UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,90
fucking with Mountain. But then, I’m pissed at Mountain, so I’m not sure that I want him right now, either.
There is a moment of silence, then, with zero fanfare, Mountain scoops me up in his arms and turns around, carrying me out of the clubhouse without a word to anyone.
Chapter Thirty-One
LEIGHTON
“Put me down,” I growl as he steps outside of the clubhouse and onto the gravel parking lot.
“So you can run again? I don’t fucking think so,” he shouts with a bark of laughter. I struggle against his hold, but his arms tighten, refusing to let me go. “Stop it or I’ll drop you,” he grinds out.
“Let me go then,” I grunt.
He doesn’t say anything right away, doesn’t move. Instead, he grunts before he turns toward the side of the building. I hold my breath as he walks us around the side and down toward the back, his steps faltering when he sees the modular home that I share with Ana.
“That’s where you been livin’?”
“Yes,” I bite out.
Without another word, he carries me directly into the house, bypassing both Gator and Ana who are sitting extremely close on the couch together. I don’t say anything about that, although I do try to catch a glimpse of what’s happening between them.
“First door on the right,” Gator calls out.
“Traitor,” I shout.
I hear his low male laughter, but he doesn’t respond to my name-calling. Mountain walks into my room, slamming the door behind us with his foot, and only then does he let me down onto my feet. However, he doesn’t take a step back, and his hands grip my hips, which don’t allow me to run away from him—the jerk face.
“He fuck you in here?” he asks as he dips his head and his gaze catches mine.
“Stop,” I rasp.
He shakes his head, his eyes focused on mine and not looking anywhere else. He wants an answer. He’s demanding an answer, and silently, he’s not leaving until he gets that answer. I feel like being a bitch, just to make him leave, just to watch him walk away, but another part of me wants him to stay and fight.
I’ve never had a man give a fuck about me, to actually fight for me, his group ridding the earth of my father, that in and of itself is more than any other person has ever done. If he actually fought for me, that would be nothing short of a miracle.
If he fought for me even just the slightest, I think I could devote myself to him fully.
“Tell me,” he demands.
I shake my head, tears suddenly filling my eyes, and I curse my pregnancy hormones. He presses his lips together in a straight line as he watches me. “I’m fucking you everywhere, anywhere he touched you and anywhere he thought about touching you.”
“Why?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side, his gaze roaming over my own. “Because you belong to me, Leighton.”
“It’s not just me anymore, Wilder,” I say, whispering his given name, wondering if I should even use it.
His eyes close as if he’s pained, and I think that maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I should call him Mountain. Maybe I should just run. But when he reopens his dark eyes, my breath catches. They’re dancing, he grins and shakes his head once.
“It’s mine,” he whispers.
“What?” I ask, lifting my hands between us. I place my palms against his chest and try to push away.
He chuckles, his eyes still dancing and looking absolutely gorgeous. “Even if it’s not. It is my baby, because you are my woman.”
“Wilder,” I rasp.
“Right there. That’s why.”
“Because I said your name?”
He shakes his head. “Because of how it hits me deep in my dick when you do.”
“That’s stupid, that’s lust,” I exhale.
He drops his chin, touching his lips to mine. “Makes your pussy wet too, doesn’t it, Leighton?”
“No,” I lie with a hitch of my breath.
Mountain chuckles. “Yeah, mi reina, it does. Pack your shit, let’s go home.”
“Home? I don’t think so,” I snap.
His lips brush mine, then he lifts his head to look down into my eyes. “Why not?” he asks, but he sounds like he’s on the verge of laughing. Like I’m being cute and funny instead of the pissed-off version of myself that I truly am.
“Because you had sex with someone else. God knows how many someone else’s by now. Plus, you’re full of empty promises, and I refuse to be your fool. I’d rather be alone.”