“That was Deacon, an old buddy who was helping me with something last night.”
“Was he the one in the obnoxious car you were arguing with? What was he doing here? What was he helping you with?”
I jammed my phone in my pocket and grabbed my keys off the table.
“Yeah, that’s him. He’s good people. Well, I mean, he’s not, but he’s my people. He tracked me down and came through to warn me that the old man was probably not far behind. There’s a place not far from here where I’m going to lay low for awhile. A cabin in the mountains. We were on our way to check it out last night when, when I saw you.”
“When you rescued me,” she said as she clasped her hands together like some damsel swooning in a movie.
“Don’t fucking push your luck, little lady.”
“My hero.” She started to spin around like she was lost in some sarcastic fairy tale. She was mocking me, but all I could think about doing was picking her up and fucking her brains out on the table.
Goddamn it, you are fucking beautiful.
“People keep calling me that. Don’t make me slam you on this table and show you what a fucking nightmare I am.”
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss as she squealed with laughter.
Jesus Christ. I’m in deep fucking shit here.
“Not now, Hunter” she squirmed as I held her close. “I have to get home before Grace and Lucas wake up and realize I’m gone.”
She paused for a moment and looked up at me with her gorgeous face, blinking those green doe eyes.
“Do you want to,” her voice trailed off.
“What? Do I want to what?”
I regretted asking the question as soon as it left my lips. I knew that look. I had gotten it from a few misunderstood girls in the past.
Don’t do it, Kelly. Don’t ask the fucking question.
She turned her gaze to the floor and shuffled her feet a bit.
“Well. Lucas will be up soon, and Grace will cook a nice breakfast for us. Do you?”
Goddamn it, do not finish that fucking sentence, sweetheart.
“Do you want to eat with us?”
Shit. Fuck. Shit, shit, shit.
“Uh, I mean, I have to go check out this place and I don’t think Grace is really my biggest fan, darling.”
She looked back up toward me and bit her lip. She looked so fucking sexy.
“Well, I’m a fan of you,” she said, placing her hands on my chest and sliding them down to my waist. “And it’s my house. I want you to come. It would be good for you to meet Lucas and for Grace to see you in a setting where you’re not beating people to death.”
She was rubbing her body against me and my cock was starting to grow.
And I’m supposedly the one who’s the fucking devil.
“Kelly, do you really think this is a good idea?”
“Yes, I do,” she fired back, taking almost no time to respond. “Plus, I haven’t seen you put anything in your system other than whiskey and cigarettes today. A meal would do you good.”
I just stood there and stared down at her.
“And you still think this is a good idea? Take the piss drunk, tattooed, criminal home to meet the family at five in the morning?”
She looked up at me and smiled.
“Yes. You hold your alcohol very well. But I’m driving.”
She grabbed her keys from the table and walked to her car door, turning around and motioning with her head for me to come along. Reluctantly, I followed.
Of all the horrible, drunken decisions you’ve ever made, Hunter, this is the worst.
I walked over to her slowly and gave her a deep kiss. I felt her hands fall to her side and I reached down, grabbing the keys from her hand and breaking away.
“I drive,” I said. “Always.”
She stared up at me with a little devilish smile.
“That was a dirty trick to play on a helpless girl.”
She walked around the car and got in the passenger side as I fired up the engine.
“Yeah, well I’m a bad fucking man remember?”
I lit a cigarette and we drove into the sunrise together, side by side, almost as if it had always meant to be that way.
Chapter 36
Kelly