Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(57)

“Did I not just finish workin’ you over?”

The crazy woman pressed her lips together. She was laughing at him. Laughing!

Without preamble, he flipped her on her stomach, yanked her ass up in the air, and sank inside of her. Christ, she was wet. She’d baited him. He shook his head. She was crazy and sex-crazed.

“How’m I doin’, you little brat?” He grunted. “You gettin’ what you need?”

Panting, she shook her head. “Nope. I think you might need to go faster.”

His nostrils flared, and he brought his hand down hard on her backside.

She burst out laughing. “Again,” she giggled.

Christ.

“You want it raw, you promise me you’re gonna stay and try this shit with me.”

She pulled away, flipped onto her back, and spread herself open for him. He pushed inside of her again. Their eyes caught and locked.

“I promise,” she whispered.

“That’s good, babe,” he said. “Real f*ckin’ good.”





CHAPTER SIXTEEN


“I’m fat,” I whined, staring at my ginormous belly.

Deuce, sitting on the edge of the bed pulling his boots on, looked over his shoulder. “Yup.”

I sat up in bed, or rather, I wiggled myself up. “Did you just call me fat?”

“Yup.”

Oh my God. He was so infuriatingly honest! I hated it!

“I’m not fat!” I cried. “I’m nearly eight months pregnant!”

He stood up and grabbed his deodorant from the top of his dresser. “Yeah, babe, I know. But that baby ain’t in your ass.”

My mouth fell open. “Did you just call my ass fat?”

In the middle of tying his hair back, he turned around. “Yup.”

“I hate you,” I hissed. “If I could get up on my own, I would kick your ass!”

He grinned. “Not gonna lie, babe. Your ass got f*ckin’ fat. Don’t really care though ’cause I got big fat hands, so it’s all good.”

I threw my pillow at him. Laughing, he ran out of the room.

“Where are you going?” I yelled.

“The club!” The front door slammed.

Huffing, I lay back down and pulled the covers up over my head. I was so bored, which was probably why my ass got fat. Deuce kept true to his word and was treating me well—when he was home. Which most days and most nights, he wasn’t. Two months ago, I went into premature labor, went to the hospital, and was given magnesium sulfate to slow my contractions. It worked, and the labor was stopped, but I was given strict instructions to stay off my feet as much as possible, to stay away from stressful situations, and to refrain from sexual intercourse.

After that, Deuce stopped sleeping at home. He was always at the club. And I was not allowed at the club unless he brought me there, which was pretty much never.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew he was sleeping with other women. Only I didn’t know what to do about it. He had laid it out for me, told me he would try, and I told him I would try. So I was trying, but trying to maintain a relationship with someone who was never around was incredibly difficult.

There were a few times I had been breaths away from throwing these things in his face, but then I would remember that he had never promised me an exclusive relationship, nor had he promised me he would be home on a regular basis.

It was official. I was an old lady. And it was awful. I had gone from being a vital part of my club with strong ties to all my boys to this. To nothing.

In the meantime, I hung out with Danny when she wasn’t at school. I hung out with Danny and Cage when Cage was home and not at the club, which was a lot less frequent than his father. And I developed a pretty good relationship with both of them. Cage and I became friends, and Danny pretty much decided I was her role model. I thought this was a bad idea, but I didn’t mention it because, in all honesty, I thought it was a cute bad idea.

I had access to Deuce’s pickup, but there was nowhere to go. Miles City, Montana, had a population of roughly nine thousand people and consisted of a few streets with various shops and restaurants and a whole lot of empty land. The residents didn’t seem to mind this. As long as they had clothes on their backs, food in their bellies, and a post office, they were good.

I wasn’t.

I’d been born and raised in New York City.

New York City. Eight million people. A power city, a cultural capital, the most linguistically diverse city in the world, a hodgepodge of commerce, finance, media, art, fashion, research, technology, education, and entertainment.

Sighing, I curled up on my side. I missed my city. I missed my father and Kami and Devin. I missed my boys.

But I loved Deuce. And I promised him.

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It was late when Deuce pulled into his garage. He shut down his bike and headed inside. The kitchen was his first priority, second was Eva. He hadn’t been home in four days, and he was itching to touch her. He couldn’t f*ck her, something about the baby, but he was solving that problem, usually with Miranda, but Miranda wasn’t Eva. None of those whores came close to working him the way Eva could. He couldn’t be around her without wanting her and her mouth, and as sweet as it was, it wasn’t enough. He wanted inside her. He’d wanted inside her since the Demon barbeque fourteen years ago.