UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,122
turning his head to look at me, the blankness is gone and it’s replaced with complete and utter devastation. “Yeah,” he chokes. “They haven’t, we haven’t together or separately in months.”
Lifting my hand, I place my palm against his chest. “But they have together?”
He nods. He’s hurting, and this is the only way he can express that hurt, but it’s not the right way and I’m not the right person for the job. I love Maria. He loves Maria and Mamba, more than anything else in this world he loves them.
“Talk to them. Tell them.”
He nods again, his eyes filling with unshed tears. He won’t let them fall, not in front of me. Sliding my hand up his chest, I wrap my fingers around the side of his throat. “We’re done, Gator,” I rasp. “Fix what you have, it’s too beautiful to throw away.”
“I know,” he whispers. “I know.”
“Tonight?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a small smile. “Tonight,” he agrees.
I watch him dress, then he starts to walk out of the bedroom, leaving me naked and only wrapped in a sheet. He stops at the doorway, turning to look over his shoulder. “You’re a good woman, you need to let someone in. Someone who is available, maybe?”
Wrinkling my nose at him, I shrug a shoulder. “Probably.”
His lips twitch into a small smile. “Lots of good men here.”
“Men who want to keep me in a cage?”
He chuckles. “Not so bad, I don’t think. Might like it.”
Gator walks away, leaving me alone and I’m fine with that. He has a beautiful life waiting for him in Eagar. He just needs to work on his shit that’s piled all up on top of him, but he will.
Letting out a sigh, I think about being a Sinister Skull Old Lady. Caged, collared, bound. Closing my eyes, I imagine Dutch being the one to do all of those things to me and I let out a moan. I bet his muscles would bulge, sweat would trickle down his back as his strong body hovered over me.
There is something seriously wrong with me. I am fantasizing about a man after another has just left my bed. Shaking my head, I decide to climb out of bed and get ready for my shift at the clubhouse. Another thing that isn’t going to help in my Dutch fantasies, seeing him, smelling him, being near him.
DUTCH
I curse as I watch Gator leave her house. The fuck. He has a woman and a man waiting for him back in Savage Beast territory and he’s here fucking the one woman that I haven’t been able to get beneath me. The only woman that I want there, too.
Climbing on my bike, I rev the engine as I watch her step out of her house a few moments later. She’s dressed in shorts, a tank top, and her long dark hair is pulled up into a high bun-thing on the top of her head.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Prettiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
She takes a step, then turns to look at me. I know she recognizes me. I watch as she lifts her hands and gives me a small wave. Jerking my chin toward her, I decide that I can’t stay. Backing my bike up, I turn around and I ride.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t be near her, especially knowing another man was just inside of her, his smell probably still on her soft tanned skin.
Fuck that.
I’m half tempted to go down to the Savage Beast clubhouse and be a snitch, tell Mamba and his woman what Gator was up to, but I don’t. Instead, I head toward Quemado Lake. It’s not much, but it’s the place I go to think, to get lost, to be alone.
Parking my bike, I walk toward the edge of the water and sit down on the ground. Resting my forearms against my knees, I watch the wind carry the water back and forth. I feel so fucking stupid, my cock aches for Ana, along with the rest of me.
It’s ridiculous.
I’ve never wanted a woman that I haven’t been able to make mine in an instant. Maybe this is all karma for fucking and leaving so many women after I’ve chased them.
The chase.
I fucking love that shit, then something happens when I’ve caught them. They submit so easily and the game is done. So is my interest in them.