Page 110 of Rattle the Cage

Tonight, Blade and Cyrus would go investigate while Nash took me out.

Grabbing my hips from behind after I slipped on my Doc Martens, Blade pressed her center into my ass. “I’ll miss you.”

“I bet you will.” I looked over my shoulder at her, the hunger on her face telling me that she was more than ready for another round.

Blade pressed her lips into my rosy cheek, the metal of her lip piercing cooling my skin. “I mean it, Tess. I hate when you’re not around.”

There was no stopping the smile that crept onto my face. Turning on my heels, I pressed my palms into her chest. “I know, Blade. We’ll be back soon. And Nash will keep me safe.”

“Fine.” Blade groaned, opening the front door for me. “Nash is waiting for you downstairs.”

Planting a kiss on Blade’s lips, I wanted nothing more than to stand there and shove my tongue in her throat, to have her again. But it would have to wait.

So instead, I pushed off of her and headed down the steps.

Walking out of the restaurant below and into the park, I wrapped my arms around my stomach and shivered.

It was fucking cold out here, the fall quickly turning to winter even by mid-October. Halloween was still a couple weeks away — which meant I had very little time to prepare for our next Fright Night.

And despite having gotten comfortable back at Feverpoint, I still needed to win. The money could really help Lola and still help me contribute to my savings. God only knew what I was going to do once Rubin was gone.

A wolf whistle drew my eyes to the bright blue Lamborghini where Nash leaned against the passenger door, one hand clasped over the other as she watched me.

“Fuck, you look good.” Nash’s jaw twitched as she stood up, extending her hand to me. “Ready to go, Sweet Lamb?”

I let her kiss my cheek. “It would help if I knew where we were going.”

But Nash’s gentle face flashed a charming yet devious smile. “It’s more fun this way, promise.”

She reached for the door handle and helped me climb into the sports car.

As I climbed in, I took a look at her. She wore black cargo pants, tucked into brown combat boots and an earthy brown hoody with a denim jacket over top. Even with her tattoos and muscles covered up, I could see just how built she was — the way her biceps would flex under the fabric.

My throat tightened, remembering how she’d commanded me in The Station. It made me want to throw our next Fright Night, just to get another chance with her like that. To see all those toys she’d promised to use on me.

Maybe she’ll make me call her Master again.

The thought alone made my clit throb, the seam of my booty shorts rubbing into my folds as I shifted in my seat.

But shaking my head, I knew it was all ridiculous. I wanted the money. Needed it.

Once Nash climbed into the car, slamming the door behind her, I realized just how warm it was. “Did you heat the car up already?”

“What did you think I was doing out here, babe?”

Shrugging, I sat back as the Lambo took off down Feverpoint’s cobblestone paths before merging onto the main roads that lead to Valemont.

As we drove, the Revuelto taking each curve of the windy streets with ease, Nash let her hand fall to my thigh. Licking her lips, her fingers drew small circles up toward my center.

“You look fucking delicious. Make me want to ditch the whole plan and fuck you right here.” Nash growled, her chiseled jaw cut so tight that all I wanted to do was lick it.

It was tempting, and I knew all I had to do was put my hand on her thigh and it would be over. I’d be in her lap, riding her in seconds.

But Nash shook her head, keeping her hand steady on my leg. “But this event is too good to miss.”

It wasn’t long before the car was in Downtown Valemont. In the evening, all the decorations were lit up with orange, purple, and black lights. Inflatable monsters towered over lampposts and fake spiderwebs sprawled across shop windows.

Nash pulled into a spot just outside the old Embassy Theater.