Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(23)



One thing he knew for certain was the woman had one damn long memory and could hold a grudge like a motherf*cker. And unfortunately for him, the more time that passed, the more beautiful she seemed to grow. Her extremely slender figure no longer seemed stick-like but naturally lithe, like a ballet dancer. And her breasts, while still very small, had a more rounded fullness to them. His eyes raked over her long copper dreadlocks, the quarter-inch plugs in her earlobes, her slim neck, and the colorful flower tattoos across her chest. Her bare arms were also covered in ink from shoulder to wrist, and the inch of exposed concave stomach between her tank top and skirt, also inked. More so than the last time he’d seen her.

Jesus, the girl had more ink on her now than he had, nearly as much as Cox who, aside from his face, was tattooed from head to toe.

And it was…hot. Cage found his body responding to his thoughts; not physical stimulation, just his goddamn thoughts, something that only happened around Tegen and her goddamn attitude.

Still glaring at him, she flung her long dreads over her shoulders with a flick of her wrists and cocked a bony hip. His fists clenched, readying himself for whatever mud she was going to fling at him. He was not in the mood for this shit. He’d barely been off the road five seconds and now this?

“No one told me that motherf*cker was going to be here,” she hissed.

Behind him Ripper snorted and Danny sighed.

Cage’s jaw locked. His eyes darted to the right of Tegen and he quickly calculated how much time he had to grab her, throw her inside his old room, and f*ck that attitude straight out of her before anyone tried to stop him.

“We’ll be downstairs,” he heard Danny say and he could hear the damn laughter in her voice.

“But I wanna hear all the f*cked-up shit Tegen’s gonna say to him,” Ripper said, laughing.

“Don’t hold your breath,” Tegen snapped, her eyes never once leaving Cage. “I have nothing to say to Deuce Junior.”

His nostrils flared. No bitch ever talked to him the way she did. In fact no one, other than his father, had ever treated him the way she did; he didn’t allow it, would have them eating fist before they got a second insult out. Except Tegen. When she mouthed off, the bitch always had him either tongue-tied or hard as a rock or both.

Like right now.

Tegen smirked at him. “Aw, what’s wrong, West? Did I bruise that inflated ego of yours? Little old me? Just one of your millions?”

“Fuck you,” he snarled.

Still smirking, she rolled her eyes. “No, thank you. Sorry, Cage, been there, done you, don’t care to be a repeat offender.”

“Damn,” Ripper said. “That was a good one.”

“Dinner!” Eva’s voice carried throughout the house, instantly cutting through the tension rolling around the upstairs occupants.

“Finally,” Tegen muttered, shoving past him. “I was beginning to think this family lived off beer.”

His chest heaving angrily, his cock pressing painfully against his leathers, he turned to watch her make her way past Danny and Ripper. Danny glared at her and Ripper had an amused smile on his face.

“Although,” Tegen continued as she descended the stairs. “A beer diet would explain a lot.”

Cage hadn’t even realized he’d started after her until he felt his back hit the wall. He blinked, seeing Ripper’s scarred-up face mere inches from his own.

“Brother,” Ripper said, his voice low. “Let it slide. The bitch is tryin’ to get you riled up and you’re lettin’ her.”

“Fuck her,” he growled, shoving Ripper off him even as his battle lust began to ease. “She’s still f*ckin’ pissed at me over somethin’ that happened years ago, somethin’ I don’t even f*ckin’ remember!”

“You are an idiot!” Danny snapped, sticking a manicured pink fingernail in his face.

“I was drunk!” he shot back defensively.

Danny shook her head and rolled her eyes. “You really are an idiot.”

He grabbed his sister’s finger and shoved it back in her face. “You got Hello Kitty fingernails, little sister, and you’re callin’ me an idiot? Fuck off.”

Their father’s face appeared between them and—

“DINNER!”

He and Danny jumped apart.

“Daddy!” Danny yelled. “What the—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Deuce growled. “Get your ass and your sorry-ass man’s ass down those f*ckin’ stairs.”

Laughing, Ripper grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled her away from Deuce, who turned toward Cage.

“Tegen’s back here for five f*ckin’ minutes and you already got her goin’? What the f*ck is wrong with you?”

“Her?” he yelled. “I just got in and you’re givin’ a f*ck about her? You didn’t even ask me how the job went! Fuck you!”

Deuce’s eyes narrowed into slits. “I need to ask you ’bout every little f*ckin’ thing now? I’m guessin’ the job went just f*ckin’ fine seein’ as how your stupid ass is standin’ right in front of me, not bleedin’. So I ain’t too sure what your f*ckin’ problem is but since we’re sharin’ shit right now, how about I tell you what my f*ckin’ problem is?”

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