Tag: Blood Fury MC

When an unexpected delivery lands on Cage’s doorstep, the Blood Fury MC’s Road Captain realizes his future’s about to change. Forever.

He’s not ready to deal with the responsibility life just handed him and isn’t afraid to admit he needs help. Desperately.

The answer to his problem comes in the form of a strong, gorgeous woman he hasn’t seen in over twenty years. Since Jemma’s no longer a kid he can ignore, he must remind himself she’s only there for one reason. And causing problems between him and her brother, the club’s Sergeant at Arms, is definitely not one of them.

With her help, Cage slowly begins adjusting to the new normal his life has become. Until the Shirley Clan does the unthinkable. Now it’s up to him to make sure they regret stealing what’s his. With everything to lose, this will be the most important fight of his life.

Note: Blood & Bones: Cage is the fifth book in the Blood Fury MC series. As always, this book has no cheating, no cliffhanger and has an HEA. It’s recommended to read this series in order.

 

Fucking Mondays.

Monday mornings were always the hardest.

Cage’s 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 wouldn’t 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 club’s 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 club’s pig roast.

They’d gone on a Sunday club run. Check.

They had a pig roast afterward since they had a lot of leftovers from the prior weekend’s charity poker run. They’d raised a shit ton of scratch for the Kids Can Do Foundation. So, he stuffed his gut full of good grub. Check.

He’d 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 didn’t succeed. Check.

Wait.

Or did she? Uncheck.

Fuck.

He scanned the floor for a female’s 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 could’ve been placed in anyone’s 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 wasn’t fugly.

But he had no idea who she was. “Uh…”

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.