Part 9 (1/2)
I took a sip of my coffee. ”What?”
”That f.u.c.kin' dress babe. Killin' me.”
I glanced down at my strapless sundress. It was dark green, virtually shapeless soft cotton that hung just slightly above mid thigh. It was simple, comfortable and very me. And not at all s.e.xy, not compared to the clothing women like Kami wore.
”Um...seriously? It's like a big green bag.”
He narrowed his eyes. ”No babe, it's not.”
Jase chose that moment to barrel into the kitchen. He crossed the room and literally swept Dorothy off her feet and into a pa.s.sionate embrace like the ones you see in the movies.
”Missed you baby,” He groaned into her mouth.
She giggled. ”You saw me yesterday.”
With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, he strode back through the kitchen.
”Eva!” Dorothy yelled, ”Are you going to be here for the barbeque?”
”Twenty four hours,” Jase growled. ”Babe, it's been twenty four horrible f.u.c.kin' hours and you're talkin' 'bout barbeques. This is me time and you need to focus. You gotta let me get you your own place, you gotta leave that man, so I can see you whenever the f.u.c.k I want and you'll be f.u.c.kin' focused. On me. You gotta let me take care of- The doors closed behind them leaving Deuce and I alone.
”Speakin' of the barbeque, how long you stayin' babe?”
My gaze slid back to Deuce. I couldn't tell by his expression if he wanted me to stay or not.
”Babe?”
”Um...”
Laughing, he reached out and pulled me into his lap. His hands wrapped around my middle and he buried his face in my neck.
”How long you got?” He murmured.
”All summer,” I whispered.
”Then you're stayin' at my cabin.”
Oh G.o.d. He wanted me to stay all summer. At his cabin.
”The clubhouse is fine with me,” I whispered, reeling from this new development.
”No babe. I know you're used to it but I don't want you seein' all the f.u.c.ked up s.h.i.+t the boys are always doin'.”
”It doesn't bother me.”
He snorted. ”Me f.u.c.kin' Miranda bothers you.”
”Not if it's in the past tense.” I narrowed my eyes. ”It is in the past tense, right?”
He snorted. ”You're here; it's in the past tense.”
Huh. I wasn't sure I liked that answer.
”Okay,” I said slowly, ”Then it doesn't bother me.”
”Babe. Old ladies don't hang at the club. And they sure as s.h.i.+t don't sleep here. You know that.”
What?
What!
I twisted around in his lap so we were face to face. ”What did you just call me?”
His eyebrows drew together. ”Babe?”
”No!” I yelled. ”You called me an old lady! I am not an old lady; I'm a Demon! I was born and raised in the life and I'm not going to be locked up in some cabin in the middle of nowhere waiting for you to hang out with me!”
”You done?” He asked evenly.
”Are you going to let me hang out here?”
”No.”
I scrambled off his lap. ”No?” I whispered.
”Yeah babe. No. You're goin' to my place and I'll be there with you when I'm not here.”
I gaped at him. ”You won't let me stay here but you'll let Kami?”
His expression hardened. ”Kami's a f.u.c.kin' wh.o.r.e,” He said flatly. ”Locked in a room with two of my boys right now.”
”f.u.c.k. You.” I spat. ”If I wanted to be treated like this I'd be in a Demon's bed not yours!”
In the blink of an eye, Deuce was off the stool, gripping my shoulders.
”First,” He growled. ”Don't run your f.u.c.kin' mouth at me. Ever. Second, ain't no way I'm lettin' you hang here so stop f.u.c.kin' askin'. Third b.i.t.c.h, you throw s.h.i.+t 'bout bein' in someone else's bed at me again an I'm puttin' you on plane back to New York so you can climb right the f.u.c.k in someone else's bed and you can f.u.c.kin' stay there.”
Staring up at him, watching the lines around his eyes tightening, his nostrils flaring, his lips pressing together in a thin white line, hearing the raw anger in his voice, made my stomach drop. This wasn't the Deuce I knew glaring down at me; this was Deuce, bad a.s.s biker, cold blooded killer, furious with me. Me.
What had I done?
My lip began to tremble and I bit down on it.
”You feel me, Eva?”
I nodded.