Page 72 of Raw Honey
Chapter 29
The next couple of days are pure hell for me. I try my hardest to heed Ice and Hawk's words, but seeing Emma and Sainte together makes me totally insane.I know I'm right about this; I just need to show Ice and Hawk so they will believe me.I've thought about going back to see Ice, but since it went so well the first time, I decide not to. I just don't know how to stop the train wreck that is about to happen.
My phone buzzes and I look down and see that it is Hawk. We haven't spoken much the last couple of days, ever since he yelled at me. I was hoping that after our "lunch" together that he would stay here with me or invite me to his place to stay, but he hasn't. "Hey there," I answer.
"Hey, Honey," he says into the phone.
Wow, I don't even get a babe. He's still mad at me. Part of me understands why, but fuck, it's not like I cheated on him or something.
Ok, I did, but he doesn't know that.Suddenly I feel like shit. I've been lying to him and I promised myself that I would not do that.
Just as I'm about to say something, he adds, "Vince is back in town. Got in late last night. I know he's been down at the jail most of the morning and he has a meeting with the District Attorney who is prosecuting Ice's case this afternoon. I've invited him over for dinner."
Well shit, he doesn't even ask."Ok, of course." I pause and then add, "Will you be joining us as well?"
"Yeah. I have a feeling that he's got big news, so I'm inviting some of the other club members too."
"Ok. I'll have to run to the store, but I’ll make sure we have something nice."
"Send Sainte," he says.
"But what about Emma?" I ask.
"Fuck, have him take her with him," he says and then adds, "I gotta run. See you tonight?"
He's softened a little, which gives me hope that his anger has subsided. "Yep, I'll do you proud," I say.
"You always do, babe. You always do," he says and then disconnects the line.
I make my way down to the kitchen to see what I have and what I need.What the hell should I make?It's still early, so I hadn't even given dinner a thought yet. When I get to the kitchen, Sainte is rummaging through the fridge. "Looking for something?" I say coldly.
"Yeah. Are we outta beer?" he asks.
"Isn't it a little early for beer?" I ask.
"Feisty Pants, it's never too early for an ice-cold beer," he says smoothly.
I think it's his cockiness that angers me more than anything. Yes, he's gorgeous, but so is Ice, and he's not half as cocky as Sainte. But he's not Ice!my subconscious quickly reminds me.No, he definitely is not.As I stare at him, my cheeks flush as memories of our kiss fill my head. I quickly turn away from him and say, "I'm just getting a grocery list together. I'll be sure to add beer. Any particular kind?"Holy shit, why am I being nice to him?
"Something dark would be good," he says.
I nod. "Hawk called a few minutes ago and said that Vince is back in town. Said he's coming for dinner tonight and that I should send you to the store if I need anything." I really hate asking him to do something for me, but Hawk and I both know that I don't have time to grocery shop and prepare dinner too.
"Sure, Feisty Pants. Anything for the woman that kisses like a cat in heat," he says, and now I know my cheeks are flushed. I immediately look around the kitchen to see if anyone heard and realize that we are alone. He adds, "Don't worry, your secret is still safe. Emma is upstairs napping and Ari and Rebel are down at the lake.” He moves in close and says, "You got me all to yourself, babe." He pauses and then says, "So, how ‘bout it?"
I quickly push him away and say, "Fuck you! That kiss was a momentary lapse in judgment. I will never kiss you again." When he stands there without saying a word, I continue, "And if you think that kiss left any lingering effect on me, well I got news for you, asshole—it didn't!"
He laughs out loud, which only pisses me off more.First Ice, then Hawk, and now this douchebag. I'm really getting sick of the men in my life laughing at me all the time.
As I walk away, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me toward him, twisting my arm behind me and holding it at the small of my back. He's got me restrained so close to him, but I refuse to look at him. "Look at me," he demands. I want to ignore his request, but he's so fucking dominant that I can't help but listen. I really hate that about him.
I reluctantly do what he says. As I turn my face up toward his, he says, "Get this straight, Feisty Pants. You will kiss me again, and I guarantee that one day real soon you will be in my bed." He takes his free hand and caresses my cheek. "I don't know why you're fighting this, darling," he looks down at my boots and continues, "because we're gonna be knocking boots before you know it." I'm breathless from his words; even though my mind is saying no, no, no, my libido is screaming yes, yes, yes. My fucking body betrays me every time he's close and it makes me so damn mad at him and myself.
He releases my arm and I step away from him. Catching my breath, I finally get my wits about me. "You know what I guarantee, Sainte?" I get in his face and say, "It will be a cold day in hell before that ever happens." I turn to walk out of the kitchen and then say back to him, "I'll have a grocery list to you shortly." As I walk away I can hear him chuckle quietly.Asshole!
It turned out that I only needed a few things for dinner, so when Emma woke up from her nap, she and Sainte went to the store. They got back a few minutes ago.
"Hey Honey, need any help?" Emma asks as she walks into the kitchen, Sainte following closely behind her. What is with him, he’s always fucking with her. He's like a damn puppy dog following her around. And speaking of puppies, she's got Hobbes snuggled in her arms.
