Madeline Sheehan - Undeniable

I swallowed hard.

Fuckin’ mine.

God, the things this man did to me, the things he made me feel.

“That baby Eva, it’s mine.  You feel me?”

My breath caught.  “I feel you,” I whispered.

His hand dipped down between us and he slipped first one then two fingers inside of me.  Gripping his shoulders, I let my mind go blank and gave myself over and into the care of Deuce and his magic fingers.  It wasn’t hard to do.

"You feel me now, darlin'?" He growled.

I didn't answer.  I couldn't.  But yeah, I felt him.  Everywhere.

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"You plan on patching shit up with your old man?"

Deuce was in his bathroom brushing his teeth watching a towel clad Eva sitting on his bed, biting her nails, looking like she was going to bolt at any second.  He’d set the alarm for this reason.  She didn’t know the code, so if she tried to open the door or even a fucking window, he’d know.  And he’d haul her ass back to bed.

“You’re always calling my daddy an old man,” She called out. “But you’re almost as old as him.”

She thought he was old?  He spit a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink.

“What are you trying to say darlin'?”

She shrugged.  "Just wondering when you're going to start needing Viagra too."

He froze.

What?

WHAT THE FUCK?

Throwing his toothbrush across the room he stalked out of the bathroom headed straight for her.   He placed a hand on either side of her and leaned down, forcing her to lie on her back.

"Did I not just finish workin' you over?"

The crazy woman pressed her lips together.  She was laughing at him.  Laughing!

Without preamble, he flipped her on her stomach, yanked her ass up in the air and sunk inside of her.  Christ, she was wet.  She’d baited him. He shook his head.  She was crazy and sex crazed.

"How'm I doin' you little brat?"  He grunted.  "You gettin' what you need?"

Panting, she shook her head.  "Nope.  I think you might need to go faster."

His nostrils flared and he brought his hand down hard on her backside.

She burst out laughing.  “Again,” She giggled.

Christ.

“You want it raw, you promise me you’re gonna stay and try this shit with me.”

She pulled away, flipped onto her back and spread herself open for him.  He pushed inside of her again.  Their eyes caught and locked.

“I promise,” She whispered.

“That’s good babe,” He said.  “Real fuckin’ good.”

“I’m fat,” I whined, staring at my ginormous belly.

Deuce, sitting on the edge of the bed pulling his boots on, looked over his shoulder.  “Yup.”

I sat up in bed or rather I wiggled myself up.  “Did you just call me fat?”

“Yup.”

Oh my god.  He was so infuriatingly honest! I hated it!

“I’m not fat!” I cried.  “I’m nearly eight months pregnant!”

He stood up and grabbed his deodorant from the top of his dresser.  “Yeah babe, I know.  But that baby ain’t in your ass.”

My mouth fell open.  “Did you just call my ass fat?”

In the middle of tying his hair back, he turned around.  “Yup.”

“I hate you,” I hissed.  “If I could get up on my own I would kick your ass!”

He grinned.  “Not gonna lie babe.  Your ass got fuckin’ fat.  Don’t really care though cuz I got big fat hands so it’s all good.”

I threw my pillow at him.  Laughing, he ran out of the room.

“Where are you going?”  I yelled.

“The club!”  The front door slammed.

Huffing, I lay back down and pulled the covers up over my head.  I was so bored.  Which was probably why my ass got fat.  Deuce had kept true to his word and was treating me good…when he was home.  Which most days and most nights, he wasn’t.  Two months ago I gone into premature labor, had gone to the hospital and was given magnesium sulfate to slow my contractions.  It worked, the labor was stopped, but I was given strict instructions stay off my feet as much as possible, to stay away from stressful situations and to refrain from sexual intercourse.

After that, Deuce stopped sleeping at home.  He was always at the club.  And I was not allowed at the club unless he brought me there which was pretty much never.

I wasn’t stupid.  I knew he was sleeping with other women.  Only I didn’t know what to do about it.  He had laid it out for me, told me he would try and I’d told him I would try.  So I was trying but trying to maintain a relationship with someone who was never around was incredibly difficult.

There were a few times I had been breaths away from throwing these things in his face but then I would remember that he had never promised me an exclusive relationship nor had he promised me he would be home on a regular basis.

It was official.  I was an old lady.  And it was awful.  I had gone from being an vital part of my club with strong ties to all my boys to this.  To nothing.

In the meantime, I hung out with Danny when she wasn’t at school, I hung out with Danny and Cage when Cage was home and not at the club which was a lot less frequent then his father.  And I’d developed a pretty good relationship with both of them.  Cage and I had become friends and Danny had pretty much decided I was her role model.  I thought this was a bad idea but I didn’t mention it because in all honesty I thought it was cute bad idea.

I had access to Deuce’s pickup but there was nowhere to go.  Miles City, Montana had a population of roughly nine thousand people and consisted of a few streets with various shops and restaurants and a whole lot of empty land.  The residents didn’t seem to mind this.  As long as they had clothes on their backs, food in their bellies and a post office, they were good.

I wasn’t.

I’d been born and raised in New York City.

New York City.  Eight million people.  The most populous city in the United States, one of the most populous metropolitan areas in the world.  A power city, a cultural capital, the most linguistically diverse city in the world, a hodge-podge of commerce, finance, media, art, fashion, research, technology, education, and entertainment.

Sighing, I curled up on my side.  I missed my city.  I missed my father and Kami and Devin.  I missed my boys.

But I loved Deuce.  And I’d promised him.

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It was late when Deuce pulled into his garage.  He shut down his bike and headed inside.  The kitchen was his first priority, second was Eva.  He hadn’t been home in four days and he was itching to touch her.  He couldn’t fuck her, something about the baby, but he’d been solving that problem, usually with Miranda, but Miranda wasn’t Eva.  None of those whores came close to working him the way Eva could.  He couldn’t be around her without wanting her and her mouth, as sweet as it was, wasn’t enough.  He wanted inside her.  He’d wanted inside her since the Demon barbeque fourteen years ago.

Fucking hell, he was hard just thinking about her.

Bitch made him crazy.

He grabbed a beer and was about to head upstairs, had one foot on the first step, when the sound of incessant female giggling brought him up short.  It was a school night and Danny shouldn’t be up at one in the morning.  Eva knew this.

Narrowing his eyes, he went left, through the living room and into the family room.  Eva, Danny and Cage were packed onto the loveseat together, their eyes glued to the television. Danny took up the left corner, Cage had the right, his arm slung over the back of the couch and Eva was curled up in the space between his arm and torso.  Cage’s fingers were running distractedly through her hair and her arm was slung over his belly.  A dark blue woolen blanket covered the three of them.

He stared.  What the fuck was going on?

“Oh my god!” Danny cried, bouncing up and down in her seat.  “She’s really going to make him a vampire!”

“No way,” Eva said.  “She won’t.  She can’t.  That is just so wrong.”

“She could make me a vampire,” Cage muttered, “She’s so fuckin’ hot.”

Eva burst out laughing.  “You’d give up your life for a nice pair of tits, huh?”

If he wasn’t so pissed he would have laughed.  He’d been shot twice for a nice pair of tits.

Cage looked down at Eva and grinned.  “For those tits, babe, hell yeah.  For yours too.”

Eva snorted.

“Pig,” Danny muttered.

“Yep.”

“You can be a pig,” Eva said, laughing. “As long as you keep rubbing my feet every day.”  She sighed happily.  “Pure heaven, Cage.”

Cage’s grin turned into a soft smile.  “Anything for you gorgeous.”

His fists clenched.  Rubbing her fucking feet?  Every day?  Gorgeous?

“Ha!” Eva shouted, slapping at Danny’s arm.  “I told you she wouldn’t do it!”

“Whatever,” Danny muttered with a smile on her lips.  “She should have.  Eventually he’s going to get old.  If I were her I would have immortalized all that hotness.”

He stormed into the room and stopped directly in front of the television.

“Daddy, move,” Danny said, trying to look around him.

He didn’t.

“Danielle West,” He growled, “I wanna know why you’re not in bed.”

He watched his daughter fold her arms over her chest and scowl at him.

“Today and tomorrow are parent-teacher conferences,” Eva said quietly.  “No school.”

He narrowed his eyes.  She was still curled up around his kid.  Right in front of him.

“Eva,” He barked.  “Kitchen.”

“Here babe,” Cage said.  He shifted his body out from under hers and slipped an arm around her back to help her up. She tottered for a minute then both her hands went to her swollen belly.