Heart-On: Turf Wars #2, Bella Jewel [ebook reader screen txt] 📗

it’s not going to fly either. “Honey, both you and I know you have to be able to follow through with that lie. Can you follow through with it? Really?”

Hera crosses her arms in a huff. “Yes, I can prove it. I’ll...I’ll prove it.”

I smile. “Well, it’s your lucky day, I have a pregnancy test right here. I can go and get it, and you can prove it.”

Her face pales. “I can’t...I can’t right now.”

I purse my lips. “Oh, why ever not?”

She glares at me. “I don’t need to pee.”

“I’m sure we’ve got some juice you can have, don’t we, babe?”

I look to Adan who has gone a little pale at Hera’s outburst. He’s a man. I can’t say I blame him. They don’t tend to think too much about how these things work. A woman says she’s pregnant and he loses his shit.

“Babe,” I say, clicking my fingers. “It’s not true.”

He looks at me. “What?”

“It’s not true.”

He looks confused. “How do you know?”

“I just do. Isn’t that right, Hera?” I say, glancing back at her.

She turns and rushes off with a huff.

We watch her get into her car and disappear.

“What the fuck just happened?” Adan mutters, a little distressed.

“She tried the oldest trick in the book, and I called her out on it. She knew she wasn’t pregnant and if she had to take a test, it would say no. Any girl ever tries that on you, you don’t let her leave until she has peed on a stick because guaranteed, she’ll find a man to knock her up and claim it’s yours.”

Adan stares at me, shocked. “You have a pregnancy test here?”

I laugh. “No. But she didn’t know that. It worked. She high-tailed it.”

“Fuck. I’ll never understand you women.”

I grin, going up onto my tiptoes and kissing him. “Don’t even try to, honey. It’ll get you nowhere.”

He follows me back into the house, where I finish up making dinner.

“Can’t believe she tried to drop that one on me,” Adan mutters to himself as he drinks another beer while watching me cook. “If you weren’t here, I’d probably have believed it.”

“Well, think yourself lucky I was here.”

“Fuckin’ lucky, alright.”

He stands and walks around the kitchen bench, pulling me into his arms. He kisses me, long and deep, and then presses my body against the counter as his mouth trails down my neck. “My chicken will burn,” I murmur, dropping my head back to enjoy just a second of his lips moving over my skin.

“Fuck the chicken.”

I laugh, pushing him back with my hands on his chest. “We cannot fuck the chicken. I put a lot of effort into this chicken.”

I didn’t, actually. I cut it up and poured some sauce on it.

His eyes get all lusty. “You keep cookin’ then. I’ll just fuck you from behind.”

“As if that’ll work,” I say, shaking my head and turning back to stir the chicken. “I’ll be distracted in a second.”

He comes up behind me, hard cock poking into my bottom as his mouth finds my neck once more. His hand reaches around, cupping my breast, and goddammit, I’m distracted already. “Babe,” I murmur. “You have to stop.”

“Can’t. I need to fuck you. So fuckin’ bad.”

“We fucked this morning,” I whimper when his hand goes beneath my shirt, his warm palm trailing over my flesh.

“And we’ll fuck again now.”

“Adan...”

“Ramona.”

“Ugh, you’re so frustrat...ohhh.”

His other hand slips down my shorts and there he finds me wet. His mouth stays on my neck as he jerks my shorts down. Then, just like he promised, he fucks me from behind. He does it with his cock riding deep, his hands roaming my flesh, his mouth nipping at my neck, his hard body pressing me into the counter. Oh yes, Adan fucks me like he always fucks me.

Perfectly.

24

“Are bikers always so dicky?” Poppy asks, stirring something in a massive barrel out the back of the clubhouse.

“Oh, one hundred percent,” Eve answers her, watching intently as she beings the process of making money.

I’ve never seen money made. I know you can get into a lot of shit for it, but I’m confident that half of what the bikers do would get them into a lot of shit, so I try not to think too much about it. Besides, it’s super awesome to see and I don’t have to go anywhere near it, so it’s not bothering me.

“Why do you two like them so much? Let me guess, they’ve got big dicks. It could be the only reason.”

I laugh. “That, amongst other things. They grow on you.”

Poppy looks at me. “I fail to see how. All Beckett does is grunt at me. I’ve questioned if he even learned the English language, but he assured me he knows it...with a grunt of course.”

We both laugh.

Poppy grins.

“Tell us how you got into this,” I ask her, curious.

Poppy shrugs. “Had a rough life, you know. Same old story. Shitty parents, shitty home life, thrown in the system...learned a thing or two.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Eve says, genuinely.

“Don’t be,” Poppy says, waving it off. “Toss me that can there.”

Eve hands her the can of god-knows-what, and she pours it into the barrel. God, it smells awful.

“Life gives you lemons,” Poppy goes on, “you drop those motherfuckers on the ground, stomp them to death and grow a god damned banana tree. Because fuck lemons.”

I laugh. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

Poppy grins at me. “I say it how it is. You can’t help it.”

Eve grins. “Have you got a man, Poppy?”

“Sweet fuck no,” Poppy scrunches up her nose. “Those things are too much work. Not even cock is worth the shit that comes with them.”

“What about Beckett,” I grin, wiggling my brows.

“Look, Beckett’s ridiculously handsome, but that’s about it. I don’t have time for men. I’ve got a whole lot of shit I want to do with my life. Men have ruined that enough for me thus far. I’m going to give it a go on my own.”

“You’re