Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

their lip lock as Teeny stood up and made her way in my direction toward the bar. My eyes instantly dropping to her swelling cleavage and rounded hips. I’d never wanted to bang a chick more than once in my life; it was confusing. On one hand, I figured it was because she was in my life so much. I mean, of course I would want more, she was without a doubt the best lay I’d had, not to mention she was a great girl. On the other hand, perhaps I was just turning into a pussy.
    Mace’s voice behind me drew me out of my thoughts “You gonna stare all night or do something about it?” he asked as he clapped me on the shoulder, leaned over the bar and ordered a beer.
    My eyes still trained to Teeny’s short green dress. The shoes she was wearing made her legs look unbelievably long. Shrugging my shoulders was the only answer I had for Mace. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do about the whole cockeyed situation.
    “You look really happy. You’re one damn lucky bastard that woman said yes to your stupid ass,” I told him with a smile. “Though I still don’t understand why you’d wanna be all wifed up”
    “Happy doesn’t even scratch the surface; Scar’s everything I’ll ever need. You’ll get it one day, little brother”. His face went from the soft expression he held when talking about Scar to a small smile. “Probably the day you can put your dick away for five minutes and look at what’s in front of you,” he answered, nodding his head toward an approaching Teeny.
    “Don’t you fuckin start too, you sound like Ma. Teeny can’t stand me. Besides, I like my dick outta my pants; it finds all kinds of fun shit to do.” Mace adjusted his arm in his sling and took a step off to the side leaning against the bar facing the party. No doubt looking for Scar; those two were practically attached at the hip.
    I ordered another scotch and a vodka tonic, pushing it in front of Teen as she stepped up to the bar. She looked down at it and sniffed. A look of disgust crossed her pretty face as she pushed the glass aside. “Can I have a ginger ale please?” she asked the bartender.
    Sick of her testy attitude, I called her on it. “What the fuck did I do to you?”
    She turned toward me, her face hardening and sneered, “You’ve done enough!”
    “Oh, princess, I haven’t even started on what I want to do to you,” I told her, the honest answer leaving my mouth before my brain could filter it. Her face crumpled and she turned and raced toward the restrooms.
    Fuck this shit .
    I was gonna find out what her problem was with me if it killed me. I downed the last of my drink and pushed off from the bar. “Hold up, bud, I’ll walk with you. Scar’s takin too long.”
    With a nod, we both made our way across the busy room, avoiding grabby aunties as we went.
    The moment I stepped around the corner into the long walkway, I came to an abrupt halt. A mixture of emotions hit me all at once; jealousy, anger, protectiveness and something that made my chest tight.
    Scar’s voice drifted to my ears, “The stress isn’t good for the baby, sweetie, you need to tell him.”
    Teeny stood there, her back to us, Scarlett holding the tops of her arms. The second Scar lifted her gaze, her eyes flicked around and a whispered, “Oh shit!” escaped her lips.
    Teeny spun around, tears marking her face with an audible gasp, her hand went to her stomach along with my gaze.
    WHAT THE FUCK!
    I hesitated to move closer, annoyed she hadn’t felt like she could tell me. I mean she wasn’t seeing anyone but the dude who knocked her up, he better step up and help her or I’d beat the crap outta him. A shadow of anger at the thought of her being in somebody else’s bed, having somebody else’s hands on her body, those lips around somebody else’s—I shook my head to clear my shitty and confusing train of thought.
    I took a few big strides putting myself in front of her small frame and asked, “Whose is it?”
    Teeny’s body went stiff, her face void of all emotion. Her hand pressed tighter to her stomach. She turned to walk away, but I reached out and gripped her free hand stopping her escape.
    “Whose kid is it?” Mace’s hand connected with the back of my head. “What the hell, dude?”
    “Dumbass!” he muttered, taking a step toward Scar and Teen. His insult rolled off my back; I didn’t care if I was being an ass. I wanted to make sure Teeny’s guy was gonna take care of her.
    “Fuck you!” she whispered, not