Clotille buried her head in the refrigerator, pretending to clear off a shelf.I want to grab the witch and shove her in here. I hate that he’s letting her touch him when all he does is pull away from me like I’m a leper. I can’t stay here anymore. I need to move us back to the hotel. I can’t stand seeing him giving to other women what he should be giving to me.
“You need me for anything else?” Rock said.
Clotille pulled herself out of the fridge. “No. You can go.”
And much to her disappointment, he did—with Wendy hanging on his arm.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rock’s gaze traveledup and down Clotille’s body, lingering on the roundness of her ass as she bent over and pulled a big pot out of a cupboard.I hate that I fuckin’ want her so much. My goddamned cock has been constantly hard since she got here.He’d done a pretty good job in avoiding being alone with her. Most of the time, it was the three of them, or if Andrew was doing something with one of the brothers, there’d be people around. It’d been safe, but the day before when he’d sat with her by the river, he’d wanted to pull her to him and kiss her. The truth was he’d sought her out and found her by the river. He acted nonchalant but a firestorm was raging inside him. When she’d placed her hand over his, he almost lost it and threw her on the ground, fucking her good and hard.
“I know it won’t taste exactly like back home because I couldn’t find some of the stuff I needed, but I’ll make it work.”
“They’ll love it. You make a fuckin’ awesome gumbo and jambalaya.”
She smiled as she laid out her cooking utensils on the counter. “Remember how much you ate when I made jambalaya at Isa’s house? Charlie wasn’t too far behind you.”
“It fuckin’ kicked ass. It was better than my mother’s, and that’s sayin’ a fuckin’ lot.” The time they spent in Lafayette was damn good, and the way she’d sway her hips to the music when she cooked turned him way the fuck on.She still has a hold of your cock… and your heart.He had to admit that the white-hot anger he felt toward her after she’d told him about Andrew had subsided a lot, especially since she’d brought his son to see him.She’s trying, and I can tell by the way she looks at me that she’s still in love with me. Bringing Andrew without me asking was huge. Can I let her back into my life?As much as he hated to admit it, he missed the hell out of her. He wanted to bury his dick inside her while she wrapped her long legs around his waist, moaning and writhing underneath him.
“Do you want something to drink? I can get you a beer.” She poured a glass of white wine for herself.
“Nah. I gotta go.”I gotta go before I bend you over the counter and pound the fuck outta you.“See you later.” He strode out of the kitchen, went up to the bar, and hopped on a stool. A bottle of Coors and a shot of Jack were placed in front of him. He threw the shot back, the liquor going down smooth. “Fuck, that tastes good,” he said to Rags and Bones, who were seated at the bar chomping on pretzels and drinking beer.
“Nothing like a good shot of Jack,” Rags said.
“So, are you and Clotille together?” Bones asked.
Rock took a long pull on his beer. “Nah. We’re just hanging out because of Andrew. Why?”
“Clark was asking.”
A hot poker seared up his spine. “Who the fuck is Clark? And why the fuck is he asking?”
“You know him. He owns the gas station and convenience store right outside of town. We all go there. He’s a damn nice guy. He noticed Clotille when she came in with you a few times. He thinks she’s real pretty and asked if she was with you. I said I’d ask. I did, and so I’ll let him know she’s available.” Bones grabbed a handful of nuts and popped a few in his mouth.
Rock glared at Bones, the veins on his neck straining against his skin. “You’ll do no fuckin’ thing. She’s not available.”
“She’s got a dude? All the beautiful women are hooked up,” Rags said, and Bones nodded.
“She’s not fuckin’ hooked up. I’m outta here.” He jumped up so hard he knocked his stool over. He was so pissed off.There’s no fuckin’ way Clotille’s hooking up with any man. And this Clark fuck better back off. No one’s taking her.He stormed out of the great room, Rags and Bones’s guffaws grating on his nerves.
He marched into the kitchen but it was empty, the large pot of gumbo simmering away on one of the burners. Sprinting up the stairs two at a time until he reached his room, he opened his door and Clotille yelped. She stood in the middle of the room in her bra and panties, trying to cover herself with her sweater.
His stare washed over her from head to toe. “Why’re you hiding your body from me?”
Red stained her cheeks. “You startled me.”
“You’re not anymore. Let me see your body. It’s not like I never have.”
She shook her head. “We’re not like that anymore. You can’t just come in here and ask to see me, then walk out and take up with one of the club girls. That isn’t the way it works with me.”
“Who told you I was fucking the club women?”
“I can see what’s going on. You left with Wendy yesterday. I don’t have to have a high IQ to figure it out.”
He walked to her and traced his finger down her jawline. “So you figured out I was screwing Wendy?” She nodded. “There’s no way,chérie. The only one I’ve banged in the last four months is you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You expect me to believe that?”
