Sage's Story (The Town of Pearl 5)

The deputies ran toward their cars ready to join the chase as one of the biker’s did a wheelie going at least seventy.

“They got themselves a death wish,” Dale added.

“Find out who they are and bring them in. All of them,” the sheriff stated.

“Any idea who they are?” Virgo asked him.

“Not a clue. Too many of the young guys have bikes. A lot of them look alike. Usually no one speeds through town. That’s very stupid and dangerous of them. I’m going to have to find out who they are, and come down tough before someone gets hurt,” Wyatt told them.

“Perhaps before someone gets killed. That was some professional riding,” Dale added.

“They won’t be so happy when they’re in one of my cells for the night.”

Virgo and Dale chuckled.

“Quite the exciting town you have here, Wyatt. We were looking for a little R&R you know,” Virgo teased.

Wyatt chuckled.

“It is a quiet town. A peaceful one, and anyone who interferes with that or tries to defy the law, will go down fast. Don’t you worry. I’ll catch them, and there’ll be hell to pay.”

Chapter 1

Sage was working at the Main Street Inn waitressing tables in the restaurant. She felt so guilty as people talked about the reckless way some teenagers sped through town today on their dirt bikes. Reckless teenagers? If they only knew.

She could hear Abigail greeting some more guests, and when Sage turned to see who they were, she nearly gasped. Quaid and Matt London. Pearl’s number one sought after bachelors walked in. They were dressed, as always, ready to snag attention in their designer button-down dress shirts, custom made in Dallas, along with their designer dress pants. Like true cowboys, they wore cowboy boots that looked only slightly scuffed up. They were both over six feet two, and muscular, lean and mean looking. As gorgeous as both men were, they had attitudes. They didn’t waste their time talking to anyone they didn’t have to converse with. That attitude added to their mysteriousness, but also their popularity.

She knew that they were going to sit in her section. The three times they showed up here, they requested it. They watched her carefully, and she didn’t like it one bit at all. She thought about telling Kenny about how she felt, but something stopped her. It wasn’t a creepy sensation they gave her, but something else. Something she would fight feeling for as long as she possibly could. They were older, in their thirties, and supposedly retired military. They sure did keep the town safe along with Wyatt, Kenny, and the deputies. She heard that they had men working undercover who people didn’t even know about.

As they looked up after greeting Abigail, she locked gazes with them and immediately wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. She turned and asked the nearby table with the McCafreys if they would like dessert, as she began to explain what the special was tonight.

“It’s a warm, sweet peach cobbler with homemade whipped cream and a drizzle of caramel over the top. It’s just divine,” Sage stated, as she felt one of the London men brushed by her. A quick glance over her shoulder and way up, past her five-foot-seven-inch frame, she locked gazes with Matt. He had dirty-blond hair, dimples in his cheeks, and bright green eyes. He winked at her and she smiled. Quickly she turned toward the McCafreys and took their order all while her heart began to race.

She felt so on edge. It had to be the damn guilt she felt for her wild ride through town today. She didn’t even want to contemplate the possibility that Quaid and Matt could figure out that she’d been the crazy, wild driver of the dirt bike. As well as the crazy one who bungee jumped along with her friends off the closed-down abandoned bridge in Turbank. They had started a small fire to keep warm that night, because it was fall and getting cold and the water below was freezing. After they bungeed off the bridge, they hit the water and then swam to shore. The fire got out of control and the smoke alerted someone to them being by the abandoned bridge. Needless to say, the sheriff of Turbank arrived with deputies nearly catching them. Her friends were upset because they had to leave their equipment behind and the cops confiscated it.

But she knew what she was feeling right now was more than just possible guilt for doing illegal stuff. It was more than that. Her nipples were hard and tight, and her damn pussy felt like it was dripping cream. These two were so sexy, and authoritative. Her mind instantly fantasized about them, and half the things she imagined she figured weren’t even potential positions during sex. What the heck did she know?

If there were men out the

re who could break down her resistance to intimacy, it would be these two.

She heard another commotion and then saw Quaid waving someone over. Looking toward the door, her mouth nearly dropped to her chest. The guys from outside the sheriff’s department today were heading over this way. She felt her chest tighten. Her belly ached, her pussy clenched, and she turned away to clear off the other table.

Holy shit. They’re so big and so attractive. Oh God, I’m shaking. I’m intimidated. Holy crap. I’m completely intimidated.

She headed toward the kitchen with the dirty dishes.

“Are you okay?” Abigail asked her as she stood close to her and with a look of concern. The older woman had taken on a grandmotherly role the moment Lena and Kenny saved her from Triumph and Detroit. The fact that her sons legally adopted her added to her instant protective state.

“I’m okay. I don’t know what happened.”

“Those men are quite big. Would you like Meredith to take that table? I’m sure that Quaid and Matt will understand.”

She looked at Meredith with her long blonde hair and big blue eyes as she licked her lips, already drooling over the four men, and Sage got angry.

“Hell no. I can handle it.” She took a deep breath as Abigail smiled and then gave her a wink.

“They like you, Sage. They’re good men.”