Madeline Sheehan - Unattainable

He was so into her; she was so fucking into him. You couldn’t fake that kind of shit. He’d been with far too many women, he knew what was what.

And yet she was still acting like a nut job.

Jesus, this bitch was fucking him up. Had him thinking one thing and then another and then another and then he was back at the beginning again feeling all sorts of confused. His brain felt like it had been tied to a whipping post.

From chaos, the strongest sort of love is usually born.

When did Eva become motherfucking Buddha? But…coming from the woman who’d reined in his old man, he figured there just might be some truth in that statement.

When Tegen had yet to respond with another smartass comment, Cage turned around and found her standing only inches away from him. She went instantly up on her tiptoes and slung her arms around his neck, bringing his face down to hers.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, kissing him softly. Her tongue slid inside his mouth and tangled with his own as her hands dropped from his neck to his shoulders and then traveled lower, over his chest and stomach and then…

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her wrists and holding her hands still. Startled, she glanced up at him.

“Did you just say…you’re sorry?”

Her forehead wrinkled. “Yeah.”

He gaped at her. “You, Tegen Louise Matthews, just said…you were sorry?”

Her upper lip curled. “Yes,” she bit out. “I figured if the world’s most renowned man whore can apologize, so can I.”

It was his turn to grimace. He was really sick of all her digs in reference to his sexual history but he didn’t want to fight anymore, so he kept his mouth shut and let it slide.

“Can I resume taking your pants off now?” she asked.

“If I let you, will you wipe that dirty fuckin’ look off your face?”

“Maybe.”

“Babe, I’m gonna need a guarantee or it’s a no-go. I can’t be fuckin’ some bitch who’s lookin’ like she’d rather be doin’ laundry. Not sure my man-whorin’ ego could take a blow like that.”

It started out with just a mere twitch of her lips but quickly escalated, and Cage found himself staring dumbfounded at the woman in front of him. She was giggling.

Tegen.

Giggling.

He went insta-hard.

“Keep laughin’,” he growled, walking her backward. “That shit looks good on you.”

“Shut up,” she said, grinning. “And fuck me.”

He shoved her back on the bed and jumped on over her.

“Way ahead of you, Teacup,” he said, fumbling with his zipper. “While you been bein’ crazy, I’ve been fuckin’ you for the past twenty minutes at least, might even finish before I get up inside that hungry pussy of yours. And I ain’t the little engine that could; when my shit is outta fuel, that bastard is in for the night. So, fuckin’ sucks to be you.”

Giggles turned into full-on hysterics and Cage stopped what he was doing and just watched her laugh. Hell, she looked young. Her nose scrunched up, pink-faced, and trying to breathe in between bouts of full-bellied laughter.

No scowl. No angry lines. No narrowed eyes or flat lips. She looked young, fresh, and fucking beautiful.

Cage propelled himself into action. Not knowing when he was going to get a chance like this again, he wasn’t going to miss it. After undressing her as fast as he could, he reached over, grabbed a condom off the nightstand and—

Tegen gasped at his harsh entry. Then her surprise bled quickly into a smile.

“Better, babe?” he asked, grinning down at her.

“Your dick should become a United Nations dignitary,” she said. “That fucker could put the smackdown on the world peace holdup.”

Cage’s body shook with laughter.

“I love you, Teacup,” he said, smiling. “Always have,” he said. “Just didn’t realize it until now.”

Her surprised whimper made him grin.

“Now, about that fuckin’ apartment in Cali?”

Beneath him, Tegen’s body trembled violently. When her chin began to shake, he cupped the side of her face and held her still.

“Babe?” he asked gently.

“What am I going to do here?” she whispered.

“You know exactly what you’re gonna fuckin’ do here,” he whispered back, pulling out of her slowly and then sliding just as slowly back inside.

“You’re gonna put your skinny ass on the back of my bike, you’re gonna move into my fuckin’ house, you’re gonna cook and you’re gonna clean and you’re gonna fuck me whenever the fuck I want it.”

When her eyes flared with anger, he growled, “Shut up.” After a pause, during which he managed to glare tenderly at her, he continued. “Other than that, you can do whatever the fuck you want. Get a fuckin’ job, or fuckin’ don’t, or start writin’ those books you were always talkin’ about.”

For a moment neither of them moved, then Tegen’s mouth opened and Cage internally winced, waiting for her to lay into him. But instead of speaking, her breath shuddered heavily from her chest and her mouth closed. Opened again. Closed.

“Okay,” she whispered and he could see the fear in her green eyes. It matched the fear inside of him, the fear that he was making the wrong decision, that they didn’t work together, that this would end up in a catastrophe of fucking and fighting.

Only thing was…the happiness he felt far outweighed his fears.

Muttering curses, Deuce continued quickly down the back hall until he reached Jase’s room. Grabbing the knob, he twisted and pushed open the door. As soon as it closed behind him, he shrugged out of his cut and pulled his T-shirt over his head, then flung both garments across the room. Still cursing, he reached for his belt buckle, stopping when a pair of small, soft hands covered his own.

Eva’s big gray eyes met his. “Baby,” she said softly. “You need to calm down.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, pushing her hands away. “Not gonna happen, babe. I’m the stupid fuck who knocked your ass up again. Already got enough fuckin’ problems, don’t need to add losin’ you to my fuckin’ list.”

“You wanted more kids.”

Shoving down his jeans, Deuce stepped out of them and, turning away from his wife, headed for the bathroom.

“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself. “’Cause I fuckin’ look at your ass and get hard. Fact remains that you shouldn’t be havin’ babies.”

“Hey!” Eva snapped and he stopped walking and turned to look at her.

“Plenty of women have children when they’re older than I am.”

Snorting, he shook his head. “I ain’t just talkin’ about you. I ain’t callin’ you old, babe. I’m callin’ me old. Almost sixty, Eva. What kinda fuckin’ father am I gonna be to that kid? Be teachin’ him or her how to ride when I can’t even fuckin’ walk myself?”

Eva burst out laughing. “Can’t walk?” she said between gasps. “You? Baby, you are more in shape than half your boys! I mean…” She trailed off and Deuce watched her eyes roam slowly down and back up his body. Her eyes darkened and her expression changed.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, meeting his gaze.

His nostrils flared. “Don’t start your shit with me, bitch,” he said, his voice low, his eyes shooting toward where his youngest daughter lay sleeping on the couch. “When you can’t fuckin’ finish it.”

Eva’s answering grin caused his body to tighten. Even now, he was almost sixty and her pushing forty and he still couldn’t fucking get enough of her. Or that crazy way she looked at him. Soft. Needy. Full of everything he lacked inside of him. It was the same way she’d looked at him when she was sixteen years old, sitting on a picnic table, ready to throw away her entire life…for him. A beaten down, bitter criminal eighteen years older than her.

“Bathroom,” she said, pointing.

He shook his head. “Only thing I’m gonna be doin’ in that bathroom is washin’ the stink off my old fuckin’ body.”

Eva’s nose wrinkled. “I’m pregnant and horny and you are so, so, no fucking fun.”

Laughing softly, he resumed walking. “Told you, babe, I’m fuckin’ old.”

“Old-fashioned,” she muttered, following behind him.

Inside the bathroom, Deuce bent down over the tub and turned the shower on while Eva pushed herself up onto the bathroom counter top. Leaning back against the wall, she placed both her hands on her still small but swollen stomach and sighed.

“It’s a boy,” she said, smiling fondly.

Deuce’s eyes flared. “You fuckin’ found that shit out even after I told you I didn’t want us knowin’?”

Smiling cheekily, she shook her head. “Nope. I just have a feeling.”

Shaking his head, he dropped his boxers and stepped inside the tub. Leaving the curtain open, he watched Eva watching him.

“He looks like you, you know.”

“You got x-ray vision?”

Laughing, Eva shook her head. “No. Cage. Cage looks just like you at that age.”

Deuce grimaced. “Fuckin’ great. Too fuckin’ bad he ain’t got his head on straight.”

Eva lifted her shoulder. “Tegen may change that,” she said, studying him.

Closing his eyes, Deuce tilted his face up under the steady stream of hot water and breathed out a sigh. “’Bout fuckin’ time those two worked out their crazy fuckin’ bullshit. Now maybe we can all get back to livin’ instead of dwellin’ on bullshit none of us can fuckin’ change.”

“I think it’s more than that,” Eva continued. “Mick told me how upset he got when he found out about ZZ.”

Grabbing the bar of soap on the ledge, Deuce ran it quickly up and down his body. “Better not be,” he grumbled. “Bitch like Tegen ain’t cut out for this life. When I pass that fuckin’ gavel, Cage is gonna need an old lady that’s gonna stand by him, not be bitchin’ ’bout every little thing.”