Decadent by Shayla Black Read Free Book Online

on one cheek.
    “You’re not involved with Deke? I’m guessing he doesn’t see it that way.” Adam lifted his head—but didn’t move his hand—and turned to greet their mutual friend.
    “Hey, Trenton. What brings you to The Hang Out, man?”
    “An unfinished matter with Kimber.” He directed that disconcerting denim-blue stare at her. “Can we talk outside?”
    Deke had phrased his words into a question, but his glare said he wasn’t asking at all. Kimber swallowed. Wearing a pair of fine-fitting jeans, black boots, a khaki T-shirt with the word ARMY stretched in black above his solid left pectoral, and a demanding glare, Deke looked like a man on a serious personal mission.
    Everything about his demeanor seconded that. He hadn’t greeted his buddy and Shayla Black Decadent had barely answered Adam’s question. He hadn’t said hello to either of them. No pleasantries; just down to business.
    What more did he have to say that he hadn’t said to her in his kitchen yesterday?
    In a few words, he’d both annoyed and spooked her, and she’d run like a girl in over her head. Just like he claimed she was. Since nothing in his expression looked remotely apologetic, she couldn’t imagine what he had in mind, other than more humiliation. No thanks.
    “You said plenty yesterday. We don’t have anything left to talk about.”
    “Yes, we do.”
    “I’m busy dancing.” She turned away to engage Adam’s brother again—Brett?
    Buck? Something like that.
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    She flashed the blond club owner a smile and swiveled her hips—all too conscious of Deke’s gaze drilling into her back.
    As soon as the nameless Catrell brother smiled back, the song ended. The DJ
    announced a Jell-O shot special and his intent to take a break.
    Deke grabbed her wrist and whirled her around to face him, golden brow arched.
    “You’re not dancing now.”
    Damn it! Kimber fisted her hands on her hips. “Say whatever you came to say, then.”
    “Outside.”
    The command in his tone raised her hackles. “Is this going to take long?”
    “No.”

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    “Then just say it and be gone.”
    He hesitated. “I don’t think you want an audience.” Or he didn’t. For reasons she could only guess at, he didn’t want the Catrell brothers, each now staring at Deke intently over her shoulders, to hear what he was about to say. If he said more of the filth he’d spouted to her a mere twenty-four hours ago, then he’d come off smelling like shit. He should know that…but maybe he didn’t. Deke was hardly a master of the social graces. The chance to give him enough rope to hang himself made her smile.
    “I don’t mind. Shoot.”
    “Okay”—He shrugged—“Yesterday, when Luc and I had you naked and spread across our kitchen counter with our mouths on your—” 44
    “Stop!” she gasped, feeling furious heat dash up her cheeks.
    The brother whose name she couldn’t remember chuckled in her ear. Deke smiled smugly. Bastard! He’d come to fight dirty and had gone straight for the jugular. Why hadn’t she seen that coming?
    “She belong to you and Luc?” Adam asked Deke.
    “Yes.”
    “Hell no!” she blurted at the same time.
    That muscle in Deke’s jaw began working again. “Come outside with me so we can discuss this.”
    Did the man just not know when to quit? “I don’t belong to you and your cousin, I’m not coming near your kitchen counter again, and I’m certainly not going outside with you.”

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    “I came here to say something I think you want to hear.”
    “I’m not interested in being just another wet hole to you, and I’m too pissed to care.”
    One second, Deke stood two feet away, not touching any part of her. A blink later, he crowded in and hovered toe-to-toe with her, one arm around her waist, the other tangled in the hair hanging halfway down her back.
    “I’m not going to ask again. Come outside and talk with me or I’m going to find the nearest chair, pull