Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I climbed the two steps to the front porch and knocked on the door. “Apple? It’s me.”
“Sorry, Deacon. We’ll have to get together tomorrow. I’ve got a date with Falcon tonight,” she called to me from behind the door, not bothering to open it. I knew she was trying to get a dig at me. She’d done it several times since we’d had sex. Just little digs, telling me to get lost or that she’d gotten what she wanted from me. I could go now. This was the first time she’d actually named a man from Grim Road, though.
“Apple. Open the door.”
“Is Falcon with you? If so, he’s early.”
“Apple. Open the fuckin’ door.”
The door opened, Apple draping a towel over her front like she’d been in the process of changing clothes. An irritated look was on her face as she looked past me. Looking for Falcon?
“If he shows up here, I’ll kill the son of a bitch.” I bared my teeth at her.
Apple lifted her chin. “No you won’t. He’s my choice.”
“I’m your choice, Apple.”
“Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean I want a relationship. I scratched an itch. Nothing more.”
Chapter Ten
Deacon
“Scratched an itch?” This was my penance. To hear her reduce the best sexual experience of my life to nothing more than a romp in the hay. And wasn’t it supposed to be the man doing that? Why was everything with Apple and Lemon always backward?
“Yeah. I mean, I had a great time and everything, but I only wanted the one time. To see what it was like.” Her eyes widened. “I mean, with you. I wanted to see what it was like with you.” She shrugged and play-punched my shoulder. “Not bad, slugger.”
I heard a bike headed down the path toward us and wrapped my arm around Apple as it pulled into her drive. Fucking Falcon. The other man shut off his bike and climbed off. I immediately stepped in front of Apple. If Falcon saw her naked, I’d have to pluck out his eyeballs.
“Huh.” He looked from me to Apple and back. “We still on, sweetheart?” Apple tried to step around me but that was happening over my dead body. I mirrored her move and kept Apple out of Falcon’s direct line of sight as much as possible.
“Yes,” she said at the same time I said, “No.”
“Right. Deacon, I think maybe you better leave.” Falcon was all business, but I saw his lips twitch in amusement.
“And I think you better mind your own damned business. You fuckin’ leave.”
“Not happening, bro. Not unless Apple says so.”
“She says so,” I spat out.
Falcon, the fucker, just grinned. “Her mouth ain’t movin’. Ain’t hearin’ her say nothin’.”
“Well, she does. Now, get the fuck on. She’s taken.”
“She’s not taken!” Apple tried to shove away from me, but I wasn’t having that.
“Nothing comes between us, Apple,” I growled, looking back at her. “Nothing. Especially not that little pissant.”
Falcon put his hands on his hips as he stood there, scowling at me. “I thought we shared a moment back when you took care of Illivitch, bro. Where’s the love?”
“Kiss my ass, Pigeon Nuts.”
Falcon immediately stiffened, his arms dropping to his sides and curling into fists. “Lemon. That little bitch. She told you, didn’t she.” It wasn’t a question and I couldn’t deny it. “I’m goin’ to Rocket over this. He needs to beat her ass but good!” he muttered to himself as he climbed back on his bike. “Pigeon Nuts. Woman’s a fuckin’ menace.”
Once Falcon left, I shut and locked the door before turning back to Apple. She still held the towel to her front and now I was wondering if she was naked or if she had underwear on. Didn’t see any straps at her shoulders, but I suppose any bra she had on could be strapless.
I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the way my cock was at full attention now. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
She gave a delicate snort. “I’ve not been avoiding you. I’m just done with you. You served your purpose. Now I’m moving on.”
“Right. So you could see what it was like to fuck me.”
She curled a finger over her lips like she was really thinking about my words and nodded. “Yep. Sounds about right.” Little brat. So much like her sister. She was trying to protect herself and punish me some more. I knew that. Still hurt, but I didn’t deserve anything less.
“Yeah?” I stalked her across the small space separating us. When she didn’t back down or retreat even an inch, I wanted to smile, to let her know I was proud of her for not being intimidated by me even though I could see little wisps of her hair quivering. She was trembling. Maybe not in fear in the conventional sense, but she was definitely afraid of me. Probably that I’d break her heart again. “Well, maybe I’m not done with you.”