“You know, you act like you’re innocent in all this, but we both know better,” I snap without thinking.
Birdie jerks around so quickly, her hair smacks her in the face.She glowers at me with her hands on her curvy hips.“What did you just say?”
Her low tone should have warned me, but I really like to dance on top of those danger signs.
I fold my arms over my chest and lean back in my chair.“You’re acting like I’m the only one who did something wrong seven years ago.”
“Oh, really?Do tell,Apollonos,” she snarls.
“The twins.”
Birdie raises a brow, ire building in her eyes.
I shove back my chair and smack my hand against the counter, my lips drawing back.
“You kept my motherfucking kids from me,” I roar, my nostrils flaring with each heavy breath.
Birdie flinches, but she doesn’t back away from my anger.What does my woman do?She grabs a fucking drinking glass from the counter and chucks it at me.
If I wasn’t so experienced in dodging weapons, she’d have nailed me in the fucking head.Instead, it smashes against the far wall and shatters into fragments.
My dick really shouldn’t be as hard as it is right now.
“You didn’t want them,” she screams back.
Her words punch against me, the force of them caving a hole in my chest.
“Bull fucking shit!I’ve always wanted kids with you.I fucked up, Birdie.Shit.I get it, okay.I broke your heart, but you had no goddamn right to keep them from me.You should have let me know.”
“What are you talking about, you idiot?I did tell you.”
My abrasive laughter slams against the walls of the kitchen before bouncing back toward us.“Sure, you did.”
Her temper rises to match mine as we charge toward one another.“I called the stupid clubhouse because everyone else had me fucking blocked,” she screams in my face.
“Stop lying!If you called my club, they would have told me.”
Birdie’s hands smack against my chest and she shoves me, her body following mine to do it again.“You stop lying!”
Our bodies are so close together that her tits rest against my chest and her breath tickles my lips.My eyes drop to her mouth as our breathing picks up.The heat in the kitchen rises between us as we stare wantonly at each other.
I don’t know which of us moves first.Her hands end up in my hair as mine land on her ass while our mouths attack each other savagely.
Our kiss is violent, neither of us willing to give an inch.We’re both too pissed off at the other.
Hunger so dark and dangerous slithers up my spine as I walk her backwards until her back hits the wall.
She drags her mouth from mine, her eyes shooting angry sparks at me.“I hate you.”
I gnash my teeth at her.“Fucking hate you too, little mama.”
Our words say one thing while our tone and bodies say another.
The straps of her camisole snap under my impatient hands, and then her tits bounce free.One of my hands leaves her ass to curl around her throat as I drop my mouth to her dusky pink nipple.
I twirl my tongue around it before biting down, not letting up until she gives me that delicious cry of pleasure.Then I kiss it gently before moving to the other.
“I hate you,” she chants brokenly.
