Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(19)
Still holding Mick’s shirt, he yanked him away from the wall and swung him out of his office. Mick hit the floor and went sliding across the room. Jase jumped out of the way, and Mick crashed into a pool table.
“Get him outta here,” he growled to no one in particular. “Anyone else got somethin’ to say to Eva, or somethin’ to say about her, you’re gonna answer to my f*ckin’ fist. We f*ckin’ clear?”
He received a series of grunts and nods during which he slammed the doors closed and locked them.
“Eva, babe, look at me.”
She shook her head. “I should leave,” she whispered brokenly. His chest went tight. No way was he letting her leave.
“Eva!” he said forcefully. “Fuckin’ look at me!”
Hugging herself, she turned away from him. “I got you shot,” she whispered.
Fuck.
“Eva!” he yelled. “Fuck! Look at me before I spank the f*ckin’ shit outta you!”
Her head jerked up, and her narrowed eyes zoomed in on him. He grinned.
“Babe, don’t you f*ckin’ dare think any of that shit was your fault. It was mine, darlin’, plain and simple. I shoulda left you alone, but I couldn’t f*ckin’ help myself. Marriage had already gone bad, and I saw you sittin’ there with a pair of great f*ckin’ tits, tappin’ your Chucks, bobbin’ your head, and singin’ your heart out to f*ckin’ Zeppelin. And you looked so damn innocent and f*ckin’ sweet as hell without a care in the f*ckin’ world except for right then, right there. I was so f*ckin’ jealous. I would’ve given an arm and a leg to have life be that simple again. Then that little shithead showed up, and I knew he f*ckin’ worshipped you. And then I heard that shit he said to you, and I knew nothin’ was gonna make that boy back off until he got inside your sweet *. So I kissed you, babe, ’cause I was selfish. I wanted to taste that f*ckin’ sweetness before he took it all.
“And, babe, when I kissed you and you kissed me back, not knowing what the f*ck you were doin’ but doin’ it anyway—not carin’, just feelin’—I f*ckin’ lost myself in that kiss. Couldn’t remember ever losin’ myself in a kiss until then.
“That f*ckin’ kiss, Eva, has gotten me through some pretty bad nights. That f*ckin’ kiss reminds me that life ain’t all bad.
“As for what happened in that alleyway, your old man never found out about it. But even if he had and he buried me, I wouldn’t have f*ckin’ cared ’cause when it comes to you, darlin’, I got no f*ckin’ sense. You f*ckin’ pull me in until you’re all I can f*ckin’ see. Suddenly, I can’t f*ckin’ breathe, but I don’t care ’cause you, babe, you’re you. I ain’t ever met anyone as f*ckin’ perfect as you. Knowin’ you gave me your first kiss, and then you gave me that sweet * first, knowin’ that I got that and no one else can ever have it ’cause it’s f*ckin’ mine—f*ck, Eva—there ain’t a day that goes by that I don’t think ’bout that, ’bout you, and how much I f*ckin’ wish shit was different.
“And that’s the God’s honest truth, darlin’. I wouldn’t change a f*ckin’ thing ’cept for you being in so deep with the Demons, me being a Horseman, me being f*ckin’ married to the biggest f*ckin’ cunt on the planet, and your old man being who he is. Take all that shit away and you’d be on the back of my bike and in my f*ckin’ bed. You wouldn’t be leavin’, and I wouldn’t be walkin’ away from you ever again.
“Now, woman, you need to start doin’ what you came here to do, or I’m gonna do it for you.”
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I ran to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my face in his chest.
“Missed you,” I whispered. “So, so much.”
“Babe, yeah,” he said softly. “Now you gonna give me that sweet f*ck-me mouth, or do I need to take it?”
I went up on my tiptoes, and he bent down. I took his mouth, I took his tongue, and I ate him alive. Four years I had gone without him, without his mesmerizing eyes, and his devastating grin, and his perfect mouth, and his perfect hands, and his perfect body, and his perfect cock. Desire, slick and hot, heated my blood and pooled low in my belly. I had so much time to make up for, and it couldn’t happen fast enough.
Frantically, I pushed his cut down his shoulders. Shrugging out of it, he tossed it aside.
Up went his T-shirt, over his head, and across the room. Mine was next; he yanked it up over my head and tossed it aside. Then my breasts were in his hands and then in his mouth, and I died a heavenly, happy death. We tasted, touched, grabbed, and gripped each other until it wasn’t enough anymore, not even close.
I released him, slid down his perfect body, and onto my knees. After wrestling open his jeans, I took him in my mouth, all of him, and again I ate him alive. His breathing hitched, and his hands gripped a hold of my hair. I clung to the backs of his thighs, digging my nails in, keeping myself steady when I otherwise would have collapsed under the heady sensations rippling through me.
I made love to him with my mouth in the same frantic, desperate way I have always kissed him. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to ever stop. I felt so alive, taking all I could as I gave all I had. My mouth loved Deuce, my hands loved Deuce, my body loved Deuce. Loved, loved, loved, loved…I loved Deuce.