Page 27 of Hell on an Angel
“We won’t be here that long.”
“Yes, you will.”
Before he could argue, everyone filed out of the house, leaving Cree standing there speechless and fuming. When the door closed, he turned to go after Kennedy. She was about to get her ass spanked for slapping him. Opening the door, he found her sitting in the middle of the bed. “Sorry about slapping you. I wanted my being upset to seem real.”
“You were two seconds from getting your ass spanked.”
“Will spanking me make you feel better?”
“No, but it would turn you on, which would get me hard as fuck.” He saw the look, understood what it meant. His hand itched. Instead of moving toward her, Cree realized his mood was the wrong one for such play. “Maybe later, after I calm down.”
“Cree.”
“Kennedy,” he mimicked her.
“What would get them off your back?”
Cree thought about the question. “Proof we’re married.”
“What does that entail?”
“They want us to do a blanket ceremony to prove it.”
“I’ll do the ceremony so you won’t have to marry the woman.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“You wouldn’t be. I’m offering.” Kennedy picked at a string on the blanket. “I owe you as much.”
Was that why she’d been fucking him, because she owed him? “I’m gonna sit on the porch for a while so I can clear my head.” Turning away, Cree walked out, not stopping until he was outside.
Sitting on the front porch, he tried figuring out how he would get himself and Kennedy out of this fucking situation when his phone rang. Looking down, he saw it was Teller and swore because he couldn’t catch a break. “Yeah?”
“Cree.”
“How can I help you, Teller? Don’t say pick up another brother’s little sister because my answer is no.”
Teller chuckled. “I wanted to check on things while I had a second.”
“It’s going.”
“I can hear what you’re not saying, so tell me what’s going on.”
“What would you like to know? That I crossed the line and I’m now fucking Player’s little sister? Who, by the way, is not little. She’s a full-grown damn woman. How about the fact that the tribal chief has decided I need to marry a native girl I fucked back in South Dakota? And that her family from Pine Ridge is here causing trouble? But Kennedy told them that we’re married, and now, they want us to have a tribal ceremony to marry us for proof.” When Cree stopped talking, all he heard was silence. “How’s things in Montreal?” he asked, changing the subject.
Teller didn’t know what to say. If Cree was indeed screwing Player’s sister, who the brother hadn’t seen since she was five, it would be a shitshow. “Don’t fuck with me, Cree.”
“Oh, I’m straight up telling the truth, brother.” Why would he fucking lie?
“Cree, I’m serious, don’t fuck with me.”
“Teller, what part are you having the issue with?”
“You fucking Player’s sister.” Looking around to make sure no one overheard the comment, Teller continued. “Player hasn’t seen her since she was five. In his mind, she’s still that little girl.”
“If you were trapped in a cabin in a snowstorm, you might think about it too.” That wasn’t the reason he was sleeping with Kennedy—he was one hundred percent into the female.
“He’s gonna slit your throat,” Teller told Cree flatly.
