UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,44

on him at the sight, knowing he’s about to give me some shit that I do not want to hear, but he thinks is just hysterically hilarious.

“Knock her up,” he says, his lips full-on fucking smiling at his words. “Marriage,” he mutters with a laugh as if he’s saying it to himself.

My entire body jerks. Fuck. I told her to go to the doctor, but I haven’t pulled out since the first time I was inside of her, and I’ve come inside of her a hell of a lot over the past few days. Shit. Dragon’s eyes widen and he lets out a boom of laughter as he turns and walks away from me, shaking his head the entire time.

I stay frozen in my spot, wondering if I’ve just gotten another woman pregnant, again.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Chapter Fourteen

MOUNTAIN

I don’t go into my room and look for Leighton. Instead, I turn toward the bar and demand a bottle of Jack from the prospect tending bar. He doesn’t even blink as he reaches for the bottle and passes it across the bar to me. Taking it from his hand, I turn around and walk outside.

Slipping around the back of the clubhouse, I find a picnic table and climb up, sitting on the top as I rest my feet on the bench and unscrew the lid. I don’t bother setting it down, instead, I toss it down to the ground.

Lifting the glass bottle to my lips, I down a huge gulp. Closing my eyes, I let out a hiss as it burns going down my throat. Shaking my head, I wonder what the fuck I’m doing and why. I don’t know Leighton, yet I’ve taken her in. I’ve fucked her unprotected. I’ve practically branded her at this point.

Why?

Because she comes from money? Because I dragged her out of that house when I probably should have just ended her right then and there? Because she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, best lay I’ve had too? These are not reasons to make a woman yours, let alone plant your seed inside of her.

My phone rings when I’m a third into the bottle and I grunt as I fumble for it and slide my thumb across the screen.

“Mountain,” I slur.

“Got a woman in a truck here, says it’s a delivery?”

Standing, I sway as I shake my head to get my bearings again. “Yeah, guide her to the warehouse. Nowhere else. I’ll take care of her.”

Reaching for my gun, I carry my bottle in one hand, my gun in the other, and make my way toward the warehouse to greet this mysterious woman. This is the one and only time this shit is happening. Next time, I don’t care how spread thin we are, I’m sending my own men down there to retrieve the shit.

Making my way toward the warehouse, I watch as she jumps down from the truck. She’s cute, dark brown hair, big brown eyes and an ass I could seriously sink my teeth into. What she isn’t is, Leighton. I snort to myself, I’m already fucking gone for that bitch, too fucking gone.

“Wilder?” she calls out, lifting her hand to shade her eyes from the setting sun.

“Yeah.”

Her lips turn up into a smile as she makes her way toward me. When she stops directly in front of me, I have to dip my chin down to look into her brown eyes. They’re so dark that they match her hair. Her lips are full, pink and I wonder what they would look like wrapped around my cock.

Smirking, I shake my head, I shouldn’t even be thinking about that, not with her, not when I have Leighton literally waiting in my room for me. I feel panicky about Leighton, completely fucking panicked.

The woman in front of me, she doesn’t mean anything, not a single ounce of panic flows through me at the sight of her, not a single fucking feeling goes through me either when I look at her.

“I have everything in the back,” she says, thumbing over her shoulder.

The truck isn’t very big, just a small U-Haul with an enclosed back. Lifting my hand, I slide my arm around her shoulder and guide her closer into the warehouse. I shout at the guys who are loading up the product to empty out her truck, too.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice shaky as she speaks.

“We’re gonna hang out until they’re done,” I murmur as I walk us farther into the warehouse, toward