Read Takedown Teague (Caged #1) Online
Authors: Shay Savage
With a coy smile, Tria looked up at me through her lashes.
“Liam Teague!” she exclaimed. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
The tension that had been building in me dissipated as the corners of her mouth turned up.
“I’ve never taken you on a date,” I said. I was a little startled by the sudden realization.
“No, you have not,” she said. “Actually, I’ve never really been on a date. I mean, Keith and I sort of went to prom, but since we didn’t have money for the tickets or suitable clothing, we just went to a party out on the beach and called it prom. I don’t know if that counts or not.”
“It doesn’t.” I decided it wouldn’t count—not because I didn’t think it
should
count, but because I didn’t want it to.
“Well then, I’ve never been on a date at all.”
“I guess I ought to fix that,” I told her.
“When we get home, I’m going to hold you to that,” Tria said.
“Deal,” I replied. “And I want to point out that through exercising restraint to rival that of Atlas himself, I haven’t punched anyone yet.”
“Yet?” Tria took a slight step back and crossed her arms.
“Hey, the night ain’t over.”
She turned her head to look at where Keith and Brandon were still talking softly to each other, then to Nikki, and then back to me.
“I didn’t know he was going to show up here,” she said. “I didn’t think we’d see him until the ceremony. Sorry about that—I should have warned you or something.”
“You can’t warn me about something you don’t know is going to happen,” I said. “Besides, I don’t need a warning about Douchebag. He’s too weak and too stupid to worry me.”
“Be careful,” she said. “Keith has a lot of support here.”
“It’s all good,” I said, trying to reassure her. “Just keep your distance from him, okay? I don’t want you around him unless I’m there.”
“He’s not going to do anything to me,” Tria said, but her eyes betrayed her words.
“Shitty liar,” I reminded her. “You had to hide out to get away from him before.”
“Well, I don’t think he’ll do anything with you here,” she clarified.
“Yeah, me either, but I want you to stay close anyway.”
I slipped my arm around her waist, pulled her body close to mine, and then pressed my lips to the top of her head. Keith looked over at us then, and I made a point of sliding my hand lower to rest on her ass. He glared, and I raised an eyebrow at him as I gave her a little squeeze.
“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” Tria asked.
“Yep,” I replied. “Fucker needs to keep his eyes to himself.”
Before Tria could make any further comment or admonishments, the sound of rubber wheels on asphalt came from down the road. A rusty old Gremlin pulled up and parked. Inside were a woman and a young man. Nikki introduced them as her mother, Patricia, and brother, Steven.
We went through the whole “Why is he here?” thing again. I bit my tongue a lot, trying to understand why my being here was such a big deal when Nikki was about to get banged by a whole group of guys right in front of her own family members.
The whole thing was just sick. This was fuckupedness to end all fuckupedness.
“It’s time,” Nikki said from the top step of the porch.
Everyone starting piling into vehicles, and I headed toward Keith’s truck with Brandon. Tria glanced at me nervously, and I rolled my eyes. Keeping my mouth shut and my fists to myself was going to be a herculean task over the next few hours.
I was never one to back away from a challenge, but I had the feeling this night was going to be a disaster.
~End Part 1~
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Tria laid her head against my shoulder and relaxed against me as I exhaled smoke off to the side so it would stay out of her face. I snaked my free arm around her stomach, and she gripped my forearm with her slender fingers.
“Are you going to tell me something about yourself tonight?” she asked.
“No,” I told her with a firm shake of my head. “I was kind of thinking it was your turn.”
“My turn?”
“Yeah,” I said as I took a long pull from the cigarette. “It occurred to me that you haven’t really told me a whole lot about growing up here, but you keep trying to drag shit up about my past. I think a little turn-taking is in order.”
“So if I tell you something, you then have to tell me something else?”
It wasn’t exactly what I had it mind. In fact, the whole thing had been as much of a diversion tactic as actually wanting to know more about her childhood. I wasn’t completely sure I wanted to know more about this place while I was still here. I didn’t think I’d get out without cracking skulls.
“Actually, maybe that’s not such a good idea,” I said. “At least, not now.”
Tria must have been thinking the same thing.
“Yeah, maybe we should talk about that when we have a little more…distance.”
“Yeah.”
“But, we could maybe do some of that when we get home?” she suggested.
I sighed.
“You aren’t going to give up, are you?”
“Probably not,” she said. She turned her head toward me and smiled before leaning back against me again.
I felt her shiver in the night’s chilly air and pushed against her back a little so she would sit up again. Gripping my cigarette between my lips, I pulled my jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. Tria stuck her arms through the sleeves and wrapped the front part so it overlapped around her torso.
The jacket was insanely huge on her, and I should have found it comical, but I didn’t. Instead, my cock took very specific notice of how she looked and decided to attempt escape from the crotch of my jeans, which made me groan.
“What is it?” Tria asked as her eyes narrowed a bit to focus on me.
For a moment, I couldn’t answer. I just looked at her and tried to figure out what the hell was going on inside my head. I flicked my cigarette out onto the gravel road and wrapped another arm around her.
“It’s just you,” I finally answered. “The jacket doesn’t fit you at all, and it kind of looks like you’re wearing one of those giant bean-bag chairs. I ought to be laughing, but I’m not because it’s so fucking hot at the same time—seeing you wearing something of mine.”
She widened her eyes a little.
“Like everything else about you,” I heard myself say. “It’s how beautiful you are when you’re pissed off at me. It’s how you smile when you’re making me breakfast. It’s your eyes, your voice, the smell of your hair. It’s how your skin feels against mine.”
I hugged her against me a bit more.
“Just like this,” I clarified, not wanting her to think—despite the moody little bastard’s lack of self-control—that this was just about wanting in her panties. It was that, too, but it wasn’t
just
that. “Everything about you makes me want you more.”
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Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys spending her weekends off-roading in her bright yellow jeep, watching science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, and participating as a HUGE Star Wars fan and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
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