Page 9 of Clash
“So, what are you running from?” I asked, knowing damn well she probably won’t tell me.
“My daddy,” Alex piped in, not at all fazed by his words. “He’s mean. He hits mommy.”
Instantly, my need to protect her overwhelmed me. I may be an asshole, but hitting women is something I don’t stand for. I never liked how Sabbath manhandled Shasta the way he did. If I could’ve taken him on myself, I would have, but Snyder stepped in to save the day like always.
Fuck him.
Fuck her too.
She was supposed to belong to all of us, and now he was off claiming her as his own. I really hope Wasp gives him a run for his money, and the bitch picks him instead. Wouldn’t that be the best kind of karma to come around? Poor little Snydie wouldn’t even know what to do with himself if she turned him down and went for Waspman instead.
The fear and despair in Gina’s eyes brought me out of my thoughts, making me feel bad for her all over again.
“Alex, you shouldn’t be telling people that!” she scolded, the embarrassment evident in her defeated posture and broken eyes.
“Why, Mommy? It’s the truth. You always say to tell the truth no matter what.”
Her face softened just a tad. “I do say that, don’t I?”
I wanted to ask more about this ex of hers, mainly his location so I can eradicate him from the planet. But I kept my mouth fucking shut, knowing damn well if I got involved anymore than I already have, it would be detrimental to my dick’s health. Getting attached to anyone was not something Iwas game for. This was temporary. I’d only let them stay until she had the chance to get on her feet.
Gina’s eyes widened when she finally realized that Alex was wearing new clothes. “What are those?” she asked, eyeing the bright blueSpongeBobshirt, new shorts, and underwear.
“Clothes.” My response was gruff. No need in her thinking I’m some sort of knight in shining armor, when all I wanted was to get into her pants—or boxers—my boxers, to be exact. It was the least she could do since I let her take a shower, invade my home, and commandeer my television.
A prince was something I was not, and I was definitely not looking for that happily ever after shit she probably romanticized about. Fucking and ducking is all that mattered to me. Besides, she’s just getting out of a fucked-up marriage, getting involved with chick baggage is not something I’d be interested in. This Lewd Outlaw rides solo.
“Where did they come from?” Gina asked in intrigue.
“The store.”
She nibbled on her lip, making my dick hard just thinking about what those lips would look like wrapped around my cock. She must’ve noticed my heated gaze, because she instantly stopped her incessant nibbling, and focused her attention to the three shopping bags sitting on the couch.
“What’s all that?”
Smiling proudly, I motioned to the bags of clothing. “Clothes… for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. You needed new clothes as well.”
She seemed put off by the gesture, like I was overstepping in some way. Maybe I was a bit, but who the fuck cares? They both needed new clothing, and I’m a whiz at guessing a woman’s measurements.
“That’s hilarious,” she said, followed directly by mock laughter. “A man like you actually thinks he knows what size of clothing a woman like me would wear.”
This was where the conversation got fun.
Scrubbing my hand over my face, I grinned, knowing damn well she wasn’t prepared for my secret capabilities. My eyes perused her body, hidden by my oversized shirt, but beneath it, I knew exactly what she was hiding.
“Well, sweetheart, you’re definitely not a size zero,” I said, chuckling. “And judging by those banging curves you got going on, I’m going to say that you’re about a size ten in jeans and a medium in dresses. Am I right?”
Her cheeks flushed pink.
“Yeah…”
“And those tits you got are a good C cup. Round and perfect for holding.” I shot a look over toward her kid, but he was too busy watchingSpongeBobto focus on what I was saying.
“Stop staring at my boobs,” she growled, her voice lowered so her son couldn’t hear her. Her glare was like an ice pick, sharp and ready for stabbing, and currently narrowing by the minute.
