Title: Blood & Bones: Cage
When life takes a turn least expected, you better hang on tight…
Fucking Mondays.
Monday mornings were always the hardest.
Cageโs hand slipped down his bare chest and under the tangled sheet to find another reason mornings were hard.
With one hand wrapped around his morning wood, he yawned. He needed to take a piss but that wouldnโt happen any time soon. At least not until his current dilemma was resolved.
The toilet flushing in the small bathroom attached to his room in the clubโs bunkhouse had his eyes popping open and his heart skipping a beat.
What the fuck?
Who the fuck was in his bathroom?
He jackknifed up to a seated position and glanced around the room, trying to remember everything that happened last night at, or after, the clubโs pig roast.
Theyโd gone on a Sunday club run. Check.
They had a pig roast afterward since they had a lot of leftovers from the prior weekendโs charity poker run. Theyโd raised a shit ton of scratch for the Kids Can Do Foundation. So, he stuffed his gut full of good grub. Check.
Heโd played a couple rounds of pool with Ozzy and scored a Benjamin. Check.
Then he lost it to Dodge at darts. Unfortunate check.
Billie had been trying to drag him back into his room all night. She didnโt succeed. Check.
Wait.
Or did she? Uncheck.
Fuck.
He scanned the floor for a femaleโs clothing. No black combat boots or goth shit. No heavy makeup staining his pillow. Thank fuck. Check.
He usually ended up hurting after Billie got her hands on him. She was into some crazy shit. Currently, he wasnโt sore, bleeding or bruised. Check. Check. Check.
He quickly continued to go through his night as he heard the water run in the sink.
Whiskey? Check.
Lots of whiskey? Check.
Too much whiskey? Fuck.
So much so, he didnโt have a fucking clue who was going to pop out of his bathroom like a stripper coming out of a surprise birthday cake.
Did it really matter?
Probably not.
The only problem was, one of the bunkhouse rules was no women overnight. He didnโt need Trip kicking his ass out of his room. He liked living here. It was cheap. He had his own crapper. He had full access to the stocked kitchen down the corridor. He could get drunk off his ass and just stumble his way back to his bed. And, best of all, plenty of pussy was always available.
He held his breath as the doorknob on the bathroom turned.
It was like spinning a roulette wheel. His dick couldโve been placed in anyoneโs box.
Well, female only, of course.
The door swung open and…
He blinked.
The woman smiled and tossed her long platinum-blonde hair over her shoulder.
Well, at least she wasnโt fugly.
But he had no idea who she was. โUh…โ
Her smile widened as she climbed into bed with him. Naked.
He had to admit her body was banging.
Which was probably why he banged her. Even drunk he had good taste.
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