Page 22 of Savage Spades

“I was looking everywhere for you!” Jen shouted.

Cam turned to Hugo. “How much did she drink?”

Hugo was the biggest of all the guys she’d seen at the clubhouse so far. He also had a tattoos on his neck, which made him intimating, but his face was that of a big teddy bear.

“A lot,” he admitted.

“Fuck, she was supposed to drive me home.”

“I heard Kit say he was about to head out. I’m sure he’d give you a ride,” Hugo suggested.

“Oh no--”

“Hey, Kit,” Hugo yelled across the room.

Heat traveled up her neck to her cheeks as embarrassment took hold. She hadn’t seen Kit since leaving her bar. She turned around to see him coming out of a room.

“What’s up?” he asked Hugo as he approached the table. His eyes flickered to hers briefly. He was probably wondering what the hell she was doing there.

“You leaving? Jen can’t drive, and Cam rode with her,” Hugo explained.

Kit looked at her, a smug grin on his face.

“She told me we’d be here for an hour or so. She was supposed to drive me home,” Cam said.

“Mmm, so you couldn't get enough of us.”

“You know what, forget this,” she said. She turned on her heels and walked to the exit. She’d find some other way to get home. Fresh air hit her face as she walked out onto the porch.

“Come on, I was just messing with you,” Kit said from behind her.

She turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t know why she was so embarrassed by being stranded in Savage Spade territory, but she was.

“Come on. My truck is parked on the other side of the clubhouse. Unless you wanna get on the back of my Harley?”

The thought of pressing her tits into Kit’s back as they drove through these dirt roads had her clenching her thighs together. He walked past her, giving her no choice but to follow behind him. They rounded the big building to a darker part of the clubhouse.

“So really, why did you agree to come out here?” he asked her.

“Jen begged me to go with her because she wanted to see Hugo. She didn’t want to come alone.”

“Ah, I’m a little disappointed. I thought you missed me so much you couldn’t stay away.”

She snorted. “In your dreams.”

But as she looked over at him, she couldn’t help being impressed. He wasn’t wearing his leather cut like usual. Instead, he was in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He was the only guy besides Jason Momoa that could pull off a man-bun like that. When they got to his truck, she opened the passenger door and realized the truck sat a lot higher than Big Blue. It took her two tries to get inside all while Kit sat in the driver’s seat and laughed.

She flipped him the bird once she was finally in the seat.

“I was going to help you, but you got it.”

“Yeah right.”

“Give me your phone,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m putting my number in it. In case something like this happens again.”

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