by Brook Wilder
Jane pushed her hands into my hair, pulled me down, and kissed me again. I could tell by her pressing kisses that she didn’t want me to leave and that she’d do anything to keep me in her bed. I pinned Jane down as she wrapped her legs around my hips. Our sexes touched but didn’t join. I wanted to enter her and fill her until she cried out my name but not just yet. Now, I just wanted to savor her touch and remember the feel of her warm body, in case I didn’t come back.
“Luis,” Her breath was shaky. “Stop teasing me.”
Jane wiggled her hips underneath me, increasing the friction between us, and I was gone. But I couldn’t give up control. I wanted Jane to remember forever the way I made her moan. The way I made her feel that night. The way I made her cum. Jane would never forget how it felt with me. Not even after I was gone, and she was with another man.
“Are you ready to give yourself to me?” I gasped. “No more pretending you don’t want to be my woman anymore?”
Jane nodded as she tossed her head on the bed.
“I’m yours, Luis,” she moaned lifting her hips.
Her breaths were hard puffs and her body glowed with sweat. I kissed her fully and rolled her to her side. I slid my hand between us and placed my hand on her swollen, hot pussy. Jane let out a low moan as her body trembled in anticipation.
“You cum for me first, chica,” I growled.
Jane arched her back pushing herself against my hand as my fingers slid into her wetness. She rode my hand while I tenderly pressed my lips to her neck. I rubbed my nose into her skin, smelling her sensual scent as I kissed her. Jane panted in pleasure, hiding her face in my hair. My finger stroked her clit; rubbing it, circling it, and kneading it as her hips strained against me.
Jane came with a wispy moan as I kissed her lips. I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked her juices off each finger as she watched. Her breathing shook her sexy breasts on her chest. I reached for a breast and held it in my hand, rubbing the nipple under my fingertip. With eyes on me, Jane bit her bottom lip.
“I want you so bad,” she said, stretching her body into a tempting arch.
I admired the pale pinkness of her skin, and then the plumpness of her soft belly and round thighs. I loved her wide bottom and I was ready to push into it. I growled playfully as I flipped her over on the bed. Lying flat on her belly, Jane tossed her hair with a laugh and her ass shook deliciously. My cock was aching to enter her and feel her full bottom bounce against my hard thighs. Whimpering, Jane lifted her ass up, and I ran my hands over her soft curves before I gripped her flesh. I leaned forward, placed a kiss on her bottom, and then I lifted her hips. Holding my heavy cock in a firm grip, I slid into her drenched pussy with a firm stroke.
Jane gasped in pleasure. Her forehead lay on her arms. I grunted and pushed again into her hot hole. She was so wet and juicy I could have cum then and there, but I wanted it to last.
She looked back at me with her lids half shut. I pushed in harder and gritted my teeth. Jane shut her eyes and moaned in desire. She was so tight, so good I knew I belonged inside her, and I thrust again until my body was flat against her bottom.
I began to pump in a steady rhythm while Jane clawed the sheets with her nails. The bed rocked and the sound of flesh on flesh filled the room. I wanted Jane to cry out to me, so I worked my hips harder. She turned her head, shouted, then groaned. She had no pillow to cover her cries of need and want. Jane begged me to go deeper, harder, and faster. Panting, she demanded more. I pumped my thick inches into her harder as my fingers gripped her hot ass.
Her eyes barely open, Jane heaved in ragged breaths. My hips angled as the tension built between us and the sensation rose from inside me, crossing my heated skin. My body tensed when I felt her orgasm jolt her body. Her ass vibrated, and it made me hotter as I plunged deeper in.
“Wear me out, wear me out,” she moaned.
Jane's hand balled into a fist, pulling the sheet off the bed. Our rhythm became jerky and wild. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I let go, ascending into ecstasy and drifting down again. Only after did I remember I hadn’t used a condom.
Silently, we lay in bed clutching one another. I held her in my arms as she breathed softly against my chest. I was deep in thought as the traffic droned on past the window. What if Jane fell pregnant? I couldn’t think about it now. I’d think about it after the run. After I returned to her.
Chapter Fifteen
LUIS
“What is this?”
I held a pregnancy test stick in my hand, showing it to Jane. She slammed her coffee cup on the table beside her breakfast.
“You dug through my trash?” Her eyes flashed fury as her defenses rose.
“I didn’t dig through the trash,” I countered. “I had to throw out my bandage.”
Damp from the shower, I held my towel close in one hand and held the strip in the other as I waited for her explanation.
Jane glared at me. “Go put it back in the trash. It’s not your business.”
“Is it yours? Were you going to tell me?”
Jane bit her knuckle but wouldn’t look me in the eye. She didn’t have to tell me. Hearing from Jane had been unexpected, but now it made sense. My arm relaxed as I stared at the plastic stick telling me our future if I lived to see it.
She jumped out of the chair and snatched the stick out of my hand. “I was going to tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
She still hadn’t told me yet. We’d spent two days together, and she hadn’t told me anything.
Jane looked at me as if I were cruel and stupid.
“That you’re the father.” Her voice was hard. Her lovely face twisted as if she were about to shatter. It explained her vagueness and the crying. Why her body had felt so soft and plump as I squeezed her in bed.
I sighed as my tense shoulders slumped.
“I haven’t seen you in two months. What makes you think I’m the father?”
My nasty words stung her harder than a slap. Jane backed away from me and covered her face as she slid down onto the sofa. I didn’t know whether I should go to her or get dressed. I felt vulnerable and exposed by the discovery. My clothes were still on the bedroom floor. I stared at Jane waiting for her to say something to get me moving.
A pillow sailed past my head.
“Of course, it’s yours,” she shouted. “I wouldn’t lie about this or anything else.”
Her face turned red from anger and disappointment. “I wanted to tell you after we left the soup kitchen, but I couldn’t. And yesterday, it’s just been a whirlwind around you.”
Without speaking, I went into the bedroom and got dressed. I wasn’t sure how I was feeling or what I wanted to do. I certainly didn’t know what to say that would make sense. I’d always been careful. It was ironic that last night, I’d been reckless and hadn’t cared.
“Are you leaving?” Jane stood in the doorway scowling as I shoved on my boots.
“I have the run tonight. We’ll talk when I get back.”
“If you come back,” she shouted. Her eyes were shining but she wouldn’t allow herself to cry over me. Not again.
I moved past her and grabbed my jacket off the kitchen chair, then pretended there was something on my phone. I didn’t know what to do. This was not the time or the place for a child.
“Luis, please don’t go on that ride.”
My head turned fast, and I faced her. “I don’t have a choice. What were you expecting? That you’d get yourself pregnant and start telling me what to do? Start running my life?”
“Get myself pregnant? Do you think I did this by myself?”
I dragged my hands through my messy hair. My words were hateful, and I had to leave before I made it worse. If this was my child, how would I raise it when I couldn’t even protect myself against a rival club? Jane had chased them off, not me. I was the VP and I wasn't doing what I should be doing. Perhaps, I should do what Oscar did and run. Put Jane on the back of my bike and drive out of Mesa.<
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No, I must fight.
“I have to go,” I said quietly.
“Fine. Go get another woman pregnant. I don’t know why you’re so surprised, Romeo. It’s what you do. Isn’t it?”
I deserved the sharp look of reproach from Jane. Better she hated me now and didn't mourn me later.
“When I come back, we’ll talk. But I can’t do it now.”
Before she could respond, I turned my back on her. Not ready to be a father, I walked out. I was unsure if I’d live to see Jane again. Or see the child. I knew deep down it was mine, but I already had a family. the Cazadores. And they needed me to fight. It wasn’t over turf or possessions; we were fighting to stop the Disciples from burying all of us in pauper’s graves.
I tore the tarp off my bike. The bloodstains were still there. Fighting the Disciples would be a trial, but having a child terrified me.
Chapter Sixteen
JANE
In the morning, I called in sick to work. I had barely slept, and my body ached. I’d tossed and turned in my tiny bed until I gave up and got up. I felt broken. Not just my heart and body, but my soul. I felt a pain in my exhausted spirit that made me ill.
I didn’t believe Luis would reject me. No, not me. Luis had wanted me until he learned of our child.
A tap on the door made my heart leap. Tricked by hope, I thought maybe Luis had decided to come back.
With a look of concern, Rosa stood at my door holding a large ceramic bowl filled with chicken soup. I had to laugh as I welcomed her inside, but she only looked more concerned. My hollow laugh had no mirth in it.
Rosa studied my crumpled and sweaty pajamas. “Sorry," she said, "but I told myself I’d wait until noon.”
“Wait...what time is it?”
“Almost two,” she replied. “I saw your car in the parking lot.” Rosa placed the bowl on the kitchen table. “When I didn’t see you leave for work, I was worried you were sick.”
I fingered the pregnancy stick laying on the kitchen table where I had thrown it. Rosa sucked in a breath. She knew from my haggard and worried appearance it was not welcomed news.
“Jane, do you need to talk?”
I choked back a sob and then a floodgate of words left my mouth. I told Rosa everything I hadn’t told her before. And everything was about Luis.
She sat in silence. When I’d first seen the apartment, I told Rosa that Felicity was dating Oscar, but at the time, I hadn’t expected to see Luis again. Luis was an amazing man full of life and pleasure, and I’d thought about him often. I hadn’t shown much interest in the men at my job, even the attractive ones were interested in me. It was then I knew I was hooked on Luis.
Rosa looked mournful, but she didn’t speak. She was searching for words but there was nothing she could say that would make me feel better. It was enough for her to be a friend and just listen.
“I’m sorry, Jane,” she finally said, “but I wouldn’t expect much from a man who belongs to the Cazadores.”
I sniffed. “I thought it would be different. But he’s going through a lot right now.”
“Don’t make excuses for him.” Rosa was stern. “I warned you about those men for a reason. They ruin lives.” She caught herself. “Your life is not ruined. You’ll have a beautiful baby to give you joy. I wished I’d had a child.”
I held Rosa’s hand, and we sat in silence. I knew she was thinking about her husband who had been shot by a member of a club. I wondered if she knew who did it. Or if the police would ever catch his killer.
“I have to go out, Jane,” she sighed, “but I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“I’m okay.” My shoulders were hunched, and my voice was shaky and unconvincing.
“No, you’re not okay. You haven’t touched your soup. I'm waiting here while you clean up and then I'll drop you off at Carmen’s house on my way to work.”
“Momma’s house?”
She nodded.
“But what if Luis is there?” I asked
“I’ll text her to make sure he isn't, but if they’re going on a run, I doubt he’s at home.”
My knee started to bounce as I stared at the bowl of soup cooling on the table. I didn’t want to go to Momma’s house. I didn’t want there to be any chance of running into him. I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him again. Or of Luis thinking I was chasing him down. I was stronger than that. If Luis didn’t want to be with me because of our baby, then I wouldn’t beg.
But Rosa was determined not to leave me alone.
I hurried up and finished my bowl of soup and it did make me feel better knowing someone cared. Rosa packed my small bag while I got dressed. I insisted on taking my own car, but she drove behind me to make sure I arrived at Momma’s.
Momma swung open the door before I could knock. For a second, I hesitated and wondered if Luis had told her about the baby. But Momma waved at Rosa, and Rosa tapped her horn then drove off.
“You do look worse for the wear,” said Momma. “Rosa said you had a little bug. Come into the kitchen, and I’ll fix you some soup.”
The soup I'd already eaten sloshed around in my full belly as I shuffled into the kitchen. Sitting at the little table, I asked for coffee instead. My back was tense, and the hair rose on my neck at the thought of Luis walking through the front door unannounced.
“You heard about the run.” Momma sat down at the table with a cup of coffee for me and another for her. She grimaced. “It’s dangerous. They ought to tell the police, but they feel they must handle it on their own.”
It hadn’t occurred to me to mention the run to Sheriff West. I wondered if Whiterock Lake was in his jurisdiction.
“Did you talk to Luis?” I asked.
Momma shook her head. “I haven’t seen him since the day you both were here. He’s been sleeping at the clubhouse. That’s how I knew something was up. Diego said Armando isn’t at the corner market. Busted storefront or not, he would be there.”
Momma’s eyes searched my face, and I was certain her perceptive gaze knew my secret. “Don’t worry, Jane. Luis will be...”
But she didn’t finish her sentence. I’d had a hard time forming the words but now they raced out. “I’m pregnant with his baby.”
Momma slammed the table. “I knew it. I knew there was something going on when you were here.”
“I’m so angry with Luis. He’d rather go off and play war than face me.”
“They’re not playing war, Jane. They have to make a stand against the Disciples, or more will die. I don’t like it. But if you’re going to be the woman of the VP of the Cazadores, you’re going to have to accept his life.”
“Luis walked out on me.” I confessed my true feelings. "I kept him away, but I wanted him. Even before I knew I was pregnant, I wanted Luis."
I began to cry and Momma hugged my head to her chest. She soothed me as if I were her own child.
“He’s scared,” she said. "So, he's avoiding you."
“I told him not to go.”
Momma tsked. “No, he’s scared of being a father. He didn’t have one and his mother...she gave him life but nothing else. Luis is a strong man and a devoted man. He’ll return to you.”
“How do you know that?” I whimpered as she rocked me against her ample bosom.
“Because I know he’s in love.” She pressed her lips to my hair and relief flooded through me.
“He told me he doesn’t believe in love,” I countered. “He told me it was bullshit.”
“He would say that,” Momma said. “But I can tell by the way Luis looks at you he feels differently. Why did you never call him after that first night? Was it because of the shooting?”
“No, I wanted to call but I wasn’t sure if I should get involved. I’d just moved across the country to avoid my ex. But when I saw Luis again, I changed my mind. I want to be with him.”
My nerves were shot from crying. I couldn't keep this tear-fest up. I jumped up from the table and looked around the kitchen frantical
ly, for what I don’t know.
“I have to go. I have to go help Luis.”
“Jane, you need to stay here with me.” Momma’s tone was hard. She would be more of a challenge than Rosa. “You’re pregnant. You can’t go chasing after the MC. Do you think you’re going to ride behind their bikes in your beat-up car? You’re not being rational. Let the men take care of themselves. And you take care of you and your baby.”