of
fucking dogs panting after that tight little box, which only added more fuel to
the fire of his anger. Imagining some other faceless dick, fucking her into the
mattress and hearing those breathless cries of her pleasure. Tasting the sweet
juice that flowed like a river of honey out of her pussy. Kissing her soft lips
until they were red and puffy with passion. “You’re pregnant.” He finally managed
to push out from between his teeth. She took a deep breath and tucked her hands
in her front pockets, rocking back on her heels while she looked down at that
little bump. “Yep.” She stated calmly, and he began to frantically hope that it
wasn’t his kid, that she had come to him already knocked up, and that’s why she
hadn’t been worried about him fucking her raw. No rubber. “You come to my bed
that way?”
“Nope.”
The sunglasses in his hand made an audible crunch as his fist
tightened around them instead of her slender, beautiful throat. “You said you
were on the pill.” She tilted her head, looking clearly confused, like, fucking
legitimately confused and blinked her long lashes at him. “I said I had an
implant. In my arm. And I did.” She turned her arm to show him the scar on the
inside of her bicep and took a breath to continue speaking, but he saw red and
cut loose, “Then how in the FUCK, did that happen!?” Her lips pressed together
with displeasure at his bellow and she sighed like she was tired. Crossed her
arms over her chest protectively, while her cheeks turned pink. “Can we
continue this conversation some other time-“
“NOT A FUCKING CHANCE!”
From the corner of is eye he saw every head in the vicinity
turn towards him, and felt his lips peel back from his teeth in a feral snarl
when some squatty little bastard in a beanie, wearing a fucking apron, came
over to put his hand on his ginger bitch, looking at him like the little fuck
could take him on. “Everything okay, boss?” The fucker asked, and he felt a
surge of blood hit him, the waves of rage slapping so high that had Everly not
socked him in the arm with her little hand to get his attention, he’d have
flung himself at the pansy ass mother fucker. “Yes, Todd.” She glared at him,
like he was the one in trouble, and moved to put herself in front of the other
man protectively. “I know this guy, its fine. Thanks for checking on me.” Todd ,
looked skeptical, but clearly knew he stood zero chance if he went up against
Perdition. That he was willing to even pretend, spoke to how willing he was to
put his dick on the line for Everly. He wondered if he was a frequent flier on
her sheets, “Oh and Todd, if I hear anything else about you and the others
gossiping about my pregnancy, I will fire all of you. This is the only notice
I’ll give. So spread the word.”
From how Todd’s cheeks turned ruddy under the thick beard on
his face, and the submissive, “Yes, ma’am,” He choked out before scurrying away,
he figured the guy was too much of a pussy to be any concern. “You,” Everly
snapped at him, “Back the fuck off. You want to talk to me, fine. You will not
shout at me in my place of business. Get on your bike, and follow me up to the
house, or go the fuck away.” She pointed to a long driveway on the other side
of the lot where he’d parked, raised her eyebrows challengingly and turned on
her heel to head towards it. He was so fucking stunned, frozen by his fury,
that all he could do was watch her walk off. He could hear the front door of
her house slam when she entered, and the bang jolted him into motion.
He got in the truck, hit the speed dial on his cell and Top
answered with a clipped, “What now?”
“Take Flapper and Bull to the meet. The grass ain’t getting
done today. I just found the bitch that’s been busting my balls.”
“And I fucking care why?”
“She’s pregnant.”
There was silence long enough for him to get to the end of
the driveway, “Yours?” Top asked