Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(9)

I snorted. “Frankie’s a whore.”

“He f*ckin’ your friends?”

“Yep. All of them except Kami, my best friend. She would never touch him.”

Kami and I had gone to prep school together since kindergarten. She was the daughter of a former senator and an heiress. She was raised by nannies, spent most of her time with me, and steered clear of Frankie. She’d didn’t like him, and in all honesty, I think he scared her.

Smirking, Deuce shook his head. “He’s tryin’ to get you to notice him. Tryin’ to make you jealous. A f*ckin’ blind man could see how bad that boy wants down your pants.”

Grossed out, I scrunched up my nose. “Not gonna happen. He’s like my brother. Besides, I’m not about having a boyfriend. I don’t even like boys.”

Except him. Only Deuce wasn’t a boy; he was a man, full grown. It was ridiculous to feel this way, but I couldn’t help it. Every fiber of my being felt drugged with his presence. I kept catching myself leaning into his space.

“Darlin’, you just haven’t met the right guy,” he said, smiling. “If you were just a little bit older…”

He stopped talking and shook his head.

“If I was older?” I prompted, needing to hear what he’d been about to say.

He leaned sideways and bent his head to mine. His lips brushed against my cheek. “If you were older, darlin’, I’d have you on the back of my bike and in my f*ckin’ bed. And you’d be not just likin’ it, but lovin’ it, beggin’ me for more.”

My lips parted, and my chest expanded as I sucked down much-needed air. Holy shit. I’d felt that statement all the way down to my toes and back up again. I wanted to feel it again. And again. Only naked and wrapped around Deuce’s body.

“There it is, darlin’,” he said softly, his lips curving slowly in a sexy grin. “Nothin’ like seein’ a pretty girl gettin’ all fired up.”

I. Just. Stared.

“Back of a bike is comin’ for ya and soon, too. ’Cause, baby, the way you’re lookin’ at me is tellin’ me you want it. And you want it bad.”

Pushing himself off the bench, he winked once and disappeared into the crowd.

My heart pounding, I looked around feeling embarrassed and overexposed, but no one was paying me any attention at all.

I put my earbuds back in and started singing again, not quite as loud as usual since my voice was shaking.

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Deuce stayed up on the roof long after everyone had moved inside the club to keep partying, start f*cking, or pass the hell out.

He was having a hell of an internal battle and had already gone through half a bottle of J?ger and two packs of smokes while he was having it.

Eva. That f*cking girl. She should have stayed awkward and skinny—all elbows and knees and legs too long for her body with insecurity blazing in those big gray eyes.

She was damn beautiful now. Her face had carved out nicely, baby fat gone, ivory skin as far as the eye could see, dark wavy hair hanging down her back, full f*cking lips, and those damn big and beautiful eyes, the color of a rain cloud. Goddammit motherf*cking shit. Her awful singing. Those damn Chucks. Those f*cking tits—fat and heavy, nipples hard, pressing through her threadbare Harley tee. Jeans, big and baggy, hanging real low on her hips, low enough to see her hip bones.

He wanted inside of her. It was sick, and he knew it. His old man kinda sick. But there it was.

And he wasn’t the only one. Frankie had it bad and not in a good way. Kid was f*cked-up. Got crazy eyes every time he looked at her. He got the jealousy thing. Eva was a fine piece of ass; being as sweet as she was, as smart as she was, and not giving a shit about mainstream crap, only made her even hotter.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He had to get out of there. Get on his bike and get the f*ck out of Manhattan. Away from Eva f*ckin’ Fox and her soul-sucking eyes.

He made it down to the fourth-floor stairwell when he heard yelling coming from the floor below. Pausing, he leaned over the railing.

“What’s wrong with me?” Frankie demanded.

“Nothing,” Eva said. “It’s not just you. I don’t want to be involved with anyone…like that.”

“You looked pretty f*ckin’ involved on the roof talkin’ to that f*ckin’ Horseman! I watched you with that f*ckin’ *! You were f*ckin’ flirtin’ with him! You let him touch your f*ckin’ face!”

“Yeah, Frankie, I was flirting with him, not shoving my tongue down his throat. He’s hot, so what? It’s not like he gives two shits about some sixteen-year-old girl he barely knows!”

She thought he was hot? Women didn’t think he was hot. They thought he was scary as f*ck. But this beautiful, young, sweet-as-f*ck girl thought he was hot. His cock jerked.

Fuck.

Don’t go there, *. Do not f*cking go there.

“Not the f*ckin’ point, babe! What the f*ck did I tell you?” he yelled. “What the f*ck did I tell you about other f*ckin’ guys?”

Eva sighed noisily. “You said they’d hurt me. They’d use me and throw me away.”

“Yeah, baby.” Frankie’s tone had gone soft and threatening. “What else did I say?”

“Sheesh, Frankie, what is up your butt tonight?”