at
Kaity.
The coffee in her stomach churned
and she bent over to throw up.
Instead, she screamed.
twelve.
Erik opened his eyes and his neck
hurt. He stared straight ahead and looked around the clubhouse. It took him a
few seconds to fully wake up. The night slowly came back to him, along with a
headache and the realization that his pants were still open.
“ Fuck, ” he whispered.
He zipped his pants and forced
himself to stand. He stretched his neck and cracked his knuckles. The smell of
coffee and grease caught his attention so Erik went to the bar. He put a fist
down and someone was there to take his order.
A mug of coffee was presented to
him and he drank the whole thing in one big gulp. It burned, it was bitter, but
it was necessary.
“ Bacon, ” he said. “ A lot of it. ”
“ You
got it, ” the guy behind the
bar said. He returned a minute later with a heaping plate of bacon. “ That woman got her coffee and
went outside a few minutes ago. ”
“ What
woman? ”
“ The
one you were with. ”
“ Black
hair? ”
“ No.
Lighter brown hair. Pretty face. ”
Kaity.
“ You
think my woman is pretty? ” Erik asked.
“ Well,
yes. If you don't mind me saying. ”
“ Don ’ t say it again. Get out of my
face. ”
The guy walked away. Erik peered to
the front door. He curled his lip, wondering what the hell Kaity was doing
outside. Maybe she was climbing over the gate and leaving.
Good. Go. Bye.
Erik then remembered everything he
had said to Blaine the night before. Knowing Blaine, he would have definitely
pursued it. There was nothing Blaine liked more than pussy. Especially pussy
that came from the outside, like Kaity ’ s.
And after what Kaity had seen, she might have just given herself up to Blaine
out of desperation and annoyance.
Fuck.
Erik looked at the wall of booze behind
the bar and wondered if it was too early for a shot. Erik shoved two full
pieces of bacon into his mouth and enjoyed their greasy taste. His right foot
was on the floor, tempting him to go outside and check. To see if Kaity was
still there.
What if she was? What would happen
then? Erik owed nobody an explanation. He never answered to anyone before and
he wouldn't start now. Especially to a woman.
After getting a second cup of
coffee, Erik ate another piece of bacon. He lifted the coffee mug to his lips
and heard a scream. It was a harrowing scream and Erik immediately knew it was
Kaity ’ s voice.
“ What
the hell, ” Erik said.
He dropped the coffee mug and it
tipped over. He dove from the bar and ran to the door. After damn near tearing
it off its hinges, he yelled, “ GET
HELP! ” and charged outside.
He looked around and saw Kaity on her hands and knees next to a table.
“ Kaity! ” he bellowed as he ran to her.
He dropped down and touched her
back. She turned her head and looked at him. He moved her hair out of her face.
Kaity swatted a hand at him.
“ What ’ s wrong? ” he asked.
“ The
fucking box, ” Kaity said. “ Get it the fuck away from me. ”
“ Are
you hurt? ” Erik asked.
“ No. ”
Erik stood and stared down at
Kaity. She sat up on her knees and ran a hand through her hair. It was no
surprise that his first thought was that she was at the perfect height to suck
his dick.
He moved away and looked at the
table.
“ Oh
fuck, ” Erik said at the
sight of the finger.
It was a pinky finger.
He shook his head, knowing it was
another one of Jonesy ’ s
fingers.
“ Kaity,
come here right now, ” Erik
said.
“ I ’ m fine, ” she said.
Erik wasn ’ t going to take bullshit from a woman. He reached
down and grabbed Kaity ’ s
arm.
“ I
gave you a fucking order, ” he bellowed.
Kaity thrashed, but Erik knew he
was stronger. He grabbed her other arm and lifted Kaity to her feet. He planted
her down and then spun her around. Now wasn ’ t
the time for baby bullshit and jealousy.
When Kaity spun, she swung a fist -
not a hand, but a fist - and connected with
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