Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(92)

“There isn’t anything wrong with us,” she said.

He snorted. “Yeah, okay,” he said, laughing, still staring at her tits. He was so f*cking horny. It had been over a year since he’d last been inside of her and he was aching for it. The fact that he couldn’t hold a damn erection because he was too busy being half out of his mind wishing he was high was pissing him off, more than the fact that he’d let his life fall so far down the shitter not even a drain snake could give him a helping hand.

It was official—he was the biker brat equivalent to a spoiled rich kid who’d thrown his life away…just because. And he hated himself for it.

If Tegen weren’t here… Jesus, f*ck, he didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if she hadn’t come back.

“I wanna f*ck you so bad,” he said, reaching for her. She sidestepped him and the next thing he knew she was slapping her palms against his shoulders and shoving him backward.

“Go talk to your father,” she said firmly. “Right now.”

“Will you blow me afterward?” he asked, grinning at the elderly couple that was passing by them, their eyes wide with surprise.

“Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But only if you promise to come all over my tits like a good little boy.”

The elderly man stopped walking and gaped at Tegen, who subsequently winked at him. Literally choking on her shock, the man’s wife grabbed his arm and yanked him toward the far elevator.

Laughing like a maniac, Tegen continued shoving him backward down the hallway and he let her, relishing in the smile on her face, just thanking God that she was here, with him, and…f*ck him, she was happy.

“Ready?” she asked, stopping in front of a room he guessed was his father’s.

“No.”

Shaking her head, Tegen pushed open the door and walked inside. Sighing, his stomach nothing but a bundle of nerves, he followed her in and stopped when he saw his father. Lying in a hospital bed, dressed in a goddamn hospital gown, hooked up to machines and IVs, his long blond and gray hair splayed out over the pillow behind his head, was Deuce. Cage just stared. He’d never seen his father in such a vulnerable state. Not that the man looked weak by any means, just the opposite actually. He looked like he was too damn big for the bed, and if he pulled too hard on any of the equipment he was hooked up to, he’d break it instantly.

Deuce glanced from him to Tegen and back to him. Cage watched as his father took in his appearance. A look of relief crossed the man’s features.

“How long?” he asked.

“Since the last time he f*cked up?” Tegen asked and Cage’s eyes shot to her. She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her hip out. “Three days. Three very long, very horrible days.”

“Fuck you!” Cage spat. “Was tellin’ him that really f*ckin’ necessary?”

She shrugged indifferently. “Yes.”

Cage’s nostrils flared and his fists clenched but before he could come back at her, his father burst out laughing. Deep, body-shaking laughs wracked the man’s body and Cage just stood there and stared. Who the f*ck was this guy? Sure as f*ck wasn’t his old man.

“Tegen,” Deuce said, trying to catch his breath. “You give us a minute, darlin’?”

Cage watched in horror as the word “darlin’” fell out of his old man’s mouth and Tegen’s face lit up like a goddamn firecracker.

“Sure,” she said, smiling, all adorable and shit at Deuce. What the f*ck? What the motherf*ck? He’d seen it before, his old man putting on the charm and thongs falling off pussies all around the world. But…Tegen?

She hated Deuce. She thought Deuce was an arrogant, pigheaded, sexist Neanderthal!

And she was his f*cking woman!

Cage glared at her as she practically skipped from the room, still smiling. He turned his glare back to his father. “Don’t ever call her that again,” he demanded angrily.

Deuce held his hands up. “I’ll leave you to it,” he said, fighting a smile.

Cage wasn’t satisfied. “She’s mine,” he said.

Deuce’s brow hit his hairline. “Jesus, f*ck,” he said. “I don’t f*ckin’ want her. What kind of crazy shit you thinkin’?”

“Nothin’,” Cage muttered.

Deuce narrowed his eyes, then shook his head. Gesturing to a seat near his hospital bed, he said, “Sit the f*ck down.”

Cage gritted through the anger he felt at being treated like a dog and instead of exploding like he wanted to, did as he was told.

Deuce eyed him knowingly. “Shoulda listened to that old bastard,” he muttered. “Blue said, when you couldn’t have been no more than two years old, that you were just like me. He said you were gonna be throwin’ a whole lotta bullshit my way, told me I was gonna have a handful with you. And instead of listenin’, I told myself you had everything you could f*ckin’ want and what you didn’t have I’d make sure and get for you, so ain’t no way you were goin’ to be gettin’ yourself into nearly as much trouble as I did. Told myself a whole lotta bullshit, I guess, ’cause in the end you weren’t just as dumb as I was, you were a whole lot f*ckin’ dumber.”

Cage’s nostrils flared wildly as he fought to keep himself from throwing a punch, his anger only increasing when Deuce grinned at him.