Fang
One secondI was getting my dick sucked and the next the girl on her knees between my spread thighs was pushed away, almost taking my cock with her. I had half a second to cover myself with my hands before a small, warm hand rocked my head back.
The slap stung but more because it came out of nowhere.
“You son of a bitch.”
I raised my eyes, my lips curving into a smile at the sight of Gypsy blustering in front of me. She really was spectacular in her anger. All pouty lips and tits.
“Who let Sunflower in?” I wasn't angry, not really. But I was going to have words with whoever had let her through the gate. Strong words followed by my fist. And there was no way I was going to let her know just how happy I was to see her.
Smiling up at her just seemed to make her angrier, and her arm came down again. That time it wasn’t a slap she was aiming at my face though, it was a fist, I caught it easily, my hand more than double the size of hers.
“Something I can help you with?”
“Let go of me!” she hissed.
I wasn't hurting her. I wasn't that much of an asshole. But I wasn't about to let her go either. She was a hellcat, and I couldn't trust her not to take a swing at me, or even worse, use her wicked little nails to take my eyes out.
“Jealousy doesn't suit you, Gypsy.”
She blinked at me in shock as I shoved myself back into my jeans. Her eyes didn't leave my face but I could tell by the way her lips suddenly parted that she wanted to look downwards. It was like she had just realised what she had interrupted.
As quickly as the heated look flickered into her eyes, it was gone. Her lip curled, causing her nose to crinkle up.
“Jealous? I'm not the one who is jealous, am I Fang? I'm not trying to run you out of town because of something you didn't do. But it’s always the same with you guys, isn't it?”
Rolling her wrist, she loosened my grip. I don't know where she had learnt the move, but I couldn't keep hold of her. My eyebrows rose. Gypsy was always full of surprises.
“Us guys?”
“Yeah, guys who think it's their God-given right to dictate to a woman who she can see and what she can do. While you go around and...” her eyes narrowed dangerously, “get your dick sucked by any skank you want.”
She was jealous, jealous just like I had been. It shouldn't have made me smile but it did. Reaching out, I gave a tug on her hand, pulling her onto my lap.
“I think it's my right to have my dick sucked if I want to, Gypsy. But it doesn't have to be any of these women. It could be you. You just have to say the word and we can go somewhere more private.”
Maybe I’d had too much to drink, but once she was there, I couldn't seem to hold on to the anger and jealousy I had felt earlier. She was just too mouth-wateringly tempting to fight with.
Her damn curves went straight to my head like the best scotch.
“Shall we kiss and make up, Sunflower?”
Yep, I was definitely drunk. The words wouldn't stop.
“Listen to me, Fang, I would rather fuck a pineapple than go anywhere near the dick you just had in some other girl’s mouth. I didn't come here to beg you on my knees. I came to tell you that if you want a war then so fucking be it. I’m not leaving.”
“If you carry on fucking around with Bobby, then I won't give you a choice, Gypsy.” I shrugged. “I kind of have a thing about sharing.”
“I'm not yours to share, Fang. I don't even know why you are so bent out of shape over this. We don’t get along. We don't even like each other. We fucked once and it wasn’t even that good.” She rolled her eyes.
My patience snapped. It wasn't that good? My grip on her hand tightened. Wasn't that good my ass, I had her screaming within minutes.
“Then why are you here, Sunflower?” My voice was icy smooth and her eyes widened. The first glimpse of fear came to life in them, like she had just realised the dangerous situation she was in.
She shouldn't have come and she sure as hell shouldn't have come alone.
“To tell you that you can shove your offer where the sun doesn't shine.”
