Unbeautifully(18)

“Fuck,” he kept muttering, in between kisses that were growing more and more frantic. “Fuck, Danny, fuck . . . I’m gonna fuck you so hard . . . you’re gonna scream, baby.”

He pulled me out of the lake and we tumbled to the ground in a heap of tangled limbs, his body pressed against mine, grinding his erection into my stomach. Reflexively, I grabbed fistfuls of his hard biceps as a tidal wave of need rushed through me.

“I want that pussy, baby,” he growled hoarsely, sucking and biting his way down my body. “Gimme that beautiful fuckin’ pussy.”

My eyes flew open. What was wrong with me? He treated me like a one-time whore, and I was fantasizing about him? Ugh.

Anabeth burst out laughing. “Who said anything about dating? Just have lots of hot, sweaty, secret sex until you’re bored with him.”

I turned back to my mirror, my stomach in knots, and reached for my lip gloss. “He doesn’t want me,” I mumbled.

Anabeth snorted. “He’s just scared of your dad. All you have to do is flaunt your shit in front of him. Show him what he’s missing.”

And what exactly was he missing? I stared at my reflection, thinking about Nikki. He had to like her; he’d kept her around for so long. Aside from having blonde hair and blue eyes, she was everything I wasn’t. She was tall; I was average height. She had hourglass figure curves and I was lean, my curves slight. She had a lot of tattoos, favored leather, red lipstick, and long nails, whereas I had no tattoos, would never be caught dead in leather, favored pastel colors, and kept my nails short and manicured.

“I don’t think I’m his type.”

“Oh please, you’re gorgeous, you’re everyone’s type. Even I want you.”

I thought of him glaring at me, imagined him blaming me for what had happened, and I blew out a breath. “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me again,” I whispered.

Anabeth appeared beside me.

“Do you want him again?”

I stared at her reflection.

Did I? Is that why I couldn’t stop thinking about him? Or how incredible it felt to be touched by him.

“Yes,” I whispered, feeling utterly ridiculous.

She grinned at me in the mirror.

“Then we’ll make him want you.”



“I’m not sure, but I think Prez is tryin’ to punish us,” Bucket said, leaning back in his patio chair, staring out across the club’s backyard.

Ripper glanced across the lawn to where Danny and her two friends, the short-haired sexy blonde and curvy mulatto hottie, were sunbathing. In motherfucking bikinis. And Danny’s was pink. Hot pink and more string than material. What. The. Fuck. She was doing this shit on purpose.

And Bucket was eye-fucking her. The dude was old enough to be her father but supposedly good-looking enough that the younger bitches flocked to him. As far as Ripper knew, Bucket had never fucked a bitch over twenty-five.

Something he hadn’t given two fucks about until right now.

Until Danny had pranced outside basically naked and now was lying around with her tits and ass on display and Bucket was staring. Double what the fuck.

“Yes,” he muttered. “He definitely is and stop fuckin’ starin’ or Prez is gonna have you eatin’ fist.”

Or he was. Yeah, he was two seconds away from knocking Bucket out.

Gritting his teeth, he looked away from Danny and tried really hard to think about something else. Anything else.

“How old are those two?” Bucket asked. “Danny’s eighteen, ain’t she? Her friends might be.”

“Dude,” Tap said. “My daughter is just a few years older. Shut the fuck up.”

“It ain’t your daughter I’m talkin’ about,” Bucket shot back.

“Don’t even think about it,” Eva said, taking a seat beside him, Ivy in her lap.

“What’s that, Foxy?” Bucket said, grinning. “Suddenly you’re a fuckin’ ageist? I seem to remember your old man puttin’ two slugs in Prez for takin’ a dip down below.”

Eva’s big gray eyes narrowed. “Shut up,” she shot back. “I’m only thinking of Danny. You guys acting like the pervs you are is only going to upset her.”

“Pervs!” Bucket shouted, offended. “There are three hot bitches lying half naked behind my fuckin’ club and I’m supposed to act like I’m fuckin’ blind? Fuck that. Prez is evil. Straight up. Why the fuck isn’t Danny at home?”

Because, he thought, glaring at Eva, someone’s got Deuce’s balls wrapped around her finger.

“Because.” Eva sighed. “No one else is home, so why should she be home?”