Around the corner from the kitchen and behind the center hallway is the covered back porch. The room is littered with a variety of furniture. On one of the center couches sit Nic and Alex. At the sight of the two of them, obviously fucking drunk, huddled together on the couch, my blood pressure shoots through the roof. Neither of them has any fucking business being in this kind of place. The shit that could happen to them in a place like this makes me wanna bust some heads open.
In front of me, Ryan reaches out for Princess. Happily, she takes his hand, and he pulls her to her feet. I move around them and look down at Nic, who’s sporting the biggest, cutest fucking pout on the planet. Damn, even pouting she’s fucking cute. I shake my head at her, which makes her cross her arms over her chest and shake her own head back at me. I don’t know what the fuck’s happened since this morning. We had a good morning. We bickered, grocery shopped, and I was planning on having her make us dinner. Absolutely nothing should be pissing her off right now.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I turn away from her to find Trigger and Princess turning and facing the door to the hallway. A half a second later, Princess loops her pinky around Trigger’s. I try to temper my reaction by scratching the back of my neck, but I can’t stop the shocked look that covers my face. What the fuck is wrong with this chick? But Trigger doesn’t let go. His pinky tightens around hers, and he brings his arm closer to his body, which brings Princess closer as well. I didn’t see this shit on the way from Brooklyn, but according to Ian, the pinky shit is a thing between them. Unfortunately, Grady’s seen it, too. Hearing about it made me laugh because it sounded like they were making shit up, but actually seeing it for myself does something else to me.
I try to shake it off and turn to Nic. With the offering of my hand and a reassuring smile, I wait for her to give in. It takes her a moment longer than I’d like, but finally she reaches out and slips her small, calloused hand into mine. When she does, I tighten my grip and bring her flush against me. With one hand on her lower back and the other gripping her hand in mine, sandwiched between our stomachs, I lean down and lightly smack my forehead against hers. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Pulling back, she rubs her forehead and scowls up at me. “Dick,” she says and offers up nothing else. Using her free hand, she pries the other from my grip and practically stomps off behind Princess toward the front of the house. Her arms are folded over her chest, and she keeps her eyes forward. Princess looks backs at Nic and then to me, then down to Nic again. The smile on her face is blinding, but then it falls and she narrows her eyes at me. I guess she’s still acting pissy about that orgasm I gave her. Women. Normally, chicks can’t wait to let me in their pussy, but Princess is different. She’s definitely not normal, that’s for sure.
“We’re heading out, Brother,” I say to Trigger once we reach the sidewalk. I wrap my hand around Nic’s and try unsuccessfully to hold back the laugh that bubbles at the look on her face. She’s pretty much shooting daggers at Princess and muttering things I don’t understand, but I do catch a few choice words like cut, throat, and bitch. I let go of Nic’s hand and give her ass a pat. “Go ahead and run,” I whisper in her ear. “I like the chase.”
Climbing onto my bike, I start her up and hold my helmet in my hands. I wave Nic over, but she doesn’t budge. Above looking mad, she’s downright fucking angry at me being here. She shakes her head in refusal. I bring my right arm up and point my index finger at her. The defiant act was cute a few minutes ago, but now she’s acting like a fucking child, and it’s wearing on my nerves. It feels like it takes half of a goddamn year for her to get over her shit and walk over to me. Grabbing the helmet, she places it on her head and snaps it in place, then adjusts it. She doesn’t hesitate as she swings a leg over the bike and tucks herself into my back. Taking off, I leave Princess with Trigger and just hope he’s not too fucked up to ride her home safely, but it’s too late to rethink shit now.
Chapter 14
I pull up to Butch’s house to find all of the lights on inside and the music louder than it should be at this time of night in this neighborhood. Butch didn’t give a shit about a lot of things, but respecting others was something he was always going on about back when I was a prospect. Far as I know, Nic’s got good neighbors, and they don’t deserve to have their eardrums blown out. “Shit,” she mutters from behind me and climbs off the bike. Placing the helmet on the handlebars, she stomps up to the house and flings the door open. I give a good laugh at her stomping now that she’s out of range to hear me. I’m trying to fuck her tonight, not get the cold shoulder.