Page 101 of Down & Dirty: Rage
He still didn’t move any closer to the door.In fact, it looked as though he was fighting an internal battle.
Lyric easily ascertained what that battle was about. He was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.
As well as she knew him, his decision might not be easy, but there’d be no way he’d be okay with another man in her bed.
She was simply using that knowledge to her advantage.
She began moving toward the door to see if he would follow. “Okay…well…I need to unpack my stuff so I can get ready for tonight. Avery and I are heading out to celebrate my move.”
“At The Iron Horse?”
“No.”
“Where?”
“The Pink Pearl.” Of course this scenario was all bullshit. She had no plans but to unpack her stuff, climb into bed, and maybe stuff her face with some peanut M&Ms.
His chin pinned against his corded neck. “The what?”
“The Pink Pearl. You know, the strip club near Uniontown. They’re having an all-male revue tonight. We’re going to that first, then we’ll stop somewhere on the way home for a few drinks.”
“An all-male revue,” he repeated slowly. “Then you’re stoppin’ in for drinks at The Iron Horse.”
Lyric swallowed her laugh. The DAMC men didn’t want the DAMC women drinking anywhere other than The Iron Horse. Or at worst, Dirty Dick’s, the bar owned by their ally, the Dark Knights.
“No, somewhere on the way home.”
“Dirty Dick’s.”
“That’s out of the way.”
“Those are your choices.”
Lyric made sure he saw her eyes roll. “Sure they are.”
“Guess your plans are changin’.”
“What do you mean?”
“Fuck The Pink Pearl. Fuck drinkin’ with some randoms. Fuck it all.”
“Ash, that?—”
She squealed when, within four long strides, he had herflung up in the air and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Fuck that shit.”
“What are you?—”
He barreled down the narrow hallway with his arm hooked around her thighs and one big hand holding her ass. “Doin’ what you want me to do. Think I don’t fuckin’ know you’re not tryin’ to manipulate my ass?”
“I’m not?—”
“Bullshit,” he growled. He shoved her bedroom door open wider.
“We—”
Using his boot, he slammed the door shut behind them and stopped in front of her bed. “Wanna break in your fuckin’ bed, gonna break in your fuckin’ bed.”
Then he flipped her forward so she landed with a bounce on her ass on the mattress.
