Page 9 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

“You’re not a whore.”

“He never treated me like one. And you don’t know what I do or don’t do in my spare time. You barge in here after the best night of my damn life without so much as a hello. You don’t even ask me why I’m here and you think I’m just going to leave because you tell me to? Fuck right the hell off,Daniel.”

“We’re done,” he barks again. “Go get dressed. Waite’s at the club. I’m pissed as fuck right now. You’d do well to listen to me or there’ll be consequences.”

Excuse me? I harden my eyes at the man and step between Gia and Vlad. I was the best night ofher life? Oh hell no—she’s not going anywhere. “Get out of my house.”

“What?” he barks and I swear he’s got steam rolling out of his nose and ears. He’s so angry it’s almost comical. Almost.

“You don’t come into my home and threaten the woman in my bed. Now get out or I’ll throw you out. And I promiseyouwon’t like the consequences if that happens.”

“Remember who you’re talking to.”

“Counting to five. You’re not gone; I get you gone. One.”

At last, he realizes I’m serious and turns around to leave, stomping down the steps. The door slams shut.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

“I told you last night that I traveled up here to be closer to my son. But I didn’t tell you I needed to see my brother, too. I’m sorry.” She hangs her head, taking in a heavy breath. “Talking about Daniel would’ve ruined the vibe and you didn’t want to discuss the club when I asked. You needed a distraction. I gave you that. Do you want me to go?” she asks, sounding so defeated. “I can call an Uber.”

“Hell no, you’re not leaving.” Even the thought of letting her go now churns my gut. We still have too much getting-to-know-you left between us. “But we need to go to the clubhouse to sort this out. He’s my president. I can’t have him mad at me.”

She turns those big, imploring eyes on me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

“Baby.” I pull her into my arms. “You don’t know trouble until you’ve heard what the other old ladies dragged us into. We’re going to eat. I’m getting you naked again, and then we’ll head up to the club.”

“I have to check out at the hotel today,” she says and I realize that I said “other old ladies.” We’ve known each other a night. It’s too soon for us. And am I even ready to consider the consequences of claiming my president's sister? Shit just got confusingly real too fast. Thankfully, she doesn’t call me out on it.

“Okay, then, we’ll eat, I get you naked, we check you out, grab your car to bring back here, and then we’ll head up to the club.”

“Are you sure?”

“Were you the one riding my dick like ten times last night?”

She laughs. “Yeah. I was definitely the one.”

“Then you already know the answer.” I bend in to kiss her.

“I should follow you up to the club in my car.”

“Why?” I ask, confused. “It’s easier just to have you on my bike.”

“I’m guessing I’ll stay—”

“Oh.” I chuckle. “You think we’re done. That’s sweet.”

“We’re…not?”

“Gee, a man doesn’t let the best fuck of his life just up and leave.”

She smiles this brilliant smile, pushing out of my arms to take my hand. She turns the pan off and drags me toward the bedroom. “Naked first, then food.”

Smiling back, I tell her, “That we can do.”

4

Rough sops up the runny yolk on his plate by sliding his toast through it. It’s funny. There’s nothing inherently sexy about eating, but the way he does it turns me on. Of course, it seems like everything about this man turns me on. The way he fills a pair of jeans while just sitting there eating his breakfast—he’s every woman’s wet dream.

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