For some reason itbothered me. Whether it was my fucking President referring to his dick in front of her, or her considering his dick size, I had no idea. I had no right to feel territorial, but then she didn’t know Micro’s fucking past, and I did. Most of them here had no idea what he’d done at the old club. He was just this ‘great guy’ that they all deferred to, but for me, I couldn’t fucking forget. I couldn’t just move past it. She didn’t realise he’d terrorised old ladies in the name of some age old beef that had nothing to do with them. So he’s a married man now with a little girl? So fucking what?! He’d always be a monster, in my memories, if nowhere else.
I stepped between Micro and the woman I kept thinking of as my responsibility, and pushed a hand against his chest.
“Don’t fucking talk like that in front of her.”
The room fell silent, and all eyes landed on me.
“Wait… talk like what? She was the one referring to my dick, or you were. I’m just…Jesus!”
That last part was his reaction as my fist came at him, and two guys caught hold of me. I know one was Grease, and that just pissed me off even more.
“Get your cunty fucking hands off me, prick!”
I shook off Stag, and turned to throw my weight at Grease, knocking him down and landing on him.
“Fuck you. This is it now, asshole. Your fucking demise!” As we both started throwing punches, and trying to best each other, many hands started pulling at us, and then? A fucking sharp slap across my face as I was dragged up onto my feet. More than anything, that took the wind right out of my sails. I was still held back by two fuckers, but my eyes were on a furious V, as she glowered at me like a sultry fucking goddess.
“The fuck?”
“Howdareyou?! How dare you try to stick up for me! I don’t care if some guy mentions his dick! I don’t care if there’s some banter going on. I’m not my cousin, and I don’t struggle with any of this. What I do struggle with is men thinking they have to speak for me!”
“You’re in the shit now,”Grease mocked as he shook off the hold on him, and wiped at the blood on his mouth, “If you’ve messed up my teeth, I’ll kill you.”
“And you!” V spun on her heel and stepped up to him, jabbing a finger at his face, without touching, thank fuck, because I couldn’t handle that right now. I strained against the two fuckers holding me, wanting her away from him, because he’s a fucking asshole.
“How dare you hit him? How’s he going to go down on me, and make me scream, if you mess up his face? Huh?”
Grease gasped, and started to laugh, and others started to join in. My temper was already starting to slide away, because how the fuck could I still be pissed right now? Whether she realised it or not, she’d just fuckingclaimed mein front of the whole room.She’d just told them we’d be fucking, like it was just a fact, and it was. It fucking would be.
I glanced at Stag and Micro, and they both reluctantly released my arms, seeing that my temper had disappeared on me again. They stayed close though, just in case.
“Sorry,” I murmured, aiming that at Micro first, because when I was calm, like right now, I actually fucking liked him. I remembered the guy I’d hung out with, even though he was a feisty fucker. I remembered the laughs and the nights out. I remembered all the good times. When I was wound up, all I could remember was the bad stuff. Him hurting people. Me being blamed for it. Me getting suspected because I was in my own hell at the time. Why the fuck did I keep starting shit with him? The poor fucker was celebrating the birth of his first child, having been sent back to us for a few hours by his own wife.
“What about me?” I glanced at Grease, who was mock pouting at me, his lips still a little bloody. It looked oddly like he’d put lipstick on at this point.
“You’re still a cunt.”
V spun and slapped my chest. “One more fucking word out of you, and I’ll go home and get myself off!”
Fuck no. I ignored the chorus of ‘oooh’ that came from several of those fuckers, grabbed her hand, and tugged her closer to me, flipping Grease off behind her.
“Get Nixie, babe. We’re going to my room to fuck.”
I pointed at the little pup corner I’d rigged up, behind the pool table, where I could still see my baby while I played. Nixie was hopping about on her little back legs, trying to climb over the low barrier.
As soon as she’d scooped up the creature I was beginning to think of asourfucking pet, rather than just mine, I was dragging her to the door.
Grease hadn’t hurt me, and he certainly hadn’t done any damage that’d keep me from making her scream, or from getting hard enough to fuck her brains out. I couldn’t wait. I was so fucking desperate to sink inside her.
The whole walk to my room, I was thinking about the things I wanted to do to V, whether or not it led to more. Whether this stayed as a friends with benefits kinda situation, or grew to become more. All I knew was I wanted her, more than I’d wanted any fucking woman, and despite her aggressive nature, I found her easier to be around than anyone else.
So I might lose a testicle if I piss her off. So what? Actually, scratch that. I’d willingly lose a finger or toe, but not one of my nads. We’d both need those.
“I’m still pissed at you,” V hissed as we reached the small grassy patch where Nixie liked to do her business.
“Yeah. You’re still gonna ride me though, right?”
That fierce fucking glare. I could get off just to the sight of that, I really could.
