Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan Read Free Book Online

as a Horseman's tag slipped out from the brunette's shirt. Her imposter of a shirt.
    Then she flipped her hair out of her face and his blood ran cold.  Then hot.  Really fucking hot.
    Last time he had seen Eva Fox he'd been two seconds away from sinking balls deep into all that sweetness and he'd taken two bullets because of it.
    "Kami!" Eva cried, oblivious to his presence. "Where have you been?  I've been looking everywhere for you!"
    Oblivious was the last thing he was. Bitch had on some kind of shirt that wasn't actually a shirt but a triangle of sequins that appeared to be staying on her only by a complicated looking series of strings.  The fucking thing barely covered her tits.  Her fat, heavy, perfect tits.  Her entire back and her midriff were exposed, her belly button pierced with some shiny fucking bullshit and the rest of her was incased in tight black leather pants.  Tight as in he was damn positive she'd had to lube up her legs and juicy as hell ass to get those bad boys on.
    On her feet, black chucks. 
    His chest tightened.
    Now standing, she tucked his old man's tag back inside her non-shirt and did a little wiggle as she straightened her top that wasn't actually a top causing her tits to bounce.  He got hard.  Just like that.  Like he was seven-fucking-teen.
    Still giggling, she surveyed her surroundings , finally catching sight of him.  Her -made to suck cock- lips parted, her stormy eyes went wide and she swayed a little to her right.
    "Deuce," She whispered.
    He didn't know what the fuck to say so he said the first thing that popped into his head.
    "Babe."
    Kami looked between them.  "You know him?"
    "Yeah," she said, her eyes on him.  Jesus Christ, those eyes.  She was damn beautiful.
    "Introduce us!"
    "Deuce, this is my friend Kami, Kami this is my…friend Deuce.  But-
    She turned to her friend.  "He's married.  Got kids too.  So hands off."
    He stared at her, confused.  He was married?  He had kids?  Oh right.  He was sorta married.  And yeah, he had kids.  He loved his kids.  Their mother…not so much.
    "Shame," Kami purred.  “The whole scary faced, bad ass biker thing is really working for you.”
    His lip curled in disgust.  He’d just told this bitch he found her unattractive, that he in no uncertain terms wanted anything to do with her and yet she still wanted it.  Fucking whore.  Fucking fucked in the head stupid fucking whore.
    "He's not scary," Eva scolded.  "He's beautiful."
    Fuck…him. 
    No one had ever called him beautiful and he was pretty sure he'd never wanted to be called beautiful until Eva Fox had called him beautiful and now he wanted her to say it again.  But this time he wanted balls deep inside of her while she said it.
    "Do you want to dance?"  Eva asked.
    His eyes refocused.  "What?"
    "Dance.  Do you want to?"
    "No."
    "No?"
    "This isn't music and I can't dance."
    She bit her lip and he knew she was trying not to laugh at him.  Usually when people laughed at him, or tried not to laugh at him, neither of which was often because he wasn't a funny guy, he punched them in their fucking face.  Eva laughing at him made his cock twitch.  This bitch did strange shit to him.  His fucking brain didn't work around her and his balls fucking swelled, ready to repopulate the world as long as he was doing it inside her pussy.
    "Everyone can dance," She giggled.
    He shook his head.  "I can't.  I lumber.  My wife says I lumber."
    She wrinkled up her nose.  "Your wife is a fucking cunt."
    He choked.  Coughed.  Pounded on his chest.  Took a long swallow of his beer. Cleared his throat.
    "Darlin', you have no idea."
    Grinning, she sidled up next to him and leaned her shoulder against the wall so the front of her body faced his and took a sip of her drink.  Her bright pink drink with a pink umbrella and lots of floating cherries that reeked of tequila.
    He narrowed his eyes.  How long had it been since he'd last seen her, since he'd taken two bullets