Eagle pulls into the restaurant parking lot and shifts the truck into park, but doesn’t turn the engine off immediately. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I shift my gaze over to him, waiting to see what he’s going to say next.
He lifts his hand from my knee, cupping my cheek as his thumb slides over my bottom lip, tugging it from my teeth’s grasp. His eyes follow the path as he licks his own lips. He inhales a deep breath then releases it in a whoosh.
“He won’t hurt me and he definitely won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about. He’ll be cooled down by the time he gets home. Knew he’d be pissed when he discovered this. It’ll be all good, mi corazon, don’t worry, yeah?”
“Santiago,” I exhale.
He shakes his head, leaning forward slightly. His lips touch mine in just a slight brush and I feel his breath wash over my face when he doesn’t move away immediately. “Trust your man, Della. I’m going to take care of you and our baby.”
“Our?” I gasp.
He grunts, his mouth touching mine, but he doesn’t kiss me, instead he speaks. “Yeah, ours. Baby’s gonna have my last name. Baby’s mine, don’t matter who planted it inside of you, that kid’s mine. You’re mine.”
I lift my hand, wrapping my fingers around his wrist at the side of my face, as my eyes flutter closed and I press my mouth hard against his. He growls, his fingers flexing and digging deeper into my flesh as I run my tongue along the seam of his lips.
His tongue responds almost immediately and I let out a long moan as he takes over the kiss. I don’t know how long we stay there, his fingers digging into my skin, his tongue fucking my mouth, his other hand gripping the steering wheel, probably the only way he can control himself from taking this, taking us, farther in this moment, in the front of his single cab pickup truck.
Santiago rips his mouth from mine, we’re both panting, our eyes locked in on one another’s. He licks his lips and my gaze dips down to watch before I lift it back up to meet his. He chuckles but otherwise stays quiet, then he finally speaks.
“Let’s go inside, get this lunch taken care of so that I can fuck my wife.”
My eyes widen and my lips twitch into a small smile. “Finally,” I sigh.
He smirks. “Yeah, mi corazon, finally.”
Without another word, his hand falls from me and I watch as he jumps out of the truck. A few moments later he’s at my side, opening the door for me.
I’m surprised when he holds out his hand and helps me down from the pickup. Together, once again, we walk hand-in-hand and make our way into the restaurant where I know the other couples are waiting.
Once we’re inside, I see that they already have a table and some waters in front of them. I can feel my face heat and I know without a doubt that it’s turned pink with embarrassment. Nobody says a word as Eagle helps me by pulling out a chair and guides me by pushing both me and the chair closer to the table.
Bellarosa and Presley are sitting across from me, the men sitting on the other side of the table and Eagle sitting right next to me. His hand settles on my thigh and I feel his fingers squeeze in an attempt to calm me, to ease my nervousness.
The men start to talk, but all I can do is stare at my menu. I like Bellarosa and Presley, but they aren’t my friends. I don’t know what to say, or what to talk about. Then, I remember that Presley bought the dress and shoes that I’m wearing. My head quickly snaps up and I meet her gaze from across the table.
“I just wanted to say thank you for the dress and shoes. They’re beautiful and perfect,” I murmur, my voice much softer than normal.
She smiles, looking at me much kinder than she should. Then she reaches across the table and takes my hand in hers. I feel her fingers squeeze mine in a gentle embrace. Keeping my gaze focused on hers, I feel my eyes tearing up again.
This woman.
She doesn’t have to be nice to me, I know that they were together when I gave Silver that blowjob all those months ago. The guilt has eaten at me for months about that. I’m never going to tell her though, no matter what.
They’re in love, she’s just a few months away from giving birth to their baby, and that man is head over heels in love with her.
Sometimes the pain of knowing someone’s past, even if it involves you, it’s too much to bear. Plus, as far as I know, he’s never done anything with anyone else after that moment with me.
“How are you doing?” she asks.
Shifting my gaze from Eagle to her, I shrug one shoulder. “I think I’m going to be really happy,” I state. “But I’m scared,” I truthfully admit.
Her eyes move from me to Eagle, then down to Silver before they come back to me. “It’s normal,” she says with a smile. “This life is scary. The commitment you’ve just made to it and to him is terrifying. If anyone gets it, it’s us.”
“You’re strong, though. You may not think that you are, but I see it deep inside of you,” Bellarosa announces. Then her lips turn up into a smile. “You’re one of us now, please don’t be afraid to be our friend, Della.”
“I-I’m not though,” I say.
She shakes her head, but it’s Presley who speaks first. “But you are, always have been really. You were meant to find the man for you. I’m glad that you have.”
We don’t talk about it anymore, in fact, they change the subject and start asking me about my pregnancy and the baby. Since they’re both pregnant themselves, it’s kind of nice to be able to talk about it all and ask them questions without feeling completely stupid.
All in all, it’s the absolute opposite of any wedding reception my mother would have insisted on and it’s exactly everything that I could dream up for myself. A small intimate group of friends, some laughs, some cheers, the men drinking and the women chatting before we play pool and just have a no-drama-good-time.
Each moment of my life that has had to do with the Savage Beasts, is where I was meant to be. When Wolfe and Silver brought me to the club, I knew that it was where I was supposed to be, that it was my new home.
Then getting pregnant shook everything up. I went back to my parents and thought that maybe I could stay there, but it didn’t feel right, I didn’t know what I was going to do, but being drug back to the clubhouse by Jaguar, I felt it again as soon as I walked through the doors. I knew without a doubt that the clubhouse, the club, it was my home, but I wasn’t sure in what capacity, especially with the pregnancy.
But everything has changed. Right here, right now, with Eagle’s ring on my finger, for the first time in my life, I feel at peace. Maybe it’s a false sense of tranquility, maybe it will all come crashing down around me and on top of me.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
Then again, maybe everything has led up to this moment, this scene, this time, and this man.
Chapter Eighteen
EAGLE
Dragon shakes my hand, then Silver follows suit and does the same. But they don’t walk away from me. Instead, they stand there, as if they both have something to say, but neither of them speaks right away. I’m just about to ask them what the fuck they want when Dragon finally clears his throat.
“Jag knows. I’m assuming he contacted you?”
“Yeah,” I grunt.
He nods. “Hopefully he’s cooled down by the time he gets home, but if he’s not, we gotta have a plan.”
“My plan is to beat his ass if he comes anywhere near me with his shit. How about that?” I spit.
Dragon shakes his head, then Silver takes a step toward me. “Still your brother, no matter what the fuck has happened. He’s angry, feels betrayed by all of us. We’re happy for you two, believe that, but Jaguar is lost inside of his own controlling anger issues.”
Shaking my head, I lift my arm and rub my hand across my buzzed short hair. “Della deserves to have something good in her life. Shit parents, shit situation with Jag. I’m gonna give her the good in life and I ain’t about to have that fucker mess it up. Not now, not ever. He starts to act fucking crazy and
I will put him in his place.”
Without another word, I turn from them. “See you later tonight,” Silver calls out.
Lifting my hand, I give him a two-fingered motion behind my back and make my way toward Della and the other women. When I arrive to their small circle, I slide my hand around her waist and dip my chin, touching my lips to the shell of her ear.
“Let’s go home, nena,” I murmur.
She hums as she nods her head. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”
“What’s tomorrow?” I ask, lifting my head to look up to Presley.
“Saturday and we’re going to take Della shopping. She said almost everything in the house is your mom’s, figured she’d want to put her own touch on it.” Presley shrugs.
I don’t say anything. She’s right. Everything is my mom’s, but I never imagined that Della would want to change it all, in fact, I didn’t think much about it. Everything is old and dusty, needs to be thrown away and new shit put in its place.
“Cancel that. We’ll talk about it and go from there,” I say.
My tone is harsher than I intend, but I’m thinking about all the shit that I need to do to get the house livable for Della, wondering if it would just be easier to sell it as is and buy something newer.
Della jumps but doesn’t say anything. Instead, I release her and watch as she hugs the other women, telling them goodbye. She turns to face me but doesn’t look me in the eyes. I’m sure she thinks I’m pissed about something, but she’d be dead fucking wrong.
Lacing my fingers with hers, I guide her outside and together, we walk toward my truck. Once I help her inside, I make my way over to the driver’s side and climb inside. Starting the engine, I shift the truck into reverse and head toward home.
“I don’t have to change anything. It’s…” she begins, but I hold up my hand to stop her from talking further.
Shaking my head, I smile as I let out a small chuckle. “That shit is all old, and nothing in that house holds sentimental value, especially not any old furniture there. Do you want to remodel or sell it and buy something different?”
She’s silent for a moment, I should pull the truck over to talk to her, but my cock is aching beneath my jeans, pressing against the zipper with anticipation of what’s to come as soon as we walk our asses inside the house.
“I don’t… are you sure because I can make it work, Santiago.”
Snorting, I turn down my street. “Nena, my mama bought all that shit years ago. I don’t clean so I know it’s all dusty as fuck. The kitchen needed to be updated when she bought the place, so did the bathrooms. I know it’s old, outdated and is a fuckin’ mess. You want to keep the house, we’ll gut that bitch. You want something new, we can go and look.”
“I… wow,” she breathes. “Maybe we can look, find something with more than one bathroom?”
Chuckling, I reach across the truck and wrap my fingers around her thigh. “Yeah, nena. More than one bathroom would be good. That house is paid off and I don’t spend a lot of money, so we have more than enough for whatever you want, within reason.”
We’re both silent the rest of the drive. Pulling into the driveway, I look at the house. It’s small, too small for a growing family. It’s old, and I’ve been shit at taking care of it. I’m sure the neighbors will be glad to see a new family take over this place and give it the proper yard and care that it deserves.
Turning to face Della, I smile. “This place doesn’t mean shit to me. It’s not for a family. It needs work. There are only a few sentimental things that I would even want from it and one of them is on your finger. So, to sell it, doesn’t mean much to me. It’s gone. Find the house you want and fill it with the furniture that you want. Whatever, mi corazon, it’s yours.”
“Why?” she breathes.
“This between us, I want it to work. You deserve your own shit. We’re starting a life together and we’re going to do it the right way.”
She nods, but I watch as she sucks her bottom lip in her mouth as her gaze travels to the floor. Instead of sitting in the truck talking about it more, I climb out and head toward the passenger side of the truck.
Wrenching open the door, I unbuckle her seatbelt, then slide my arms beneath her and lift her out of the pickup. Turning around, I march her up the walkway, then twist the doorknob and push the front door open before I step over the threshold and use my boot to slam it closed behind me.
Neither of us speaks as I walk her back toward the bedroom. Slowly, I let her body slide down against my own. I want to drop her on the bed, but I know that I can’t be as rough as I want.
Della doesn’t just need tender, she fucking deserves it. I doubt she’s ever been fucked with anything other than raw want and physical desire. She’s never been cherished, never been shown how much a man desires the woman that is her.
She begins to sink to her knees, but I reach out and cup her cheek, shaking my head. “Not tonight, mi corazon. Next time,” I grunt. “This afternoon, this is all about you. Wanna make you come so much you can’t imagine being with anyone else ever again.”
“Santiago,” she gasps.
I snort. “Fuck, Della. When you say my name like that, makes me so fuckin’ hard. I’m branding you from the inside today. Keeping you branded too, babe. Your world changes from today onward. I plan on unleashing that woman deep inside of you, watching her burst through and consume the woman that you think you are.”
“What if she doesn’t exist?” she asks, looking so fucking doubtful.
Sliding my hand through her hair, gently grasping the strands, I tug her head back and touch my mouth to the center of her throat before I speak against the flesh of her skin.
“She’s there, nena. I can fucking sense her, feel her, smell her. We’ll dig her up, feed her. I can’t wait to watch her grow, blossom, develop—come alive.”
DELLA
Santiago’s words are too much. He expects too much from me. He wants me to be a better person than I think I am. He thinks that there’s more to me, more than the girl who is addicted to physical release. More than a whore. He doesn’t realize, I’m not Bellarosa. I had a choice in becoming a clubwhore, I chose it.
I don’t know that this whole claimed Old Lady thing is going to work for me, if I’ll be able to be with just one man, but he believes it’s possible. I want it to be, for him, for us—for this baby and all of our futures. I’m just not sure if I’m actually capable.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmurs as his lips travel up the side of my neck to just behind my ear.
I shiver with need, my nipples pebbled as they press against my bra. My eyes close as I let out a long exhale. Reaching forward, I wrap my hands around his biceps and dig my nails into his arms. Inwardly, I beg for him to touch me, to make me come, to do all the things that he’s promised me, times two.
Slowly, I feel his fingers slide up my arms over the top of the long lace sleeves. It does nothing but make me want more, it makes me need the touch of his flesh against my skin. Another shiver shimmies up my spine as I anticipate what’s to come.
Once his hands are at my bare shoulders, I let out a moan at the feel of his warm fingers against my bare skin. Slowly, his hands move down to the neckline of my dress and without a single word, he tugs at the fabric and it flutters to the floor around my feet.
My nails dig into his bicep even harder. He grunts as his hands reach around my back and quickly unhooks and tosses my bra to the side. Santiago walks forward, backing me up to the bed until the backs of my knees touch it and I’m forced to fall to my ass with a bounce.
My hands fall from his arms. Looking up at him through my lashes, I watch as his gaze goes from alert to completely lazy. He licks his lips as he watches me.
Neither of us moves right away, our eyes are locked in on one another’s, probably both waiting for the other to make the first move.
Without speaking, I watch as he sinks to his knees right in front of me. This time I can’t stop the gasp from es
caping my lips as he settles. I bite the corner of my lip as his hands reach for the inside of my knees and he spreads my thighs wide.
“Feet on the railing,” he gently demands.
I love his raspy voice, the way he demands without being harsh. Lifting my feet, I place them on the bed’s side railing, my thighs still spread as I continue to look down at him.
He smirks, his fingers dance up my thighs, then continue up, pausing at my stomach. He caresses me, my eyes water immediately as he touches my lower belly.
“You’re both mine, Della. You’re both right where you’re meant to be,” he rumbles.
“We are,” I agree.
I don’t know why we ended up here. Who was really involved in making this moment a reality, but I think that he could be right, this could be right where we need to be—together.
Santiago leans forward, his hands still on my stomach and I watch as his lips part and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls, then flicks the hardened bud.
Gripping the bedding against my hip, I lift my other hand and wrap my fingers around the back of his head, holding him against my breast.
He groans at the same time that my head falls back and my spine arches, pressing myself closer to him. I feel his mouth widen and his teeth sink into the flesh of my breast as he sucks me deeper into his mouth. One of his hands moves to my thigh, keeping it open, tightening, gripping me.
My entire body trembles against his touch.
His fingers slide to the center of my panties and I gasp when he wrenches them to the side. I expect him to fill me immediately, but he doesn’t. Instead, his knuckle grazes my center and I shake my head from side to side. His other hand moves from my belly to my other thigh, holding that one open with his firm grip.
“Please,” I whimper.
His knuckle slides through my center again, stopping at my clit as he applies a bit of pressure there. His eyes shift to look up at me and then he releases my breast and my breath hitches.
It aches and pulses deliciously. He grins as he moves to the other side and repeats his gentle suck and tongue play before he widens his mouth and sinks his teeth down against my flesh there.
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