Page 10 of Clash
I probably should be watching my mouth around her son, but living in a clubhouse made it incredibly difficult to be good, not when so many temptations flitted about, and the hard life style was tough as nails.
“Hard to miss them, sweetheart. Those voluptuous things are taunting me through the wet material. By the way, your nips are showing. A little cold, are we?”
She covered her nipples with her hands, her glare intensifying, warring with the raging blush that was now flushing every part of her skin.
“Just because you think you know my size, doesn’t give you the right to go to the store and buy me or my son clothing.”
“Why are you so upset? So what if I bought you and the kid some clothes? You look like you could use something new. What I got is better than the tattered rags you were wearing before.”
Without warning, she sprung to her feet, rushing toward the bags on the couch. “How dare you buy me clothes without my permission! Who the fuck do you think you are? I bet all of them are…” Her words caught in her throat as she unearthed the first outfit, and she instantly bit her tongue.
“Are what? Slutty? I’m an asshole, sweetheart, not a monster.” I specifically picked out those jeans because I knew they would be modest, but also accentuate those round ass cheeks of hers. I matched it with a black top, one that wasn’t revealing at all, but comfortable and something she could move around in. The dress I bought was pretty and something she could wear to a job interview, which I’m guessing she hadn’t been able to do since she took off from her ex. It was longer, with pretty flowers on it. I thought it would look cute on her, so I bought it impulsively. Now the underwear I bought her was an entirely different story. The black lace ensemble was definitely going to be for my enjoyment later on when I convinced her that having sex with me would be a life-changing experience for her.
She shot me a look, stuffing the black lingerie into the bag before her son could see it. “You still overstepped by doing this.”
“Sure, sweetheart, keep telling yourself that. From where I sit, you look like you need my help more than you’d like to admit. If you don’t want my help, there’s the door. You can take the clothes with you, consider it proof that big bad bikers really do have a heart.”
She was back to lip nibbling again.My aching dick can’t take much more of this…
Her words were like poison darts, hitting me square in the chest. “And what do you expect in return, huh? For me to drop on my knees and blow you as repayment? I can’t repay you forthis, Clash. Shit, I don’t even have a dime to my name., and I sure as fuck won’t be made into some cheap two cent hooker just to appease whatever inflating ego you got going on. This was a pity purchase… and I don’t need your pity.”
She threw the bag down, and I found her brash response a little refreshing. I don’t know why.
“Damn, and you say I’m full of myself? Honey, look in the mirror. An hour ago, you looked like a dirty street urchin that my dick wouldn’t have touched even if you had begged me for it. I don’t want you, Gina. All I want is for your kid to be safe and not scared for his life. You’re lucky I found you and not the cops. Just imagine what they would’ve done. I’m guessing your husband would love to find out that his wife is dragging his kid through the streets, barely feeding him.”
The air rushed over her palm as it connected with my cheek. The sting was more startling than anything. I knew I crossed a line, but coming back from it now was going to be hard.
“Fuck you!” she screeched. “Don’t worry, Clash, we’ll be leaving first thing in the morning.”
“But, Mommy, I like it here. Mr. Clash is nice, and he bought me new clothes and toys.” He held up the white teddy bear I bought for him at the store and hugged it tightly. “I don’t want to live on the streets anymore.”
Fuck, this kid was literally going to be the death of me.
“Well, Mr. Clash has his own life to live, one that doesn’t involve taking care of us. Thank you for your hospitality, Clash, but like I said, this will be the one and only night we will be spending together.”
“Suit yourself,” I said nonchalantly. “It’s no skin off my back whether you stay or go.”
That wasn’t entirely true. The thought of Gina and Alex finding their way back behind the dumpster made my stomach sick. I barely just met the duo, but their well-being wassomething I actually kind of cared about. Why? I had no fucking idea. But I did care.
Taking a massive bite of food, I shoved some more chicken in my mouth, watching the frustrated woman curiously. It was obvious she didn’t trust me, not that I could actually blame her for it. If I saw me on the street, I’d be scared too. But the desperation in her eyes spoke volumes of why she was actually here. She was tired, hungry, defeated, and all out of options. Her only choice was to come home with me because she knew she wouldn’t have lasted much longer on the streets if she didn’t. Her son was practically wasting away, and she wasn’t looking good either.
She hovered near the table, eyeing the food with hunger in her eyes.
“You should sit down and eat something, Gina.”
“No,” she said defiantly, crossing her arms. “I told you I don’t need your pity.”
“You’re nothing but skin and bones. You need to eat something.”
She shook her head vehemently, obviously not budging. “I’m fine.”
“I said sit down!” I ordered, that gruff tone taking over, and my temper getting the best of me.
With widened eyes, she instantly obeyed, the fight in her waning and fear taking over as she plopped into the seat and picked up her fork with a shaking hand.
Shit, I did it again.I didn’t want to frighten her, I was just angry that she wouldn’t eat, even though I could hear her stomach grumbling from across the room.
I needed to remember to be less brash with my words and a little softer with my tone. “Please,” I added, my tone less menacing. “I don’t want it to get cold.”
