Page 58 of Beyond the Cage

“Damn, Carter. Jackson is one lucky man.”

I pull down the skirt to my black, backless, halter-top dress and give her a grateful smile. “And so will be the lucky fucker who ends up with you.”

She adjusts the long, silver necklace dangling between my breasts and the deep V neckline of my dress. She looks stunning in a white, backless, mini dress with a plunging neckline and front tie details across the hips.

“You’re smokin’, Tanner.”

“Thanks, boo!”

When I open the door, Cameron’s back is to us. He turns slowly and goes still. His eyes travel from top to bottom, drinking in every detail, and he swallows hard. I do the same, admiring him in his black blazer, crisp white shirt, and black slacks. I’ve never liked the ‘bed head’ look but it’s ultra-sexy on him. I wonder if we can skip the club and just adjourn to my bedroom. Shit. This happens every time I see him. No…I’m the one who wanted to go out. Besides, Chels is looking forward to it.

“Oh, look, we’re coordinated!”

When Chels speaks, he glances over at her and does a double-take. I giggle at his expression.

“Chels, I do believe Mr. Jackson thinks we look hot.”

“Why, thank you, Cameron. So do you. Tonight, you, sir, will be the envy of every straight man in Chicago.”

He grins in acknowledgement and motions for us to precede him. Chels and I walk arm in arm downstairs, and he leads us to the Mercedes. I’ve never seen him use it before, but it’s bigger than the Porsche so I guess that’s why he chose it tonight. It’s a particularly windy night so I hurry inside with his help, ending up between him and Chels. A wolf whistle comes from the front of the vehicle once we’re all settled.

“You two are going to do some serious damage tonight,” Jared remarks.

Chels giggles. “Thank you, Jared.”

For once, Jared isn’t driving. I look curiously at the man occupying the driver’s seat.

“That’s Gabe,” Jared says. “Gabe, meet Jasmine and Chelsea.”

In unison, we reply, “Hi, Gabe.”

“Good evening, ladies,” he replies in a deep voice.

How many people does he have working for him?I can’t see Gabe’s face, but his hair is gorgeous – long, shiny, and jet black.

I turn to Cameron. He’s clenching his jaw and staring at my exposed thighs. There’s a lot for him to stare at. My dress is skin tight and barely mid-thigh in length. He looks…not angry, maybe…perturbed? I think it finally hit him just how revealing my dress is.

Placing my palm on his cheek, I whisper in his ear, “For your eyes only.”

I feel his smile against my cheek before he grasps my chin and guides my lips to his.

“Cut it out, you two. Consider the rest of us, will ya?” Chelsea says, annoyed.

She’s lucky I love her. I pull away from him and keep my hands to myself. “What did you do with Spartacus?” I ask Cameron.

“He’s with my wife,” Jared pipes up. “He’ll be fine.”

“I hope it’s not too much trouble.”

“She loves dogs. We have two. He’s no trouble at all.”

“Thank you…and tell her thanks for me.”

“No problem.”

When we pull up to the club, the line at the entrance extends down the street and around the corner. Chelsea was right about this place. Gabe stops the SUV and, before he hops out, Jared turns to us.

“Stay close to me or Mr. Jackson at all times.”