“I thought your father was dead,” I whisper.
“Me too,” he grunts as he continues to stare down at his feet.
I stand in the middle of his mother’s living room wearing only his shirt from earlier. He’s barefoot wearing nothing but his jeans. We don’t speak for what feels like hours. Each second that ticks by, I grow more and more wary of what’s really just happened and what is about to happen.
Then as if something has jarred him from his thoughts, I watch as he jerks his chin up and his eyes meet mine.
“Back to the bedroom,” he demands, his voice harsh.
I jump, unused to the way he’s just spoken to me, but my feet move without a second thought. Turning from him, I make my way back into the bedroom. I hear his footfalls behind me, but don’t bother looking back. He needs to work through this thing with his father, and I have a feeling he’s about to use me to do just that.
My heart begins to race with the thrill and excitement of what’s to come, of what’s about to happen. Clenching my thighs together, I try to keep my legs from buckling. I’m turned on and overwhelmed all at the same time.
“It’s going to be hard,” he warns.
There is no way to hide the thrill that slides throughout my entire body from the inside out. Looking back over my shoulder at him, I can’t stop the smile that plays on my lips. His gaze darkens at the sight of my excitement.
I know if he touches me between my legs, he’ll feel the evidence of that excitement as well. I’m still sticky from his cum, but beyond that, my pussy aches for more from him and I’m growing wetter with each second that ticks by.
Biting my bottom lip, I don’t take my eyes off his as I slowly bend at the waist and place my palms flat on the edge of the mattress. Tipping my hips for him, I let out a long exhaled breath, bracing myself and preparing for what I know is about to be absolutely phenomenal.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he unzips his jeans and shoves them down his hips and thighs.
I can’t look away, I watch as he steps out of his pants, then walks up behind me. Unable to stop myself, I close my eyes. I sigh as he bends over my back, his hands slide beneath the shirt I’m wearing, gliding up my belly. When his fingers grip ahold of my breasts, he squeezes my flesh and I let out a long moan.
His breath is against my ear, his lips touching the shell as his hands massage my breasts, tugging on my nipples and pinching them as I attempt to keep my knees from buckling.
My arms begin to shake when one of his hands slides down my belly and touches my clit. Then I feel the head of his cock against my sore center.
Gripping the bedding between my fingers, I hold on tightly and hiss as he buries himself inside of me in one quick thrust.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, Della?” he asks, his voice sounding odd, almost cracking and breaking as he speaks.
Releasing my bottom lip from my teeth, I let out a whoosh of air that I’d been holding. “I am, Santi. I’m yours,” I reassure him.
For the first time in my life, I belong to a man. I am his. I don’t want anyone else, I have no need for another man. He has promised to keep me satisfied, he’s sworn that he’s different and he is living up to every promise he made.
His fingers play my clit, his other hand grips my breast tightly and his breath washes over the side of my face as his hips begin to slowly move, his cock sliding in and out of me with complete precision.
“How do you always feel so amazing?” I ask.
I’m serious, too. I know we’ve only been together a few times, but even after I’ve just come, when I’m satisfied, I still want more of him. There is no guilt that consumes me after my climax.
There is only peace.
When I ache and shouldn’t want to be touched by anyone, the idea of his cock inside of me, turns me on. Everything about him turns me on like no other man ever has.
“Because I’m yours,” he simply states.
“And I’m yours,” I whisper.
He slams inside of me with a hard thrust. “I know.”
Without another word, his hand moves from my breast to wrap around my shoulder, his other hand still plays my clit, he inhales a deep breath then he fucks me, hard.
I can’t speak, the breath is stolen from me with each hard slam of his hips, with each thrust he makes as he buries his cock deep inside of me.
It hurts, it aches—it feels amazing.
I force my body to relax, to accept every brutal thrust he gives me and allow him to take complete control of me the way that I think he needs to right now.
Thankfully Santiago is a man who knows what I need too, even when he’s lost inside of his own head. I come once, then a second time before he buries himself deep inside of me and grunts with his own climax.
His sweat-soaked chest presses against my back, the sweat seeping into the t-shirt that I’m still wearing as we both attempt to catch our breaths.
“Honest to fuck, I don’t think that I have an ounce of cum left inside of my body anymore,” he exhales.
I let out a burst of laughter at his words and he rubs a single circle against my clit that makes my legs twitch and my body jerk. “I think I could finally be satisfied. I’m so tired,” I admit.
Slowly, he pulls away from my body and my knees completely give out, but before I can fall to the floor, he scoops me up in his arms and places me gently onto the bed. I expect him to leave me, to turn and walk to the bathroom to get ready.
I know that he’s going to need to leave and do whatever it is that Dragon said he needed to do this evening. He doesn’t turn from me, instead he sinks down next to me on the bed, sitting with his hip against my side and his eyes roaming my face.
I’m a sweaty-smelly-like-sex-mess, but he’s looking down at me like I’m this beautiful creature. I don’t know how this really happened, other than he scooped me up and told me that I was meant to be his.
In this moment, I think that he could have been completely right. I didn’t see him for months, but I see him now. I see every bit that he allows me to see and I find that I am falling for all of him.
“My dad is supposedly alive. I don’t think that he’s a threat to me or you, but I don’t trust this shit. I haven’t seen him in three decades. He’s a killer, one of those men who has zero remorse for his kills, too. Women, children, fathers, brothers, he doesn’t give a fuck.”
“Should I go to the clubhouse?” I ask.
He shakes his head once. “Probably, but I won’t allow it. Not yet. Not until we’re solid and Jaguar is brought to heel on the situation between us.”
“He’s not there, Eagle,” I snap as I push up on my elbows.
His lips twitch into a small smile. “He’s not, but Mountain is and I know how fucking fond of you he is. So, no, you won’t be going there unless there’s a lockdown situation. What I’ll do is have a man come here and stay outside,” he says, stressing the word outside.
Arching a brow, I narrow my gaze on him, then open my mouth to speak, but he shakes his head once and holds up his hand.
“I want to trust you, Della. This ring that I put on your finger, I didn’t do it lightly. Never planned on getting married, never planned on an Old Lady. Hell, I’m forty-two years old, I thought that I was going to forever be a bachelor. But here you are and I’m fuckin’ glad that we did this. The fact is, you ain’t branded for the club and you were once theirs before you were mine. Some men may forget that. I want to be at your side a few times before you just run on over there without me.”
“You’re going to tell me what your level of control is, right? You claimed that you weren’t like Jaguar, but I see an awful lot of similarities, Santi, you can’t deny that,” I point out.
He grunts, shifting his gaze from my eyes to my stomach and then back up again. “We’ll have this conversation later. For now, don’t leave the house. If you want something, text me and I’ll send a prospect to come by. Don’t answer the door unless you get the okay from me.”
“Yo
u’re going to keep me in the dark, aren’t you? I’ve seen and heard things around the club, I’m not going to be some blind, deaf, and dumb Old Lady, Santiago. I want to know what’s going on.”
Santiago growls deep in his chest. He shakes his head a couple of times, then looks to the ceiling before he brings his gaze down to me. I gasp when he reaches forward and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers squeezing me firmly.
“You know as much as I do, nena. Don’t read too much into anything, yet. When I know more and can tell you, I will. If he is, in fact, alive, I don’t trust my father.”
I shake my head, but he holds me firm and doesn’t allow the movement. “You’ll know, Della. You’re not a kept-in-the-dark Old Lady. Never would be, anyway, even if I wanted you that way, which I don’t. It just isn’t who you are.”
Pressing my lips together, I watch him, he leans forward and presses his mouth to mine. “Be a good girl,” he rasps.
My mouth parts and I relish in the way his mouth feels against my own, again, as if he hasn’t kissed me dozens of times in the last few hours.
“How dangerous is this situation, really?” I ask.
“I don’t know yet.”
It’s the only answer I’m going to get. He says it with such finality that I know not to even try asking any more questions. Slowly, he stands to his feet, his eyes searching my body.
“House phone works. I’ll call you and you can call my cell, you have the number, yeah?”
Nodding, I lick my lips. “I do. I really need a cell phone again,” I point out.
“Baby steps, nena.” He grins. “Marriage, then phone, maybe tomorrow when the shops open.”
Without another word, he turns from me and I watch as he walks into the bathroom. A couple minutes later, he’s showered and dressed. Without a word, I watch as he walks out the door.
He doesn’t glance back, but then again, I don’t expect him to. Right now, I am the least of his worries. His father who has been dead for twenty-five years is suddenly alive, plus there is something major happening with the club.
EAGLE
Taz stands in front of me, a smirk playing on his lips as he shifts from one foot to the other. I don’t say anything and neither does he. I can tell that he wants to say something though. Whatever it is, it’s practically bursting from him.
Rolling my eyes, I narrow them before I speak. “What do you want to ask?”
“Never been with her, she as good as they all say?” he asks.
Clenching my fist at my side, I shake my head. “She’s my Old Lady, my wife. Better never hear anything like that come outta your mouth again. We gonna have a problem with you here?” I ask on a growl.
He clears his throat, then dips his chin. “No way, brother. Never disrespect you or the club like that. Guy talk, I just heard. It’s all good. Didn’t mean to upset you.”
“She don’t exist like that anymore, not to anyone. She’s nothin’ but a sister to you now.”
I know what he’s probably thinking. Yeah, she’s a sister I’d like to fuck. But he’d never admit it aloud, because I’d kill him plain and simple. Right here in my front yard, no fucks given.
“Don’t know what’s going on, don’t know a fucking thing, yet. But I want her watched and protected just in case. She should be sleeping the rest of the evening, unless she’s hungry. I’ll have a prospect bring her something if she needs it. You got no reason to knock on that door otherwise,” I explain.
He nods, then jerks his chin. “You got it, brother,” he says a bit too brightly.
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around his shoulder and give him a hard squeeze. “It’s all new. Her being an Old Lady. Her livin’ in my house. All of it. No hard feelings, just don’t ask shit like that again, yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nods.
Releasing his shoulder, I turn and make my way toward my bike. Glancing back, I look toward the master bedroom window.
I see her watching me.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Prettier than any other woman I’ve ever had in my bed, not just because she’s mine. Not just because she’s soft and sweet. She’s just plain fucking pretty, inside and out.
I don’t think that she sees it, because she’s always focused on her next orgasm, on her next sexual high. But fuck, every man that sees her is always rendered speechless by every single part of her.
Lifting my hand, I give her a two-fingered wave, watching her as she lifts her own fingers and touches the window. I don’t want to leave her, not just because we’ve only been married a few hours, but also, because I know what my father is capable of and if he is indeed alive, she’s at risk. My gut fucking aches with what could happen to her.
Jogging toward my bike, I straddle my machine and start the engine before I guide it onto the street and throttle it forward and toward the clubhouse.
I need more information from Kade, I need more information about my father, and I need to do some goddamn digging into the past.
Chapter Twenty-One
DELLA
After I shower, I glance at the clock and pace. It’s been hours. Three to be exact. I’ve heard absolutely nothing. I know, from spying out the window, that Taz is here, standing guard at the front door, but other than that, I know zilch.
My stomach growls, so I decide to stop pacing the bedroom and make my way into the kitchen in search of food. There are some containers of food that Presley brought over, but I know they aren’t good any longer, so I ignore them, making a mental note to clean them soon so that I can return them to her.
Thankfully, there are some eggs and cheese in the fridge, with a package of bacon in the freezer. Turning the kitchen sink water on hot, I place the package of bacon beneath it to thaw it quickly.
Next, I try to find some bread, but come up short. However, I feel like I’ve hit the motherload when I see a box of pancake mix.
Enjoying the silence, I go about making myself breakfast for dinner. I’m not really much of a cook, but eggs, bacon, and pancakes I can handle. A fleeting thought passes through my mind as I think about the future.
I hope that Santiago doesn’t expect me to be some magnificent chef, I hope he doesn’t think that I’m Betty Crocker, or he’s going to be sorely disappointed in my skills in the kitchen.
There’s a frantic knock on the door just as I turn the water off in the sink to let the bacon thaw. Drying off my hands, I make my way toward the door and look out the peephole.
It’s Taz.
He looks completely frantic.
I think about Eagle’s words to me, and how I shouldn’t open the door unless he’s called, but I know Taz. He’s one of the good ones, completely in love with Hawk’s daughter, Trista, and staying as far away as possible from her because of that.
Wrapping my hand around the knob, I turn it, then tug the door open. Taz looks pale and almost sick. His eyes find mine and he gulps.
“Presley’s havin’ the baby,” he blurts. “We gotta get to the hospital.”
I think about telling him that I have to grab my purse, but then I remember that even if I did, there’s nothing in it. I don’t have any money, a phone, or a wallet of any kind. I start to take a step toward him and freeze.
“Have you called Eagle?” I ask.
He looks down and tugs his phone out of his pocket. “Fuck, I forgot. I’m all fucking frazzled,” he admits.
I watch as he searches through his contacts, then places the phone to his ear. I listen to him tell the person on the other end about Silver and Presley, then his eyes lift to mine.
“Sure, brother,” he says before he holds the phone out for me.
“Hello?”
“Good girl for not leaving without calling me first. Go ahead and go to the hospital with Taz. Take the car in the garage, I don’t want you on his bike.”
I take a moment to let his words sink in, trying not to swoon at the good girl comment—I fail. I love those words and for whatever reason, they fil
l me with a sense of pride that I’ve never experienced before.
“Is everything okay?” I chance asking him.
There’s a brief moment of silence before he speaks. “Don’t know any more than I did earlier. Working on some club stuff. I’ll come to the hospital to pick you up when I’m done here. Sit tight there, it’s probably the safest place you could be anyway.”
He ends the call and I can’t help the small smile that appears on my lips. Taz grunts, taking the phone from my hand. “You ready, babe?”
My body jerks, my head lifts and I nod once. “He wants us to take the car in the garage,” I point out.
Taz’s lips twitch into a smile and he chuckles softly under his breath before he speaks. “I’ll just bet he does. I’ll follow you,” he says.
We walk back into the house and I hear Taz lock the front door behind me as I make my way through the kitchen and toward the door that leads to the garage. There is a small rack with a set of keys hanging from hooks, so I reach for them and gently tug them down.
Opening the door, I bite the inside of my cheek as I reach for the garage light and flip it on. I stand at the doorway and stare at the car in front of me. Clearly, this wasn’t his mother’s car like I had anticipated.
Taz shifts me to the side and makes his way into the garage before he stops in his tracks.
“What kind of car is this?” I ask.
He chuckles, then turns back to me, holding his hand out. “This is a 1974 Pontiac Firebird Trans-Am and if I know Eagle, this fucker is going to fly. I’ll drive.”
I don’t know what that means, but Taz looks pretty excited, so I just shrug a shoulder and smile as I make my way toward the passenger side of the two-door car that is older than me but apparently badass. I can’t believe he told me that this was a car that was just rotting in the garage.
“Do you know anything about the delivery yet?” I ask as he shoves the key in the ignition. His finger touches the garage opener and I watch as he turns the key, the engine roaring to life.
Taz clears his throat, then turns to face me. “All I know is that she’s a little early. Silver is in a fucking panic. Esther and Bellarosa are down there with Buster and Kora, keeping them company. Silver is in with Presley, but he keeps walking out and looks sick, or so they say,” he explains.
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