“Get the fuck away from me, bitch,” I growl, pushing her off me.
“But Stoney, babe, I’m always in your bed when you get back from a run,” she whines, clinging to my arm and brushing her tits against me.
“If you don’t get your hands off me and back the fuck up, you’re goin’ to find your ass on the floor,” I seethe.
“B–But you . . .” she starts but lets go of my arm when I glare at her. “You wouldn’t hurt me,” she murmurs like I’d hurt her feelings.
“Swear to fuckin’ God, bitch, no, I wouldn’t fuckin’ hit your ass, but don’t mean I won’t push you the fuck off me. Told you to get away from me,” I snarl before leaving her standing there as I stalk off to find Tiny or Momma B. One of them will have my kids, and I’ve missed them.
How not only Rachel but those two babies wormed their way through my defenses, I’ll never know, but I’m not about to give them up.
Deciding to start with Momma B, I knock on Bear’s door. When he opens the door, the man is glaring daggers at me. “You know what fuckin’ time it is, Prez,” he growls, closing the door behind him.
“Shit, sorry, I didn’t think of the time, I just want my kids,” I tell him.
“Your kids, huh?” He loses the sour look on his face and grins at my words.
“Yeah, they’re mine same as their momma’s mine,” I say a little harsher than I mean to. “Are they with Momma B?”
“Oh, yeah, she’s got them with her. Tiny did a damn good job with them,” Bear smirks.
“Good, I’ll take them to my room,” I tell him.
“Prez, no disrespect, but those two are sleeping. Not goin’ to wake them up. Besides, the mood you’re in, I think it’s best you have some time to deal with it before coming near them,” Bear states.
Running my hands through my hair, gripping it at the base, I let out a breath. “I don’t know what I’m fuckin’ doing, Bear.”
“Why not start with bringing them to your house instead of here?” Bear suggests.
Putting my hands on my hips, I close my eyes and shake my head.
“You know, Prez, you’re allowed to be happy. Fuck the trifling cunts who want to play dirty. Rachel’s different. She’s not some cunt, nor is she some petty bitch. That woman is strong and independent. She’s got her daddy’s genes, that’s for sure. Rosco would be proud of his daughter, so would her uncle,” Bear says.
Rosco had been a damn good brother and was excited when his little girl was born. He’d shoot me for having stuck my dick in his daughter. Being twenty years older than her should make me a perv, but I don’t think I can give her up. Rachel is exactly what Bear says, and I need to prove it to her.
Nodding my head, I glance back at Bear. “Think the twins can stay with you and Momma B for the day? I’ll come get them later,” I ask.
“Yeah, what ya goin’ to do?” He grins.
“I’m goin’ to show my ol’ lady her new home,” I state as I turn on my heel and head back out of the clubhouse, pulling my phone out as I go and texting Tracker to drop Rachel off at my house. I don’t live too far from the clubhouse. Shit, I could actually walk there if I wanted to.
Soon as I get to the house, I check my phone to find a text from Tracker saying he’d be here in five minutes. Perfect, I can take a quick shower. Once I get out of the shower, I throw on a pair of jeans, leaving them unbuttoned since they’ll be coming off after Rachel and I have a talk.
“I don’t see why you had to be the one to tell me Stoney didn’t want me at the clubhouse. He should have had the balls to tell me himself.” I hear her voice and the pain she’s trying to hide behind the sharp tone. I fucked up with her, and now I have to fix it.
“Maybe you should ask me instead of snapping at your cousin,” I call out from behind her as I lean my shoulder against the wall and cross my arms.
Whipping her head around, I catch the flash of relief in Rachel’s eyes before it turns to anger. “Then tell me why I’m here instead of the clubhouse,” she snaps.
Clearing his throat, Tracker glances between the two of us. “You good, Prez?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yeah, go ahead. You know what to do before crashing. We can unload the rest later, if not tomorrow,” I tell him, only giving him a brief glance. My focus stays on the woman in front of me.
“Alright, Prez.” Tracker nods his head, grinning like a fuckin’ fool.
“You can take me with you, Tracker,” she says as she starts for the door.
“I don’t think so, Doll. You’re here with me. We need to talk, and we’re doing it here and now. That way, when we finish, I can fuck you senseless,” I say sternly, stalking toward her. My words hold her in place as the front door closes behind Tracker.
“You’re a pig,” she mutters.
“Maybe so, but I’m your pig, Doll,” I declare, wanting her to understand what I’m saying.
She doesn’t say anything but instead tries to turn and walk away from me. Reaching out, I snag her by the waist, swinging her around until she’s in my arms then over my shoulder. She wants to act that way, fine by me. I’ll just have to make her listen.
19
Rachel
“Put me down, asshole,” I scream, slapping my hands against Stoney’s ass. Why does this man have to turn me on yet piss me off all at the same time?
Because you’ve been in
