Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(60)
Why the f*ck were women so motherf*cking f*cked-up?
He knew this shit wasn’t just a weekend f*ck fest. He could feel that truth, knew it in his gut every time he’d been inside her, working her over, watching, feeling her body tighten and release, feeling his reaction to her, and what a motherf*cking awesome reaction it was.
He was so into her; she was so f*cking into him. You couldn’t fake that kind of shit. He’d been with far too many women, he knew what was what.
And yet she was still acting like a nut job.
Jesus, this bitch was f*cking him up. Had him thinking one thing and then another and then another and then he was back at the beginning again feeling all sorts of confused. His brain felt like it had been tied to a whipping post.
From chaos, the strongest sort of love is usually born.
When did Eva become motherf*cking Buddha? But…coming from the woman who’d reined in his old man, he figured there just might be some truth in that statement.
When Tegen had yet to respond with another smartass comment, Cage turned around and found her standing only inches away from him. She went instantly up on her tiptoes and slung her arms around his neck, bringing his face down to hers.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, kissing him softly. Her tongue slid inside his mouth and tangled with his own as her hands dropped from his neck to his shoulders and then traveled lower, over his chest and stomach and then…
“Wait,” he said, grabbing her wrists and holding her hands still. Startled, she glanced up at him.
“Did you just say…you’re sorry?”
Her forehead wrinkled. “Yeah.”
He gaped at her. “You, Tegen Louise Matthews, just said…you were sorry?”
Her upper lip curled. “Yes,” she bit out. “I figured if the world’s most renowned man whore can apologize, so can I.”
It was his turn to grimace. He was really sick of all her digs in reference to his sexual history but he didn’t want to fight anymore, so he kept his mouth shut and let it slide.
“Can I resume taking your pants off now?” she asked.
“If I let you, will you wipe that dirty f*ckin’ look off your face?”
“Maybe.”
“Babe, I’m gonna need a guarantee or it’s a no-go. I can’t be f*ckin’ some bitch who’s lookin’ like she’d rather be doin’ laundry. Not sure my man-whorin’ ego could take a blow like that.”
It started out with just a mere twitch of her lips but quickly escalated, and Cage found himself staring dumbfounded at the woman in front of him. She was giggling.
Tegen.
Giggling.
He went insta-hard.
“Keep laughin’,” he growled, walking her backward. “That shit looks good on you.”
“Shut up,” she said, grinning. “And f*ck me.”
He shoved her back on the bed and jumped on over her.
“Way ahead of you, Teacup,” he said, fumbling with his zipper. “While you been bein’ crazy, I’ve been f*ckin’ you for the past twenty minutes at least, might even finish before I get up inside that hungry * of yours. And I ain’t the little engine that could; when my shit is outta fuel, that bastard is in for the night. So, f*ckin’ sucks to be you.”
Giggles turned into full-on hysterics and Cage stopped what he was doing and just watched her laugh. Hell, she looked young. Her nose scrunched up, pink-faced, and trying to breathe in between bouts of full-bellied laughter.
No scowl. No angry lines. No narrowed eyes or flat lips. She looked young, fresh, and f*cking beautiful.
Cage propelled himself into action. Not knowing when he was going to get a chance like this again, he wasn’t going to miss it. After undressing her as fast as he could, he reached over, grabbed a condom off the nightstand and—
Tegen gasped at his harsh entry. Then her surprise bled quickly into a smile.
“Better, babe?” he asked, grinning down at her.
“Your dick should become a United Nations dignitary,” she said. “That f*cker could put the smackdown on the world peace holdup.”
Cage’s body shook with laughter.
“I love you, Teacup,” he said, smiling. “Always have,” he said. “Just didn’t realize it until now.”
Her surprised whimper made him grin.
“Now, about that f*ckin’ apartment in Cali?”
Beneath him, Tegen’s body trembled violently. When her chin began to shake, he cupped the side of her face and held her still.
“Babe?” he asked gently.
“What am I going to do here?” she whispered.
“You know exactly what you’re gonna f*ckin’ do here,” he whispered back, pulling out of her slowly and then sliding just as slowly back inside.
“You’re gonna put your skinny ass on the back of my bike, you’re gonna move into my f*ckin’ house, you’re gonna cook and you’re gonna clean and you’re gonna f*ck me whenever the f*ck I want it.”
When her eyes flared with anger, he growled, “Shut up.” After a pause, during which he managed to glare tenderly at her, he continued. “Other than that, you can do whatever the f*ck you want. Get a f*ckin’ job, or f*ckin’ don’t, or start writin’ those books you were always talkin’ about.”