UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,98
knee, and Gator sitting next to them. Gator’s eyes are glazed over as he stares at the floor in front of him. I think about asking him if he’s okay, but decide that I’m too drunk to care.
Walking out of the bar, I make my way outside, toward the last place I saw Leighton run. She’s sitting outside, on the top of a picnic table. Her feet are perched on the bench and she’s staring out into the darkness.
“Babe,” I call out, leaning against the door. She doesn’t move. I know she’s alive, because I watched her entire body tighten before my eyes. “Leighton,” I call out.
Slowly, she turns her head. “What?” she sighs heavily.
“C’mon, mi reina, let’s go to bed. I have to get up in a few hours and head out.”
“Fuck off,” she snaps.
My brows lift in surprise. I can’t walk toward her though. I would probably fall on my face if I did. Instead, I stay where I am.
“You can come with me, or I can go to you and trust me, you will not like it if I go to you.”
“Are you finished grabbing boobs and acting like an asshole?” she asks, batting her lashes sweetly.
I can’t help it. I can’t stop it, I burst out laughing. “Probably not,” I admit. “C’mon, Leighton. Come to bed.”
She lets out a huff and I watch as she climbs down from the table. She makes her way toward me but doesn’t take my hand. That’s okay, I slide my arm around her hips, gripping her tightly as I guide her toward our room.
Our room.
Our home.
Ours.
Because she is part of my life now—forever.
Chapter Thirty-Four
LEIGHTON
The room he takes me to, his room, it’s even more disgusting than it was the last time I was here—smells worse too.
Wrinkling my nose, I look over my shoulder at Mountain as he starts to strip out of his clothes until he’s completely naked. Looking from his beautiful naked body to the dirty bed sheets, I shake my head.
“I have to change those,” I say, pointing at the offensive sheets.
He sways, standing still, his gaze flicking from me to the sheets, then back to me. “They dirty?” he asks.
“Wilder,” I warn.
His lips twitch into a smile. “There should be another set in the bottom drawer of the dresser,” he offers.
I’m surprised by his words and even more surprised when he gets them himself. “Why don’t you sit in that chair,” he offers, pointing a finger to the chair across the room.
“You are in no condition to change sheets.” I laugh as he stares at the bedding in his hands. “Go shower,” I rasp.
He nods his head once, then drops the sheets onto the bed and stumbles toward the shower. I worry about him losing his footing and falling but decide that I can’t join him. If I do, I’ll have sex with him again, and right now I don’t want that.
Instead, I focus on the task at hand. I change the sheets. By the time I’m finished, I’m huffing, puffing, and completely exhausted. I sit down on the edge of the bed, closing my eyes in an effort to catch my breath.
The door opens, but I don’t bother to look at who is there, I already know. I can sense him. “You okay?” he asks, his voice sounding less slurred.
Turning my head, I look over to him and smile. “I am,” I say. “And I’m not,” I admit.
“Della fucks with my head. Shouldn’t have ignored you,” he surprisingly admits. “Wasn’t nice.”
“It wasn’t, and I’m not sure I want to stay here. I think that this may have been a mistake, that this won’t really work.”
Even saying the words aloud makes my entire body ache. I don’t want to go anywhere else. I like him, but I have a feeling that I’m going to be a burden to him really really quickly. Mountain takes a step toward me. He still has a bit of a sway, but nothing like he did before his shower.
I watch in shock and maybe a little bit of awe as he sinks down to his knees in front of me. It’s not the first time he’s been on his knees in front of me, and my face heats at the memory of him in just this spot earlier today.
He must see my pink cheeks, his lips twitch into a grin as his hands slide up the outsides of my thighs. “If you’re a good girl, mi reina,” he whispers.