Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(49)

“How long?” he demanded, referring to Tegen and ZZ.

Deuce stared at him. “Does it f*ckin’ matter?”

“HOW FUCKIN’ LONG?” Cage yelled.

“Years,” Deuce replied, his voice tight with anger.

Years. Motherf*cking years.

The nausea came back, this time worse.

What the f*ck was going on? Did she love ZZ? The very thought of her rolling off him only to hop back on ZZ was making him want to not just slap the bullshit out of her but beat her f*cking face in.

He couldn’t even fathom it, it was just so…

Fuck.

Tegen and ZZ…together? ZZ was too old for her. ZZ wasn’t just too old for her, ZZ was in over his head in some dangerous shit. Anybody, any one of the Horsemen’s enemies could follow him home and use Tegen against the club.

Fuck that. No way. She obviously didn’t love the motherf*cker if she’d been more than happy to be choking on his dick for the past two days.

His fists clenched.

If Tegen was going to be in any brother’s bed, it was going to be his. It was him who she’d been f*cking obsessed with all these years; it was him who’d popped her shit; it was him who’d f*cked her, he couldn’t even count how many times, over the past two days. Him. Her. No one else.

Jesus.

Fuck it.

He didn’t even care how ridiculous he knew he sounded; he was just that out of his mind with anger and, f*ck him straight to hell, jealousy.

Anger because she was going to split on him the second his old man lifted lockdown. Jealousy because it was ZZ she was going to be going home to. Jealousy because he was pretty positive whatever Tegen and ZZ had together, if it had lasted years already, that she wasn’t just going to quit the guy’s dick cold turkey because Cage had her during the last few days. And more anger because, why the f*ck didn’t his old man tell him anything? Anything at all!

If he would have known, he never would have touched the bitch! He would have let her f*cking bullshit piss him off as usual, but he would have sat on that shit instead of acting on it. Acting on it, despite the f*cking awesome sex, hadn’t gotten him anywhere but dug in deeper inside the mess that was Tegen Matthews.

Now it was too damn late. He was dug in way too deep. He wanted more and he wasn’t going to wait for that feeling to come back again, with someone else, not after years of having boring, pointless sex with far more women than he was going to ever admit to, not after having what felt like the best sex in his entire f*cking life with that crazy bitch. Because, shit, what if it didn’t ever come back? What if this was it? Say, he didn’t scoop this bitch up right here and now, and instead he waited for a less crazy bitch, with a lot less baggage, to come along but instead he ended up like Tap. Old and alone.

He was so f*cking sick of being alone.

“Ellie?” Danny shrieked from behind him. His sister suddenly shoved past him and went running for the front door where, holy f*ck, Ellie was standing, dressed in full leather, holding a helmet under her arm. And walking in behind her…

Cage’s eyebrows popped up.

“Is that Dirty?” Ripper whispered. “Or did Prez start handin’ out cuts to pretty boys?”

“Meeting!” Deuce bellowed.

“First order of business,” Ripper said dryly. “Does Dirty need a new name?”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN


“Meeting!” Deuce yelled again, pointing to his office. “Right the f*ck now!”

Ignoring the gaping stares of everyone inside the clubhouse, Dirty turned to Ellie, who was still wrapped up in Danny’s arms while the girl jumped up and down and squealed.

“I, uh, I have to go,” he said, frowning at Danny’s back, wondering why the f*ck she wasn’t letting go of Ellie.

Ellie gave him a small smile. “I’ll be fine,” she said and let out a little laugh. “I’m in good hands.”

Danny finally surfaced and glanced up at Dirty, and then back to Ellie. “I’m confused,” she said. “Did you two come here toge—”

Danny stopped talking and abruptly swung her gaze back to Dirty. And just stared.

Dirty truly liked Danny; she was one of the few people he could stand to have touch him. They’d gotten to know each other fairly well a few years back when she’d been down and out over Ripper leaving, but she didn’t know jack shit when it came to his past or what he did in his spare time. And he aimed to keep it that way.

“Oh my God, Dirty,” she whispered and Dirty flinched, dreading what she was going to say next. “You look so—”

Ellie snatched Danny’s arm. “Danny,” she said. “Please tell me you have something other than leather I can wear, I’m begging you. I’m sweating like crazy. I think even my knees are sweating.”

“Uh, yeah,” Danny said, looking flustered. “Just let me grab Harley and we can go to mine and Ripper’s room, I have a ton of stuff in there.” Before they walked off, both women shot him one last look. Danny’s was full of confusion but Ellie’s was…

She gave him a knowing smile. And that’s when it clicked.

She hadn’t been sweating, or maybe she had, but that wasn’t why she’d asked Danny for clothing. She’d been protecting him. Just like earlier when she’d very slowly wrapped her arms around his middle, stopping when he’d started to freak out, giving him time to adjust to it.