Page 37 of Perdition (Unchained Hearts #4)

TWENTY-TWO

Holy fuck, his woman was a goddamn naughty vision!

“Holy shit, Prez,” Locust murmured, his wide, appreciative eyes pinned to Emily across the bar. “What the hell is she wearing?”

The man needed to shut the fuck up. Just because he was committed to Nadia didn’t mean shit—he was still a man with eyes Frost wanted to pluck from his skull from even looking at Emily.

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Frost growled, his gaze devouring Emily’s costume from the tips of her chunky saddle shoes to her bare, mile-long legs, to the short as fuck pleated plaid skirt, to her short-sleeved, white button down with the top buttons undone to reveal the tops of her lush breasts.

She was a feast for the eyes. A feast he wanted to lay on the table, then pull up a chair, spread her legs, and dig right in, eating and eating and eating until he was full and she was limp with exhaustion and pleasure.

“She looks like purity and filth rolled into one dirty, dirty package,” Cluster offered, obviously uncaring of the danger to his life.

Turning to glare at the asshole, Frost nearly missed Em throwing back her head in laughter.

His heart stopped, his breath caught, and his balls turned to fucking boulders in his jeans.

Goddamn….

When the was last time he’d heard her laughter?

And that, there, was telling. His woman hadn’t been happy in a long time, and he had been so caught up in Sarah and his infatuation with what he believed to be innocent, that he’d missed his wife losing the light and joy from her life.

He’d missed her blue eyes dimming, her smile thinning, and that belly-deep laugh had been replaced by mocking silence.

And he’d missed seeing it all.

The urge to march over to her, wrap her in his arms, and hold her pressed into his chest until their heartbeats synced was overwhelming.

His arms ached with the need to hold her, to kiss her, and to be the one making her laugh. Bringing her that joy.

Damn, he fucked up but good.

She laughed at something Val said and, once again, everything in within him seemed to stop, to pause in awe of her.

Her blonde hair was up in a sloppy bun, but several strands had some loose to frame her sexy neck and flushed face.

Goddamn that neck needed his lips, his teeth, his mark.

His mouth watered, his teeth aching, at the thought of marking his woman so every motherfucker in the bar could see she was claimed. Owned.

And he wanted Sgt. Jackass standing on the other side of the bar to get the fucking message.

No, Frost wasn’t the only man appreciating his woman in her filthy schoolgirl costume, and that was already making him see red.

But once he saw that that motherfucking Em chasing pig was there, staring at his woman like she was slop and he wanted to roll around in her, Frost wanted to set the whole fucking bar on fire with Sgt. Dickless still inside.

“Looks like someone is getting a little too intense,” Locust drawled, his eyes glinting with mirth and mischief. “If you glare at him any harder he’s going to arrest you for assault.”

Frost snarled. “He needs to stop looking at her like he has any fucking chance of having her.”

“He doesn’t?” Redtube asked, his mouth in a smirk Frost wanted to wiped right of his dumb face.

“No the fuck he doesn’t! He’d not much older than our son—and Em knows better than to let another man touch what’s mine.”

Right, just like you know better than to let another woman touch what’s hers.

And as if God hadn’t already burned his ass with holy fire, the object of his greatest shame came striding through the door, looking all sorts of troubling.

It took a single glance to know that woman wasn’t there to have fun with her friends and let the drama go. Not only had Sarah come in alone, but she’d spotted him and was making her way toward him, intent and poison in her eyes.

Beside him, Patriot spat, “What the fuck is she doing here?”

“Nothing good,” Redtube added.

Earlier, Redtube had discovered something interesting, and Frost was still seething with it.

It explained something that had been troubling him, and he couldn’t wait to hand that bitch all the consequences that came with fucking with the Unchained MC.

Frost was angry as hell at this woman’s fucking audacity.

Just that morning, he’d had Tony Dos collect her shit and toss it on the other side of the compound gates. Then, he’d called for emergency Church, told them about Sarah’s trip to Emily’s store and all the shit she said, and then called for a vote to have Sarah removed from the club.

It was unanimous. Sarah was out, and not a single person there had felt her loss.

When Frost called her to the common room to inform her of her forced departure, she simply smiled, waved, and sauntered out of the building.

Fool for him thinking that was that, and she’s just go on about her life without looking back.

Because here she was, standing in front of him, looking like trouble brewed, dark and strong, and ready to pour out.

Before Sarah could reach him, Em was there in all her dirty schoolgirl glory, wrapping her arm around him, and pressing the plump breasts against his side.

Fuck! She fit against him like a piece of him that been missing was now whole.

She was soft, warm, and her scent—goddammit!

She smelled like honey and lavender, and her breath smiled like the Moscow Mule she’d been drinking.

He wanted to bend down, sip at her lips until all he could taste was his Emily.

He wanted to get drunk on her until all his senses were drowning in her.

His heart pounding, his body burning to melt into hers, he wrapped his arm around her, gripping her hip and holding her to him like a lifeline.

And just like that, his dream came true—Em pushed up to her tip toes, and kissed him.

Shocked didn’t cover it, but he recovered quickly.

Growling, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, and dove in.

Tongue, teeth, hunger—he ravaged her mouth like a man dying, because he was. He’d been dying without her.

Emily groaned, opening her mouth, and wrapping her right arm around his neck, desperately holding on to him.

Every inch of him rejoiced; his woman was kissing him, and he could finally breathe again.

His mouth ravished her, taking, giving, their kiss was the kiss of long-lost lovers, reunited.

Around them, the noise of the bar quieted, the world disappeared, and emotions—storm tossed and visceral—fed on one another until the only thing he could do was pour into her every fear, sorrow, regret, and determined hope.

Someone cleared their throat, making Em stiffen, then pull away, cutting him off from their kiss…his air supply.

Silently cursing, he let Em drop to her heels, his gaze intent on her face. She was more flushed than before, her lips swollen, her eyes glassy, and she was trying to get her breathing under control.

She pressed her lips together, a sign her knew to mean she was flustered. Good. He was too, goddammit!

The urge to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the office to continue their kiss—and then slide inside her for the first time in too long—was so strong his muscles were twitching with the strain to hold himself in place.

Peering down at Sarah with wrath in his eyes, he sneered, “I thought I told you to get the fuck out of town.”

Sarah, glaring murder at Emily, seemed to flip the switch from crazy to sane in a blink. The woman pouted, batting her eyelashes at him like he hadn’t just spoken, and she hadn’t been eyeing Em for a place to stick the knife.

Sarah’s gaze moved from Frost to Emily, who hadn’t moved a millimeter. Her lips curling, her eyes darkening with twisted humor, she cooed, “I know you didn’t mean it, baby. You’re just mad because I was forced to tell your house cow the truth about us.”

The desire to kill had never risen so hard and fast—and he’d been seen some shit in the service that would make any man homicidal.

“Em already knows the truth, Sarah, not the bullshit you’ve been spouting.”

For a moment, Sarah’s smile dropped, the coyness falling away to reveal the wicked witch beneath—but then the mask was back in place.

“That’s not the truth, Frost, and you know it. You and me, we belong together, and you just won’t admit it because she’s here, and you’re trying to spare her feeling because she got fat having your kids.”

Em gasped, her body trembling—but it wasn’t with fear but rather anger. His wife was pissed as hell, he couldn’t blame her; he was pissed as hell, too.

Emily wasn’t fat—fuck no—she was lush and juicy, like a perfectly ripe peach, warm from the sun, soft flesh, and when you bite into it, the juices run down your chin.

Em was the sweetest most delicious most addicting woman he could have ever imagined.

And the best part? She’d only gotten more beautiful, more splendorous, and more amazing with age.

There wasn’t an ounce of that woman that he didn’t adore.

And it was his fault she no longer believed that.

Every muscle in his body locked as he peered down at the woman he’d once been fooled into caring about…and he hated her with every fiber of his being.

“Get the fuck out of my bar,” he snarled, planting his boot in the floor when he’d much rather be planting it in her chest. Never in his life had he wanted to do violence to a woman, until that moment. No one talked shit about his wife, especially to his face.

Sarah rolled her eyes, huffing, completely uncaring of the menace seeping from every male within reach of her neck.

“It isn’t like I haven’t said this before, and you didn’t mind then.”

Em stiffened, trying to pull away from him, but he held her right where she was. He was never letting her go again, especially when he knew she was upset.

Fuck if I’m gonna let her run off and cut me out again.

He’d only just gotten her to even be in the same room as him—and she was letting him touch her, hold her, kiss her—and he would damn well have that mouth again before the night was over. So fuck Sarah and her lies and delusions.

“You never insulted Em to my face, otherwise you’d never gotten a chance to get your claws into a second of my time,” Frost spat, but Sarah just carried on like she hadn’t heard him.

“And this isn’t your bar; it’s a public place,” Sarah remarked, like she just won the whole conversation.

“Called it,” Stephie shouted as she came to stand by Horde, who was hanging back at the table, beer in hand, gaze on the group.

The man wasn’t a club officer, but he was still one of Frost’s most trusted men.

Frost knew Horde was watching, waiting to step in and handle things if they got out of hand.

With Sarah, there was no telling what she had planned.

The scales had dropped from his eyes, and he now saw her for what she was: Mad Dog’s little spy.

Thank fuck Redtube was the master of digging up the truth.

Turning to face Stephie…and Val and Cilla and Nadia—Em’s girls—Sarah crossed her arms and lifted her chin in the air. A defensive stance. The woman finally realized she was in trouble, not like she acted like it in that next second.

“Looks like all the club bitches are here—good!” Sarah snapped, making Horde move out of the shadows, Patriot draw back his shoulders, Locust to grunt and glare daggers, and Redtube to smirk knowingly. The man knew what was coming because he’d done the dirty work.

“And why is that? You think you’re better than us or something?” Nadia asked, moving to stand beside Locust who tucked her into his side.

Cilla and Val went to their men as well, creating a wall of couples who were all casting looks of disgust and anger at the interloper.

The traitor.

Sarah swallowed nervously, making Frost think she just might call it quits and get the fuck out of there while she still had a chance. Then, she opened her mouth again.

“I am better than you—Frost is mine, which makes me the queen fucking bee of this club.”

“Oh hell no, you crazy bitch,” Emily growled, pushing away from Frost to step right up to Sarah.

Sarah was younger than Em, but that was her only advantage—not that it would do any good now that Emily was pissed.

“First of all, these women are a million times better than you will ever be—they’re loyal, beautiful, kind, and fucking sane!

Second, you might think you’re queen of this club but I guarantee not a single brother would piss on you if you were on fire—and I’m the one who lit the match. ”

Her eyes glimmered with blue flames, her cheeks were flushed with anger, and the way she was standing—hands on her hips, tits pushed out, legs planted slightly apart, like she was getting ready to kick some ass, made him harder than he ever remembered being.

Dear God, she was glorious when she was truly pissed.

A slow, knowing smile spread over his face, curling his lips.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. They love me, especially Frost—we’ve been fucking for months!”

Emily hissed, shaking her head. “Frost may be an asshole, but he isn’t a cheater.”

His gaze snapped to Em, his heart racing.

Did she believe that? Was she saying that just to make Sarah angry, or did she actually mean what she said?

Lord, please, let this be real.

Sarah leaned forward, practically pushing her nose into Emily’s chest, as Emily was several inches taller than Sarah.

“Now you’re just being delusional—he and I have been fucking since I got here. How else would I know about the tattoo, the mole, and the scar on his dick?” Sarah squealed, crossing her arms like she’d just made a point.

Someone choked, and another someone muttered, “What the hell, dude? What tattoo?”

That was Redtube, who was particularly sensitive about tattoos, since he got the spot right over his dick tattooed with Val’s name. He wanted to be the only one with a dick tatt—it was a point of pride , the moron.

“I have no idea how you know about those things, but I do know that Frost would never stick his dick anywhere near your diseased, stretched out holes,” Emily deadpanned, and Sarah gasped, acting all affronted and shit, like how dare anyone besmirch her purity, or some shit.

The woman was flat out crazy.

Again, Redtube spoke, this time his voice held nothing but scorn. “I can tell you how she knew about the scar and tattoo.”

Suddenly, Redtube slid up behind Em, peering down at Sarah over Em’s shoulder, making the smaller woman snap her mouth shut.

Yeah, she knew her reckoning was coming.

Fucking finally.