, looking between us.
“We don’t want to let things slide with Omar, but I need to be there. That means Twitch will stay back and handle him. I say we take Tarek, Ridge, Scully, and Knight with us,” I announce, looking around the table at the rest of the guys.
“That’s fine by me. Omar likes me better anyway,” Twitch adds.
“Yeah, because you’ll suck his dick if he asked you to,” I remind him. The guys chuckle, but Twitch doesn’t.
“Fuck you, Cage.”
“I got all the pussy I need over there,” I tell him. Twitch might be my VP, and we might be close, but there’s been something off about him lately. I’m not sure what it is, and I can’t put my finger on it, but he’s been distant and more of an ass than usual. That doesn’t mean I don’t trust the motherfucker with my life because I do. That’s part of what being in the club is all about. You trust your brothers with everything you have and which means me trusting Twitch to keep an eye on Yenni while I’m gone. I don’t like the idea, but it is what it is.
“You callin’ me a pussy?” he asks, getting defensive.
“Calm the fuck down, both of you,” Tarek chimes in. I sit back in my chair and take the man in. Twitch is tall, a little bigger built than me, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kick his ass just the same.
“I’m calm,” I say, raising my hands to make my point.
“Yeah, sure you are,” Ridge snorts.
“Hey, Knight. Come over here, brother,” I call out, ignoring the glare from Twitch. Knight strolls over, and I kick out a chair for him to take a seat which he does.
“What’s goin’ on?”
“You’re goin’ on that run with me. You good with that?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Who else is goin’?”
“Sully, Ridge, Tarek, and me.”
“Sounds good to me. When we leavin’?”
“A few days. I need to make sure Omar is good dealin’ with Twitch on the other shit,” I tell him. He nods his head and reaches for a beer.
“Fine by me, Cage. I could use out of here for a while anyway,” he says.
“Why is that?”
“Claustrophobic, brother.”
“It’s not enclosed or small, you dumb ass,” I tell him.
“Still suffocatin’ as fuck,” he says. I get it. Knight used to be a nomad before he settled here with us. Now he’s family, just like everyone else in this place. But I understand him going a little stir-crazy after spending years on the road.
