Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(53)



Cox nodded. “Sweet.”

Once they were inside the elevator, he grabbed Cox by his neck and slammed him into the wall. “You ever f*ckin’ talk ’bout Eva’s tits or * again, I will f*ckin’—”

“Prez!” Cox said, laughing. “That was all for show. Chill the f*ck out.”

? ? ?

Freshly showered and sipping a tall glass of ginger ale, I was sitting in my beanbag chair, watching Kami and Devin curled up in my bed sleeping, and hoping like hell Devin wasn’t going to need counseling from the events of the day.

Because I sure did.

My bedroom door clicked and opened slowly. Cox walked in first, followed by Deuce. Cox’s gaze flickered over me before landing on Kami and Devin. There was possession in his eyes. He wasn’t giving up his kid—no way in hell. I wasn’t sure what that meant for Kami, but I was going to find out.

“Cox,” I whispered. He turned.

“I’m not sure what your plans are, but Kami and Devin are a package deal. You try to f*ck that up, and you’re going to go up against a wall of Demons. We clear?”

Deuce’s lips twitched, but Cox remained impassive. “Yeah, Foxy,” he whispered. “We’re clear. You don’t gotta worry ’bout your girl. Had some time to cool off. Figure some shit out.”

Cox walked over to my bed and sat down beside Kami. “Bitch,” he whispered in her ear, “wake the f*ck up.”

Kami blinked sleepily, saw Cox looming over her, and let out a shriek.

Cox slapped his hand over her mouth. “You crazy? My kid is sleepin’.”

Kami’s pretty blue eyes narrowed, and she mumbled something nasty-sounding against Cox’s hand.

“Just met your f*ckin’ husband, and sure as f*ck don’t want my kid near that * ever again, ’specially don’t want him callin’ that motherf*cker daddy.” He gently pushed a lock of hair out of Kami’s eyes. “And bitch, you’re not goin’ back to him. Not ever.”

Kami visibly relaxed and sank back into my pillow. Cox removed his hand.

“Gonna lay it out for you, babe,” he continued. “Not about to take my boy away from his mama. So we can work somethin’ out. I gotta get to know him first, want him to feel safe with me, and then we can talk ’bout him goin’ back and forth, yeah?

“Or you can pack up your f*ckin’ shit and haul your bony ass down to Montana, and I’ll help you get a place. Maybe shit could happen between us, maybe not ’cause you’re f*ckin’ crazy, but no way in hell you’re ever goin’ near Ripper. Basically, bitch, you will promise me right the f*ck now that you will be stayin’ away from Ripper from now ’til f*ckin’ forever.”

Shocked, I glanced at Deuce. He was looking at the ceiling, praying for patience maybe.

“What about your wife?” Kami hissed. “Will you be staying away from her?”

“I’ll take care of it,” Cox hissed back.

She snorted. “And how will you be taking care of that?”

“Not your concern.”

Kami jackknifed into a sitting position. “You expect me to pack up my life, uproot my son, move to a town where ‘Super Sluts’ is the only salon in sight, just so some shit may or may not happen between us? You might be fine as hell and f*ck like a god, but sorry, I don’t think so.”

Cox grabbed Kami’s upper arms and jerked her forward. Nose to nose, they glared at each other.

“I’m gonna be brutally honest with you. Not one woman has ever worked me like you do. Not one and I’ve f*cked a lot of women. Pissed me off every time you split when I still wanted more. Now you got my kid, and you still look slammin’, and I still want more. You come to Montana, and we’ll see if this shit works. If it does, I’ll leave my wife; if it doesn’t, I’m not f*ckin’ leavin’ her. Don’t wanna do my own laundry, and sure as shit don’t wanna be payin’ alimony.”

“Oh my God,” Kami breathed. “You are the biggest * I have ever met.”

“And you’re a damn crazy, seriously spoiled bitch.”

I’m still not sure who moved first, maybe they moved at the same time. One second they were glaring, and the next they were kissing. And wrestling. Wrestle kissing?

They rolled off the bed in a heap, Kami reaching for Cox’s belt while he tore open her shirt.

I ran for Devin since neither of his parents were taking into account that their four-year-old was mere feet from them.

“Jesus, you’re f*ckin’ perfect,” Cox rasped.

“Shut up,” Kami hissed. “And f*ck me!”

Deuce held the door for me while I carried Devin out of the room.

Last thing I heard before Deuce closed the door was Cox groaning loudly, “Oh, f*ck yeah, bitch, your crazy ass is comin’ home with me.”

“No, I’m not!”

I shook my head. What a difference a day makes.

“You ready to go home, darlin’?”

I looked over at Deuce. He was staring at the little boy in my arms.

“Yeah,” I said softly. “I’m ready.”

He looked up and smiled. “That’s good, babe. Real f*ckin’ good.”

? ? ?

Deuce turned onto the interstate. Wearing his helmet, Eva sat behind him, her thighs cradling his hips, her arms encircling his waist, her cheek pressed between his leather-clad shoulder blades. It felt good. Right. It felt like a f*ck of a long time coming, but it was here now, and he could finally breathe easy.

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