Page 38 of Entangled By You
“Who the fuck do you think you are. He’s mine…”
“Listen, hun. I’m just gonna stop you right there.” I lean in closer to Pierce, my hand possessively falling to his firm thigh to steady myself. “If you can’t tell,” I let my free hand drop to my stomach, “he’s obviously not interested. Now, you run along and find someone else to bother.”
She scoffs and pulls back like I’ve slapped her, looking down at my stomach for the first time. But there’s something nasty sparking in her eyes, and I know this isn’t over.
She turns her gaze back to Pierce, and I follow, but his eyes are on me.
“Pierce, baby, when you get tired of little Miss Priss here, you know where to find me to have a good time,” she spouts like that’s something to be proud to offer.
I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe I’m channeling my best friend, who is no doubt standing in the wings, waiting to see how this plays out. My hand flies across her cheek, sending her face snapping to the side.
“You bitch!” she shrieks and moves toward me.
All at once, the club seems too quiet, and I’m hauled back by Pierce, his stool clattering to the floor in the chaos of bodies moving in.
“You’re lucky you’re fucking pregnant, you stupid cunt.” She tries to get toward me, but Silas has a firm grip around her arm, keeping her from moving more than an inch.
Shaking Pierce’s protective hold from my jittering body, I step into her face, leaning in and dropping my voice.
“Girl, you’re the one lucky I’m pregnant. That man behind me, whom you think you have a single chance with, has been in love with me since I was fifteen. And the man who’s holding you back from getting your ass beat, he’s loved me since the day I was born. So try it and see how that works out for you.”
“I think it’s time for you to go,” Silas adds when I finish, pulling her toward the door as she keeps running her mouth.
Harlow turns on a dime, hearing something I must not be able to with the ringing in my ears from the adrenaline dancing through my veins.
“Well, I’m not pregnant,” Harlow spits loud and clear. Her fist flies through the air, and Silas moves out of the way just intime. The girl, whose name no one has mentioned, hits the concrete floor like a sack of potatoes.
“Really, wildcat?” Silas sighs as he shakes his head at my uncontrollable best friend.
“Did you hear what she said?”
“Yeah, but she was already on her way out. Now I have an unconscious body to deal with.”
“Like that’s anything new.” She laughs and bends down to help him.
Their banter continues, but the strong, warm arms wrapping around my waist from behind steal my attention.
“Are you proud of yourself, baby? Almost starting a full-on brawl tonight. Who knew you had it in you?”
Turning in his hold, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down until we’re eye to eye.
“You said no one touches me. I thought I’d make it clear I feel the same way.”
“Those are dangerous words, Princess. It almost makes it sound like you want me to be yours again.”
“And if I do?”
The second that question falls between us, his lips are on mine in a bruising kiss. It matches the intensity of the night and stokes the dull fire in my core. This isn’t simply about a release. This is more.
“Take me home,” I whisper when we finally break apart.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
TATTOOED ON MY SOUL
PIERCE
The momentmy lips found hers back at the club, I wanted to drag her into whatever free room I could find and have her then and there. But the thought of one of my brothers hearing her come on my tongue and around my cock took that option out of the running.
