Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(65)

“Yep,” Anna said. “God knows I need it.”

I shook my head. Anna had gone a little nuts after Cox left her.

“Awesome!” Chrissy cried and started bouncing again.

“Where’s Dorothy?” ZZ bellowed from across the lawn, trying to be heard over the music.

I raised my palms in an I-don’t-know gesture and yelled back, “What do you need?”

“Lighter fluid!”

I gave him a thumbs-up and headed inside.

I was halfway down the hall of bedrooms when I heard loud moaning coming from Jase’s room. I headed that way, knowing exactly what I was going to find.

Sure enough, with his pants around his ankles, Jase had Dorothy pinned up against the wall, her dress pushed up to her waist.

“I f*ckin’ love you,” he rasped. “You don’t even know, D. You don’t even f*ckin’ know.”

Dorothy, whose face was buried in Jase’s neck, whimpered.

Quietly, I reached around the door to press the lock button, and then silently pulled it closed, testing it to make sure it was indeed locked. Chrissy did not need to walk in on that.

Dorothy didn’t deserve to be led on, either.

But it was typical. And there was nothing I could do.

A short time later Dorothy returned to the barbeque, looking flushed. Together, we watched Jase leave the clubhouse and head back to Chrissy. Chrissy curled herself around him while he stared at Dorothy, promising her with his eyes all sorts of things I knew he would never make good on.

“He’s finally going to leave her,” she whispered, her eyes on Jase.

I pressed my lips together and looked down at the serving spoon in my hands. He was never going to leave Chrissy; he loved her in his own f*cked-up way. He loved Dorothy, too. He had whittled his female admirers down to just the two of them and had no plans on leaving either.

Thankfully, Deuce appeared beside me, saving me from having to respond to her.

He looked quizzically between us, and then followed Dorothy’s gaze to Jase and frowned.

“D,” he said in a low voice. She glanced over and blushed.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Can’t have you pissin’ off my old ladies and makin’ shit hard for my boys, D.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I’ll go if you want.”

I dragged him a good distance away. “It’s his fault,” I hissed. “He followed her inside and did ‘you know what’!”

Deuce raised an eyebrow. “You know what?” he repeated, smirking.

I folded my arms across my chest, and his gaze zeroed in on the cleavage that had just popped out of my deep purple sundress.

“Can we go do ‘you know what’?” he asked, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “No.”

“Please?”

I fought my smile and lost. He ran his knuckles down my cheek.

“Got you a present,” he said softly.

“A big, sweaty man present?” I asked.

Deuce grinned. “That, too. Come on.”

He grabbed my hand, led me inside the club, past the bedrooms, through the living area, and pushed open the front doors.

“All yours, babe.”

I blinked rapidly. Then I forgot how to blink and just gaped at the priceless beauty in front of me.

“No,” I whispered.

“Babe. Yeah.”

Solid cast aluminum wheels, a beefy front fork, and a wide-bodied fuel tank. Twin shocks tucked neatly out of sight, the rigid-mounted Twin Cam 96B engine, the chrome over/under dual exhaust, and the five-gallon fuel tank.

I was in shock.

“Boys who did the custom work gave me a whole lotta shit ’bout those sparkles, darlin’. You f*ckin’ owe me.”

It wasn’t as if he had the entire bike custom sparkled—just the seat—and I absolutely loved it.

“I can’t believe you remembered,” I breathed, running my hand over my bike. My perfect, perfect bike.

“Cutest kid I ever met. And at Rikers, no less. Talkin’ ’bout sparkly Fat Boys and pink f*ckin’ helmets with skulls on them and tellin’ me straight up you were gonna be queen of an MC. That was your dream, babe. I’m your man. You feelin’ me?”

Oh my God. He’d made me queen. Because he was my man and that was my dream. My man made my dream come true.

He got me my sparkly Fat Boy.

And my pink helmet with skulls on it.

I turned, grinning so wide it hurt, and poked him in the chest. “You love me.”

He snorted.

“Babe. Yeah.”

I launched myself at him. Gripping my waist, he swung me up and into his arms. Our mouths crashed together, and we kissed the way we always kissed—desperate, hungry, full of such crazed intensity that if bottled could power an entire city.

Sheesh. He so loved me. Just…sheesh.

“Hey,” I said softly and cupped his cheek.

“Yeah?”

“What about your dream?”

His face went dimples. “I’m lookin’ at it, darlin’.”

Oh. Crap. My heart felt near bursting. I was absolutely done for. This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between.

“I wanna go do ‘you know what’ now,” I whispered.