Cannon (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 5) by Lane Hart (simple ebook reader txt) 📕

“That’s right. I’ll go see if she’s still changing,” I tell them. “But how long does it take to put on a dress?”

The prospects shrug.

“You both stay here in case I’m wrong,” I tell them before I go back through the lounge and to the unisex bathroom. The door’s locked, so I knock on it. “Madison? Are you in there?”

“Yes.”

“Are you planning to come out tonight?”

“I’m not sure.”

“What?” I ask when the door finally unlocks, and she pulls it open just an inch so all I can see is part of her face. She hasn’t put her mask on yet.

“I can’t go out there like this.”

“Why not? Are you sick?”

“No! You need to find me another dress.”

“What’s wrong with the one I gave you? Is it too small? Too big?”

“No, it’s too…revealing.”

“That’s the point!” I explain to her. “Women aren’t going to like you anyway, so you may as well appeal to the men tonight.”

“I look ridiculous,” she says, leaning away as if she’s glancing at herself in the mirror.

“Are you dressed?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then let me in,” I tell her, pushing on the door so that I can squeeze through. Madison takes two steps back to let me inside, and then the door closes on its own behind me. At least I think it closes. I’m not sure of anything at the moment because everything in the world disappears except for Madison.

“Wow.”

The word comes out of my mouth as I stare at Madison in the mini dress I bought her. There are stripes of various colored sequins – of course there’s green, purple and gold in it, but also black and a lighter blue. The front crosses in a deep V-neck at the top, making it obvious that she’s not wearing a bra underneath, and it’s held on her shoulders by tiny straps. I’m not sure which part is my favorite, her gorgeous heavy tits that are as naturally tanned as the rest of her or how short the dress is on her, several inches above her knees, making her lean legs look like they go on for miles.

Eventually, when she doesn’t say anything, my eyes finally make it up to her face. Her makeup is as perfect as always, those full pouty lips painted a dark pink; and her hair is pulled back in the tight bun. And while I expected her eyes to be narrowed in anger because I was checking her out, she’s actually staring at my shirtless chest and abs or she’s captivated by the cheap, plastic beads.

“I, ah, I don’t understand the problem,” I tell her honestly while trying to keep my lower body from showing her just how much it’s enjoying the view and her captivated interest in me. I remove my mask from my face and shove it in my back pocket because it feels ridiculous to have it on while talking to her.

Closing her eyes for a second, she turns around to look in the mirror over the sink. “There’s too much skin showing.”

My first response would be to say, “No, there’s not enough skin showing for me,” but instead I tell her, “I think you look sexy as hell.” I can’t help but tilt my head to get a nice look at her ass now that it’s facing me, looking so thick and juicy. How come I hadn’t noticed her ass was amazing before now?

“If I lean forward even an inch, you can see my butt cheeks!” As if she thought I needed a demonstration, Madison plants her palms on the sides of the sink counter next to her feathered mask and bends forward just enough that I can see the bottom of her bare cheeks that are the same golden brown as the rest of her skin. Which means she’s either wearing no panties at all or a thong. Knowing her, there’s definitely a thong underneath. She’s a good girl that wouldn’t go without them.

“Maybe I could put a pair of leggings on under them,” she says while tugging the sequin hem down in the back.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I tell her. “Plenty of women wear less than this to the club, and a lot of them are right outside this door in similar dresses despite the cool weather.”

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Madison whispers, hanging her head, and letting her shoulders drop. I’m pretty sure she’s referring to more than the dress.

“Do what?” I ask for clarification to try and get her to tell me the problem. “You can’t wear the dress? You already are, baby, and it would be a waste not to let anyone see it.”

“No,” she replies softly. “I mean meeting all of those people. I’m not great at chitchat or being fake nice. They’re going to hate me.”

“No one is going to hate you,” I tell her. “Well, except all of the women.”

“Thanks, Cannon,” she says, her eyes glaring at me in the mirror.

Dammit, I hate seeing her like this – so unsure of herself. I miss the confident kick-ass woman that I know she is inside. I’m not psychic, but I think everyone else will too if she doesn’t get all high and mighty on them. Since I can’t say that to her without pissing her off, I move up behind her and tell her, “You’re thinking too hard about this. You just need to relax and stop being so uptight all the time.”

“I don’t know how! I’m freaking out. I’m better behind the scenes, not in the spotlight!”

“Yeah, I know,” I agree since there are plenty of people who don’t like socializing with strangers. It takes guts. Guts that I know Madison has if she wasn’t panicking about it. “And I know something that may help you unwind just a little.”

I reach up to her bun and start undoing it before she can stop me. There’s something about the conservative style that doesn’t match her dress.

“Don’t! Ugh, it’s going to take forever to fix again,” Madison