Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(36)

“You…crazy…bitch,” Cox gasped. “As soon…as I can…I’m gonna…f*ck…you…to death!”

Kami snorted. “Promises, promises.”

“Did you two forget to take your meds today?” ZZ asked, poking his head around the corner.

“SHUT UP!” they yelled simultaneously.

Spinning on her heel, Kami stormed off, leaving Cox in a fetal position on the floor.

“I hate lockdown,” Dorothy muttered.

“Me too,” Cox said with a groan.

ZZ burst out laughing. “Dude,” he called out. “You brought this shit on yourself. You marry crazy, crazy is what you’re gonna get.”

Ripper nearly knocked over Dorothy as he stormed past them, cursing as he headed in the direction Danny had since disappeared. She supposed now that Danny had just crudely found out about Ripper and Kami, he had some damage control to contend with.

Frowning, Eva stared down the hallway after him. No, she couldn’t leave. Not in the eye of a major shit storm. If she went home now, who would be here to buffer between Danny and Deuce when the shit hit the fan? Cage? No. Cage loved his sister but he was about as articulate with emotional confrontations as his father and preferred using his fists when things got heated. Deuce and Cage would only end up beating the hell out of each other, and Ripper would still end up dead, and Danny…

Who would be here to pick up the pieces of Danny’s broken heart if Ripper ended up breaking it?

She was going to have to shelve her own problems for a while and make sure the family she loved—but was eventually going to have to leave—stayed together after she was gone.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ripper jumped over Cox and took off down the hallway after Danny. Motherf*cking crazy, ass-less Kami. Always running her mouth. Using him to try and make Cox jealous over something that happened ten years ago. And it worked. Every damn time. If that was his bitch using another dude to make him jealous, always kneeing him in the junk when she was pissed off, he’d slap the f*cking shit out of her.

He found Danny fumbling with the key to her room. One glance at him stalking her way and she amped up her fumbling.

“Danny!” he growled, increasing his pace. “Fuckin’ wait!”

He caught up just as she turned the key. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her down the back hallway and into a dark corner, unseen by the cameras mounted on the walls.

“I know what you’re thinkin’,” he whispered, “but it ain’t like that. Me and Kami—”

“Shut up!” she hissed. “I heard exactly what you did with Kami!”

His grip tightened on her arm, squeezing the limb. “Don’t do this,” he gritted out. “Not now, not here in the f*ckin’ club. What happened with Kami was ten years ago, Danny. What the f*ck were you doin’ ten years ago?”

Her cheeks turning pink, she glanced down, refusing to make eye contact.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “So cut me some f*ckin’ slack.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I guess I wasn’t thinking. I thought—”

He cut her off with a kiss he knew he shouldn’t be risking, not with so many people cooped up inside the club. But, shit, he didn’t want her hating on him and with Danny, it seemed need was always overpowering sense.

Her free arm slid around his waist under his T-shirt and her nails scraped lightly over his skin. He closed his eyes and kissed her harder.

“We should go to my room,” she whispered, moaning softly as his lips descended down her neck and his hands up her ribcage. “Or back in the pantry.”

They should. They should at least get the f*ck out of the hallway. But he couldn’t wait that long. The dim lighting, his size compared to her, all convinced his lust-addled brain that if someone happened to come down this hall within the next five minutes, unable to see Danny’s face, whoever it was would just think he was f*cking a club slut and leave him the hell alone. It wasn’t the first time he’d f*cked a bitch in the hallway.

Not by a long shot.

“No,” he rasped, cupping her ass. “Now…”

“Ripper…no…”

He’d already lifted her, was pulling her underwear, still soaked from their last encounter, to the side and pushing inside of her.

“You can’t say no,” he growled, slapping his hand across her mouth. “It ain’t allowed.”

“Yes, I can,” she mumbled. “I can say…oh god…oh god…”

Male arrogance slammed into him like a battering ram and his hand tightened, further muffling her cries and whimpers. He smiled to himself; she couldn’t say no to him any more than he could say no to her.

“Baby,” he said softly during a series of small, hard, hip thrusts up into her. “Made up my mind. I’m takin’ you home with me. Sick of f*ckin’ you with my hand over your mouth. I wanna be goin’ deaf hearin’ you screamin’ my name, yeah?”

She couldn’t answer but he could feel the curl of her lips underneath his hand and, f*ck, if that didn’t turn him on to the point of internal combustion.

Ripper slammed his hips forward, rolling them as their bodies connected, his cock pulsing against her walls as he ground painfully into her. Eyes wide, she was panting hot, wet breaths against his hand, her heels were digging into the backs of his thighs, her nails piercing the skin on his neck.