Lifting my head, my fingers dig into the back of his head, wishing that he had some hair to hold on to as a growl escapes my mouth and I lift my hips, silently begging for more from him. I want so much more and I’m about to go crazy with need.
He releases my breast, his knuckle still grazing my clit at a tortuously slow pace. I can feel my skin getting hotter, my blood beginning to boil with anticipated need.
“Santi,” I breathe.
He grunts, his mouth touching mine for a brief moment before he releases his hold on my thigh and his hand moves away from my core. Without a word, he tangles his fingers in my panties and rips them from my body, shredding them into pieces.
My breath hitches, but I’m not upset, I’m too turned on to care about some scraps of fabric at this point. He could rip and tear everything that I owned, as long as he makes me come when he’s done, I won’t complain. Not a single bit.
With my panties gone, I expect him to stand up and sink inside of me, I’m so primed that I’m practically dripping wet with need. He doesn’t do that though, he stays where he is, wrapping his hands on the underside of both of my knees and he spreads my legs so wide that my thighs burn with the stretch.
Then, without a word, his mouth is between my thighs. His tongue flicks my clit and my eyes roll in the back of my head as it drops back down between my shoulders again. I roll my hips with each swipe of his tongue. He’s warm, he’s wet—he’s fucking epically perfect.
I feel his moan against my pussy as he sucks on my clit. Fisting the sheets at my sides, I hold tightly as I lift my hips and roll them, enjoying the friction, the way his tongue moves against me with each stroke.
I’m so close. I let out a long, exaggerated sigh as I climb higher toward my release. It feels beyond epic, much bigger than it ever has before, but it could be because I haven’t had a man bring me release in weeks.
It could also be because I can’t remember the last time a man gave me oral, and I don’t think one has ever done it and enjoyed it the way Santiago seems to enjoy the task.
“I’m so close, please, I need more,” I beg on a moan.
He rips his face from my pussy and I immediately lift my head to look down at him. My chest is heaving just as much as his. He has a sheen of sweat on his forehead and I lick my lips at the sight of my wetness against his lips. He looks both frustrated and rumpled, tousled, all at the same time.
“Santi,” I whisper.
He grunts. “You’re going to scream that when I’m inside you. Fuck, it’s going to sound so good coming from your lips.”
Shivering, I reach forward, cupping his cheek with my palm. “Make me come, please,” I rasp.
He grins, his hand wrapping around my wrist. “With pleasure, esposa,” he whispers. Then he turns his head and presses his mouth against the palm of my hand. “Wife,” he breathes.
Chapter Nineteen
EAGLE
Sweat soaked. Tangled hair. Breathing heavily. Lips swollen—pussy and mouth.
Della stares up at me with no other way to describe her expression other than awe. Pressing my palm down on the bed next to her face, I use my arm to hold my body weight while I lift my other hand to shift her hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.
“Santi,” she breathes.
“You good, mi corazon?” I ask on a chuckle.
She shakes her head from side to side, pinching her eyes closed before she opens them and looks up at me with a wide smile.
“I want more.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, my mouth frozen into a huge smile.
I watch as she licks her lips, her eyes focused on mine as she slowly shifts her hips so that I can feel her wet slick pussy slide along my soft cock. Closing my eyes, I groan at the feel of her sweet body.
So fucking sweet.
Never did I imagine fucking a clubwhore would be as beautiful as fucking the one beneath me. Then again, she never really was a whore, just lost for a few months. It was obvious that she was never meant to be one. I should stop thinking of her like that and only think of her as my wife—my fucking sweet wife.
Slipping my hand between us, I fill her pussy with two fingers and begin to fuck her, my eyes watching her face. She needs to come again, I can see it in her face, the way her pupils are dilated.
She fucking needs this and I need to give it to her, fuck, do I need to give it to her. I aim to give her everything she fucking wants.
“Santi,” she moans as she lifts her hips, my fingers slipping farther inside of her.
My thumb presses against her clit and I begin to rub her there in firm circles, then flick her, before I rub again. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as her pussy flutters around my fingers. She’s close, it won’t be huge, but it will at least be a bit of relief for her.
Grinning, I lower my face and touch my lips to hers just as her cunt squeezes my fingers and she cries out with her climax. I swallow the sound, taking it inside of me, thankful that I’m the man who can make her feel this way.
Without skipping a beat, I feel her fingers wrap around my cock and she starts to stroke me. “How in the hell are you hard again?” she groans as I continue to finger fuck her.
I snort. “How in the hell did you just come for the third time?”
Her eyes open slowly and her lips turn up into a small, but satisfied smile. “It was so good. I can’t help but want more,” she purrs.
Chuckling, I shake my head, touching my lips to hers before I remove my fingers from between us. Slowly, she guides my cock toward her sticky, warm center. When she shifts her hand from between us and wraps it around the back of my neck, I sink down inside of her.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“What?”
“Just, fuck, Della. This pussy feels goddamn amazing, nena.”
I’m not fucking lying either. Feels better than any bitch I’ve fucked in town, or any clubwhores I’ve been inside of. Maybe because she’s mine, but most likely because she just feels that good. Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck, holding onto me as I slowly roll my hips and fuck her.
There’s a loud knock on my front door, but I ignore that shit. I need to fuck her again, need to get us both there before I leave for the night.
“Santi?” she asks.
Shaking my head, I slam into her a bit harder. Her breath hitches, probably not expecting the move.
Lifting my head, I look down into her eyes and my lips twitch into a grin. She likes it rough. Knew she did, knew I was gonna give it to her that way, wanted to be sweet today, but fuck, I need her to come.
With our eyes focused on one another’s, I fuck her. She widens her legs, letting me inside of her that much deeper as she lifts her hips. Each thrust, each roll of my hips, I gauge her reaction. She’s close again. My little coming hair-trigger wife. Fucking shit. A goddamn dream come true.
“Harder,” she begs.
Shaking my head, I refuse to give her what she’s asking for because I can feel her body beneath mine and it’s not what she needs. Keeping my pace steady, refusing to do as she demands, I roll my hips with each thrust, my pelvis grinding against her clit.
I watch.
I wait.
I fucking roar in victory when I feel her cunt squeeze me so goddamn tight that it almost hurts. It forces my own release from my body. Unable to hold myself up, I collapse on top of her, forcing her to take all of my weight.
Immediately, Della’s legs wrap around my waist and her arms hug me, her fingernails scratching up and down my back.
The knock on my door sounds again, but I ignore it, too fucking lost inside of my wife’s pussy. She starts to make a noise, but I cut her off with a hard kiss. She tightens her muscles for a moment, then as soon as my tongue slides inside of her mouth, she begins to relax.
“Who do you think is at the door?” she asks as soon as I rip my mouth from hers.
I grunt, shifting my hips so that my pelvis grinds against her clit. Her breath hitches and her lips part in awe f
rom the move.
“Don’t matter,” I rasp, touching my lips to hers, then dragging them down the column of her throat.
She shakes her head from side-to-side against the pillow. I watch her blonde sweaty hair, grinning at the sight of her.
“It’s someone who really wants to talk to you, Eagle,” she whispers as the knock sounds again, this time louder and more like a fist against the door in anger, instead of knuckles.
If I didn’t know that Jaguar was so far away, I would assume it was him coming here to fight for a woman who doesn’t want a fucking thing to do with him. I shake my own head, pushing off of her and regretfully disengaging from her warm and welcoming body.
Reaching down, I grab a pair of jeans off of the floor and tug them on, pulling them over my hips, but not zipping or buttoning them. Whoever is at the door is going to get an eyeful of cock for bugging the shit out of me hours after my wedding.
Swinging the door open, I blink at the sight in front of me. It’s nobody that I expected, in fact, I didn’t even think I’d ever see this motherfucker again. At least not standing in front of me breathing.
“Kade,” I grunt.
“Need your help, brother,” he says, looking back over one of his shoulders, then the other.
Shaking my head, I wrap my hand around his bicep and none too gently tug him inside of my house. The last thing that I need are my old biddy fucking neighbors to call the cops because some guy who looks tweaked as fuck is standing on my front porch. And he does look tweaked the fuck out right now.
“I can’t help you, Kade. You fucked up, man.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t understand,” he pleads.
I don’t know why he’s here at my place, why he didn’t go to Dragon or anyone else in the club, but he’s here and his eyes are wild as shit. I can’t really help him, Dragon and everyone else already says he’s good as dead, which means he probably won’t make it out of town now that he’s here.
“The Zanetti famiglia took my women, but whatever. The Columbians. They fucking changed hands at the top and the new guy is fucking pissed right the fuck off. He wants his gold sold and he thinks I can do it. I can’t. My contacts are all dead, at their hand. I’m fucked, man. Totally fucking fucked and now there’s not only a hit on Gavino’s wife, there’s one on me too.”
I snort because it’s kind of fucking comical. Of course, Kade would think that he’s untouchable, just like his goddamn brother Karma did. When will these cocky fuckers realize that they’re all dispensable? Nobody, not a single fucking person on earth is truly untouchable, there is always someone who can get rid of them and they will, happily, if they need to.
“Man, you’re mistaken if you think any of us gives a fuck that you have a price on your head, except maybe to find out what number to call once the deed is done so that we can collect.”
He jerks his head back, then nods. “I’ve fucked up a lot in my life…” he begins.
Holding my hand up, I face my palm toward him. “Don’t really give a fuck. You’re a goddamn mess. The Columbians are a fucking mess, too. All that does is fuck with our bottom line, which fucks with us and we do give a shit about that,” I point out. “So, you coming here just makes our job easier, because you aren’t walking out of Eagar alive.”
I watch as he gulps and then he lifts his gaze behind me and I know that Della has made her way out of the bedroom and hallway. There’s a brief moment of silence where Kade watches her. His eyes flick from her to me, then back to her, and then to me again.
“You look familiar,” he says as a slow grin appears on his lips. “Really fucking familiar.”
I feel her hand against my lower back as it slides around my waist and she tucks her body against my side.
“I’m sure she does. I know you’ve been to the clubhouse and I know you’ve sampled our women. Which means you probably fucked Della. However, she ain’t up for grabs right now, because she’s my fucking wife,” I hiss.
He blinks as Della’s arm tightens around my waist. “Now that I’ve made that clear. Why are you here? If it’s only for protection, you’ve come to the wrong place. And honest to fuck, I can’t figure out why you came to my home out of everyone else in the club.”
“It’s your dad.”
The simple three-word sentence shouldn’t cause my body to freeze or my spine to tighten. Except that it does. My father is dead. But looks can be deceiving and if I know anything about the cold bastard that is my father, I know that he is capable of just about anything, which means whatever shit Kade is about to spew could be true.
“Better talk fast,” I warn.
“He never died. I only know he was your father because when he took over, he asked me to find you. He wants a meet.”
“Let me guess, you’re the only one who can set that up, which means I can’t kill you right now or it would fuck everything over?” I ask.
Kade gulps, then looks from me to his feet, then back to me again. He shrugs one shoulder, his eyes shifting around and he shakes his head. “He can find you any time he wants, just know he’s in charge of the Columbian drug and gold trade now. He’s got a hit on Gavino Santoro’s wife and if I were a betting man, he knows this bitch next to you and he probably has eyes on her already too.”
“Nena, go get my cell,” I gently order, tapping Della on the ass.
Without a word, like the good club wife that she is, she quickly scurries away from me. I don’t have to ask her twice or even take my eyes from Kade. Seconds later, my phone is in my hand and I scroll through my contacts looking for Dragon’s name.
“Brother, you don’t have to come back until later tonight. What the fuck?” he asks with a laugh.
I grunt. “Got Kade standing in my living room. Says my dead papa is in charge of the Columbians now. Also says he probably has a hit on me if I don’t meet up with him. Not sure what to do with the fucker now.”
There’s a moment of silence, then I hear Dragon let out a long sigh. “Fuck,” he barks. “Fucking shit. I did not want to deal with this until I had to.”
“Don’t got much of a choice right now,” I inform.
Dragon grumbles inaudibly, but I don’t ask him what he said. It doesn’t matter. All that matters are the orders that he’s going to issue me.
“I’ll have a couple prospects pick him up at your house and bring him back here in a van. I’ll be right behind them. Sit tight.”
He ends the call abruptly. Shoving my phone in my back pocket, I reach for my jeans and zip them up so my cock isn’t hanging half out any longer.
“Since you interrupted my honeymoon, you can sit on that couch and wait for your ride.”
“Ride?”
Looking him directly in his eyes, I nod once. “Yeah, your ride. You didn’t think you were going to walk out of here, did you?” I ask. I don’t allow him to answer before I continue talking. “Dragon’s on his way over. Just sit your ass down.”
Della doesn’t speak, but I can practically hear her head spinning as she tries to make sense of what’s happening here at the moment. I’ll tell her what she needs to know, when she needs to know it, but right now, I want to get to the bottom of whatever this shit is with my allegedly still alive father.
“How the fuck did you get mixed up with all this shit?” I ask him.
He shrugs, then looks to the ground as he sinks down on the cushion of the sofa. I don’t move, standing directly in front of him with Della against my side. She’s wearing nothing but the shirt that I wore for our quickie wedding, not even panties, and fuck but she’s completely comfortable like this too.
“Greed. Trying to cut out the middleman. Thinking that I could get more too fucking easily.”
“Deal was too good to be true?” I ask.
He snorts. “Something like that.”
Kade’s eyes shift to Della again, but he wisely doesn’t say a fucking word about her, and he goddamn shouldn’t. We stare at one another in silence until Dragon shows up, but I don�
��t let him drag Kade off without asking him about my father.
“He really alive?” I ask.
Kade nods. “Says he’ll be in contact with you shortly. I’m sorry.”
Dragon has the prospects drag him away, then turns to me once he’s out the door. “Your father, reasonable?” Dragon asks.
“Not in the slightest.”
“Crazy?”
“Batshit.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
Jerking my chin, I shake my head. “Tell me about it.”
“Didn’t expect this kind of trouble, this is the shit that we definitely do not need. I mean, this is safe houses and hits shit,” he needlessly points out.
I don’t respond. I don’t need to. I know without a doubt that we definitely do not need this in the slightest. I don’t want any part of it.
All I want to do is my job with the club and fuck my wife. I want to be alive to watch my baby grow inside of her, then plant a few more in her body throughout the years.
I want a simple life.
One that doesn’t involve cartels and Columbian drug lords and one that especially doesn’t involve my supposedly dead goddamn father.
Chapter Twenty
DELLA
“Santiago?” I ask once Dragon closes the front door behind him.
I know enough about these men, about this life, not to say a word when other men are present. The room is so silent that it’s deafening and I have no doubt that there is something so big at work here that it’s making the air stifling around us.
Santiago lifts his head, his eyes finding mine and he jerks his chin, but otherwise doesn’t move a muscle. I wait a beat, wondering if he’s going to tell me anything, then he dips his chin and I lose sight of his face as he looks down. I got the gist of what’s happened. Most of it is club business, but the part about his father being alive sticks out like a sore thumb.
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