Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(36)

“Fuck,” Cage muttered as he headed back around the bar and took a seat on the stool beside Cox. Pulling a pack of smokes out of his cut, he shook several out and offered one to Cox.

Accepting, the man nodded his thanks and lit it up.

“So, you gonna spill?” Cox asked after blowing out a ring of smoke.

Cage glanced at him. “Spill what?”

“Brother, you took off gunnin’ after the hippie bitch last night and ain’t never came back. I ain’t stupid, so f*ckin’ spill. I ain’t gotten ass in almost two months. Gotta live vicariously through my brothers.”

Cage made a face. “You and Kami? Fuckin’ seriously, dude? Since when aren’t you two maulin’ each other like pit bulls in heat?”

“She wants another kid,” Cox muttered and Cage raised his eyebrows.

What was with all these old f*ckers wanting more kids lately? Eva and Kami were nearing forty. But seeing as Eva was pregnant, it made sense that Kami would want to be pregnant too. Whatever those two did, they always did it together.

“I got three damn kids already,” Cox continued, “and I ain’t wantin’ no more. So she cut me off. Says I ain’t gettin’ * until I agree to shoot her up. And my little dudes ain’t gettin’ near that hungry-ass * of hers, not until she stops actin’ crazy. So, motherf*ckin’ spill.”

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Cage stubbed out his smoke on the counter ashtray. “I f*cked her. The end.”

Cox gaped at him. “The f*ckin’ end? Seriously, brother? No f*ckin’ details?”

Cage glared at him. “What the f*ck kinda details you lookin’ for? Dude, you’re old enough to be her f*ckin’ dad, you’ve been knowin’ her since she was just a little kid, and you really want to be hearin’ about her *?”

Cox stared at him, unfazed.

“This is Tegen we’re talkin’ about,” Cage continued, starting to feel his temper rise. “Tegen? D’s little girl? Am I hittin’ a nerve yet, f*cker?”

Cox lifted his shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “I get what you’re sayin’, brother, but look at it from my point of view. True, I watched that crazy-haired, shit-talkin’ little f*cker grow up, then she took off for college and when she showed back up, she looked nothin’ like she used to. So from where I’m standin’, that ain’t Tegen, not our Tegen, that’s a hot piece of ass.”

Cage’s already rising temper flared to life and his arm shot out. Gripping Cox’s shirt collar, he pulled them nose to nose. “My hot piece of ass,” he growled. “Which you do not f*ckin’ talk about.”

Cage froze. What?

What the f*ck?

Why the f*ck…

Where in motherf*cking-shit-f*cking-hell-f*cking bullshit had that come from?

Cox started laughing and Cage abruptly released him.

Forget that he’d called her “his,” he’d actually gotten upset to the point he’d just nearly knocked Cox out for talking about her like she was a club whore when in reality she’d treated him like the whore.

Suddenly, Cage was feeling things he wasn’t used to feeling. He was pissed, yeah. He felt kind of slighted too, and most definitely annoyed. But…

Disappointment. Yeah, when it came to women that was a new one.

Inadequacy. Fuck him. Had he been horrible? Had she not been as into him as he’d been to her?

And…jealousy.

Did she have someone else in Cali? Had she taken off because she’d felt guilty?

Suddenly he was hoping like hell she had someone back home. Because that meant it hadn’t been him that ran her off and…

FUCK.

No, no, he was getting pissed off again thinking about her going home to…who? Her boyfriend? He wracked his brain, trying to think if he’d heard Eva or Danny mention a boyfriend and, shit, he didn’t know, he didn’t pay attention to that shit.

The sound of Cox’s hysterical laughter brought him up short.

“Dude,” Cox choked out, clutching his stomach. “Ripper said once you were hard up for that little shit and I didn’t f*ckin’ believe him, but holy Mary, Mother of God, you are! Straight up! You should see the look on your face!”

Cage was considering knocking him out when out of nowhere a hand slammed down on the counter between them and they both glanced up to find Deuce glaring down at them.

“That little shit you’re talkin’ about,” Deuce growled, “is at the f*ckin’ gate.”

Both Cage and Cox glanced over at the security monitor and sure enough, there was Tegen’s angry face on the screen. It was obvious she was yelling but since the sound button wasn’t being pressed, nobody could hear what she was saying.

“Jase is with her,” Deuce continued, pointing. He sure was. Slumped face forward into the dashboard and all.

“I ain’t gettin’ him,” Cox said. “That motherf*cker is heavy.”

“What f*ckin’ good are you,” Deuce demanded. “You sit around, drink my f*ckin’ booze, eat my f*ckin’ food, you’re always talkin’ about Kami this and Kami that, and makin’ my f*ckin’ head hurt.”

Cage didn’t hear the rest, he was already out the front door, headed for the gate.