He gives my little sister a squeeze after her attempt to have my back after King’s roared outburst. My heart sinks. The tears threaten to spill over and embarrass me further.
“Maybe she’s trying to impress someone. Or get someone’s attention,” is cackled from across the room.
All heads snap in the direction of Magdalena as she saunters our way in a tight pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and heels. I just want to crawl into myself. She’s making those jeans look good effortlessly. I told Misty this was a bad idea.
“Shut up, Mags, I swear to God you better shut your fucking mouth,” Brick bites out.
“Why?” Mags flips a hand out to her side and points toward me. “She wants to be a big girl, let her. I can’t blame her. I’d be threatened too.”
I think that’s the very moment I snap. It’s all one jab, one dirty look, one low blow too much. This bitch has been getting on my nerves for days.
I forget about my insecurities and all the stares. Something rises up inside me and I let it loose. My temper that I normally hold on to jumps all the way out of the box.
“Why the fuck should I be threatened by you?” I growl as I storm right up to her, closing the distance. “I’m sick of your ass.”
“You’re not half the woman I am. You better watch out, little girl,” Mags sneers back. “I think it’s time you stuck that nose back in a book, bookworm.”
I vaguely register King’s, “What the Fuck?”
“I told you once, he already belongs to me, bitch. So, why the fuck do I have to worry about you?” I say.
Brick bellows my name from behind me in warning, but I’m too far gone. “Eva, damn it, Eva.”
“I also told your ass don’t fuck with what’s mine or I’d show you why it’s a really bad idea to fuck with me.”
I give no further warning before I haul back and punch the bitch right in the face. I’m Cage Kennedy’s kid. You don’t grow up one of his kids and not know how to fight, ride, and handle a piece.
Bookworm my ass, I know how to whip ass. I have Mags in a headlock while I repeatedly punch her in the head. I feel familiar strong arms wrap around my waist. My feet leave the floor and I start kicking.
“Damn it, baby girl, reel it the fuck in,” Owen growls in my ear. “I said stop it, Eva.”
I stop flailing, but my chest is heaving as Owen tightens his arms around me. He sets me on my feet and turns me to face him. I bite my lip when I look up at him and see how pissed off he is.
He shrugs off his cut and rips his shirt over his head. He wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me closer. Tossing his cut over his shoulder, he tugs the T-shirt over my head. His shirt swallows me and covers me up, which I’m sure is his intention.
“No,” King roars. “No, you fucking didn’t.”
My eyes widen as I watch Owen heave out a heavy breath and close his eyes. I spin to find King staring at us. His head is tilted to the side as his blue eyes take in every detail of how Brick and I are standing.
I try to move away from Brick to place some distance between us. Owen places his arms back around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I feel his lips on the top of my head.
“I planned to tell you, brother. I just needed to do it at the right time,” Brick starts.
“Are you fucking kidding me? How long?” King cuts him off.
Brick pushes my body behind his. I start to freak out. I know he’s getting ready for King to come at him. I grab his arm and try to move back in front of him.
“Stay behind me, baby,” Owen looks over his shoulder to say.
“Motherfucker,” King growls and heads for Brick full force.
It all happens so fast. King is within inches of Brick right before both Misty and I jump in the way. I can feel her back pressed to mine as the two squish us between them.
“Move, Misty,” King growls.
“No, calm down,” she snaps.
“My sister, Brick? You’re my fucking best friend, my brother. You know how I feel about my sisters, what the fuck?” King bites out. “Misty, move.”
“King, come on,” Sal pleads as she too tries to tug at King’s arm. Gutter has enough sense to stay out of this. I’m sure this scene looks totally familiar to him.
“I know I did this shit wrong, but she’s mine. I’ll give my pound of flesh for her, brother,” Brick says back.
“My sister, Brick? The fuck, I saw you with that crazy bitch ex of yours this morning,” King says in anguish.
My body stiffens, then turns limp. I go to move out of the way, but Brick grasps my wrist. “No, brother, what you saw was me leaving Eva’s room. I slept there last night. I ran into Mags lurking around her room. There’s no one else for me. Just Eva, I swear that shit,” Owen says the last part as he looks down into my eyes.
“I’m going to kick your fucking ass,” King shouts. “How long?”
“Since the night I got her out of that bathroom situation.” Brick sighs.
“You motherfucker,” King growls and tries to push pass Misty.
“King, have you lost your fucking mind?” Misty shouts after she stumbles a little.
King’s eyes widen and he reaches for Misty to steady her on her feet. “Baby, you all right?” King asks with concern.
My mouth pops open. “Oh shit… really, Mist? Oh, this is priceless, King,” I scoff.
“Eva, don’t talk about shit you know nothing about,” King grumbles.
“Oh, please, King,” I say and place my hands on my hips.
“What, what am I missing?” Sal asks.
King eases Misty behind him. I’m still in shock honestly. We were too busy dealing with my stupidity for me to get to the bottom of who Misty’s baby’s father truly is. She kept avoiding the topic and changing the subject back to me.
The bunnies keep a stash of pregnancy tests in their room. Something I didn’t know. After I revealed what I’d so foolishly done, Misty went to retrieve a few.
In my defense, my mom was gone before we ever had the talk. I never had to think about birth control before. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind.
“It’s not the same thing,” King growls.
“Oh, yes it is.” I smirk.
“No, it isn’t.” King moves closer as his eyes fix over my head-on Brick.
“Oh. Yes. It. Is,” I growl back. “It’s the exact same thing,” I say pointedly.
King’s eyes snap down to mine and then my belly. He bares his teeth, but it’s Brick who startles me. He spins me to face him. His eyes boring into mine.
“What are you trying to say, Eva?” Owen says as he searches my face.
“I swear on my father’s grave. If you knocked my sister up, I’m carving you a new face,” King says from behind me. He’s right on my back now.
“I love her, King,” Owen says as he runs his thumb over my lips. He holds his hands out at his sides. “I won’t fight back, I owe for this, I’ll take it. I love her, brother, and if she’s saying what I think she’s saying, we’re getting married a lot sooner than I planned.”
Owen smiles down at me. I give him a small nod and his whole face lights up. King is forgotten as he cups the back of my neck and pulls me to his lips. Owen devours my mouth in a toe curling kiss. I should know. My bare toes curl on the cool concrete floor. I lost my shoes somewhere along the way.
Owen brushes his nose up and down mine. “I’m going to spank your little ass. Don’t put our baby in danger like that again, baby girl.”
“I’m sorry, she’s been fucking with me for days. I snapped.” I pout.
“This motherfucker… hello,” King says incredulously.
“Oh, get over it, King,” Sal gripes.
“Exactly,” Misty murmurs, looking pissed as hell at King.
“I’m not getting over shit until I beat the fuck out of him,” King snaps.
“So, do I get to beat the fuck out of you before or after?” Mix booms through the room.
We all turn to see him propped against the bar watc
hing, with his arms folded over his broad chest. The old man is still as fit as he was when he was as young as King and Owen. His skin may be a little windblown from riding, but he’s still young in the face as well. Just a little gray has started to sparkle around his temples.
I watch as King’s head falls back. He’s vibrating with anger and frustration. He tugs at his blond dreads and blows out a breath.
“Mix,” King starts.
“Son, I’ve known you two were sneaking around for months. You’ve been distracted every time we talked on the phone. I was saddling up to ride out the night Misty beat that girl’s ass to get in your bed.” Mix grins at Misty and lifts a brow. “What, baby girl? I was curious as to what you were up to.”
Mix shrugs, popping some pretzels and nuts in his mouth. He chews as he watches King and Misty’s stunned faces. King bites his fist as his whole body shakes.
“Why not say something?” King finally says.
“Why? You could have talked to me.” Mix points to King and then himself. “You two have been dancing around each other for years. I knew it was only a matter of time before she got her hooks in you. My baby girl is determined.”
Misty sinks into King. “Thank God.” She sighs. “This shit has been stressing me out.”
King wraps an arm around her, placing his hand on Misty’s little bump. He kisses the top of her head. King then looks over his shoulder to narrow his eyes at Brick.
“You’re too old for her,” he grumbles.
Brick shrugs. “Are you talking to me or yourself, brother?”
“Both, you knew what I was dealing with.” King frowns. “You were creating that same damn situation.”
“Let me ask you something, brother,” Brick replies.
“What?” King nods.
“Did any of that shit you were telling yourself in your own head stop you from claiming your woman as yours?”
King purses his lips. “Not for a fucking minute.” He snorts.
“You were just waiting for Mix to get back to have a talk with him. Brother, I was waiting until your mind was here for me to tell you.” Brick shrugs.
“I ain’t got shit else to say to you tonight,” King grumbles.
He walks off toward his room with Misty tucked up under his arm. I give my sister a weak smile and mouth, “thank you.” Sal rolls her eyes at me but looks down at my belly and smiles.
Gutter walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. I watch as Sal completely melts into him. They make a gorgeous couple, in a rough, gorgeous, biker way.
Gutter whispers something into Sal’s ear that makes her smile and they turn to disappear into their own world. I look up at Owen and I can see the hurt in his face as he stares after King and Misty. I think he would have preferred to have King kick his ass.
Brick’s face turns into a scowl as he looks over to Reap. “Get her ass out of here. Do what we talked about for now. She gives you any problems, put a bullet in her fucking head,” he commands as he glares at Mags.
“What?” Magdalena squeaks.
Brick wraps his arm around me. “You’re dead to me,” he calls over his shoulder as he turns with me under his arm.
Chapter 30
Precious Moments
Eva
Owen walks us to my room. I grin when he pulls out the key he hasn’t returned to Misty. He pushes it into the lock to open the door and ushers me into the room.
I don’t get too far inside before he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me back to him. He reaches for the hem of his T-shirt he placed on me.
The cool air of the room hits my midriff and thighs as he tears it off. He continues to move me backward until we’re against the closed door.
In one swift move, he has my back pinned to the door and he’s on his knees before me. I inhale sharply as my eyes connect with his. They’re not their usual green, but a deep dark hunter green. He nuzzles my belly button, before kissing a path around it.
He flicks his tongue out and laps at my skin then sucks it into his mouth. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of me. With a look of awe on his face, he places his hands on my bare middle and glides them up my side to just underneath my bra strap.
When he releases the clasp and my bra slips down my arms, it’s as if it comes undone by magic the action is so swift and smooth. He reaches to pull the right strap from my arm before he pulls down the left and removes the bra from my body without removing my shirt.
My nipples pebble against the soft fabric of my T-shirt. I lick my lips and bite the bottom one as he drops his hands to my ankles. I promise you, my skin melts under his touch as he slowly drags his warm hands up my calves, to my thighs, to the band of my panties. Tugging the fabric back down my legs, he caresses my flesh with his fingertips with the action.
I step out of my panties as he commands me to do so with only his eyes. It’s honestly like I hear his gaze talking to me. My skirt is so short, allowing his breath to fan against my pussy before he leans in.
“This, you and this baby, are mine forever,” he says against my mound. “You never have to worry about anything, baby girl. I’m here for whatever you need.”
He kisses the top of my mound, then he delivers an open mouthed kiss to my pussy and weeping lips. I shudder as his tongue finds my nub. He grasps ahold of my pussy with his hands as he passes his tongue through my folds.
“Owen,” I gasp and slip my hand into his hair. He groans into me, sending a buzz through my body. He pulls my hips forward for better access. I lift onto my toes and toss a leg over his shoulder.
He chuckles, but dives in deeper. I’d been so worried about how he would take the news. I fucked up royally. I grew up in this backward town.
Our school didn’t believe in sex education. Everything I know about sex I learned from Misty. Honestly, sometimes I think she made up half of what she told me. Being that we both managed to get pregnant, I’m guessing I’m right there.
Owen has been my only real teacher, the true master of this body. That’s proven as he laps at me with his tongue. I thrust my head back and forth against the door.
I try to pull my hips back, but he follows with his mouth. While he plants a hand on the door behind me and bobs his head into me, with his other hand he grips a tight hold of my waist.
The feel of his beard has my eyes rolling in my head. “Owen, I can’t take it,” I plead.
“Mm hmm,” he moans in response. I tighten my grip and my toes curl.
I start to slide down the door as I come and seriously fall apart. He moves his arm from the door to wrap it beneath my ass and stands with me in his arms. He turns and I think he’s going to walk us to the bed, but he doesn’t.
I hear the clink of his belt as it releases. I’m in a dreamlike state, with my face buried in his neck. I inhale lightly and take in his scent. It’s home. I smile and flick my tongue against his skin.
My smile turns into an open mouthed, silent scream as he adjusts me and thrusts into me right where we stand. His arms cradle me in the air as he bounces me on his thick erection, while thrusting up into me at the same time. I quickly lock my legs around his back and wiggle my hips as best I can.
“You like dripping down my balls,” he says huskily against my neck.
“Yes,” I keen.
He kisses the side of my face and my juices that are soaking his beard wet my skin. “I love you,” he breathes. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”
“Oh, God, Owen, I love you too.”
“You sure, baby? Cause this motherfucker comes with a lot. You ready for that? You ready for me to make you my old lady, baby girl?” he says in my ear through his labored breath.
His thrusts are mind numbing, so it takes me a few minutes to reply. I nod my head, but he nips my ear, silently letting me know he wants more confirmation than that. “Yes, I’m sure,” I moan as he dips his knees and increases his thrusts. “I’m ready.”
“That’s what I thought,” he says against my neck. He
sucks my skin into his mouth. I claw my nail across the back of his neck. “Fuck, baby. So damn good. I’m going to be just as good to you as this pussy is to me.”
“I don’t think anything can be as good as your dick,” I purr.
He chuckles and groans. “Damn, you let me come in this pretty little pussy. Now you’re having my baby. Do you know how much that turns me on?” he says against my lips.
I shake my head, letting his lips brush mine. “No, please show me.”
He takes my mouth hard and starts to move us toward the bed. He pulls me off his length and gently places me on the bed, using my thighs he pulls me to the edge of the mattress. Hovering over me, he enters me again, with my legs over his shoulder.
Yup, he shows me all right. I black out by my third orgasm. If we were supposed to be hiding our relationship, it’s no secret by the time Owen finishes serving me love, life, and air. I breathe him for the night.
Owen
I’m going to be a father. I can’t stop smiling into the darkness of Eva’s bedroom. A part of me knows I’ve been subconsciously wanting this.
My first taste of Eva was like a drug. I knew then I wouldn’t be able to break away from her. Now, I have so many reasons to hold on to her. I love her and she’s having my baby.
You would think all that would make me a saner man. Not really, the Lost Soul in me has become thirsty for blood. The blood that will ensure my woman and child’s safety.
My smile is, in part, for the death I plan to deal out. I didn’t start this, but I plan to finish it. I swear by that. I laugh when Eva puffs her lips out in her sleep. I lean to peck them.
I plan to be the husband and father my old man never was. My mind wonders to Cage. I would love to have a son and be the father he was to so many of us.
I sigh when I think of my brother. I hurt King. That shit ain’t sitting right with me. It’s one of the reasons I’m still lying here awake after fucking Eva to sleep.
I think of a million ways I could have done this better. None of it counts now. I wronged my brother and I still owe him his right.
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