I sighed and scooted back to the room. My brother wasn’t a killer. He didn't have it in him. He was a great hustler, businessman and possessed the gift of the gab. That was why he was club president. No other reason. He didn’t have a killer instinct. I had more of it than him. I put my hair up in a tight bun and hiked my night bag over my shoulder. I knew he would hear the car leaving. But the thing was, Palo wasn’t the boss of me. I had my own life and he couldn’t stop me. I slipped out the back door and clicked it locked behind me. I jumped in the driver’s seat and cranked the engine. My knees jiggled from excitement as adrenaline flushed through me. I felt like a real Puerto Rican bad bitch. I screeched out of the driveway and hit the freeway to Diego’s house. I pulled up twenty minutes later. I saw him peep through his Venetian blinds. He opened the door a crack before I got there. Ï knocked three times as I let the cold night air run through my lungs.
“Special delivery. You like Puerto Rican food?”
“It’s my favorite,” a husky Argentine voice answered and he opened the door wide. Diego stood bare-chested, with hungry, hooded eyes. His shoulders looked broader, his hair hung in his eyes, and his biceps rippled. Low-slung jeans hugged his hips. The V of his abdominal muscles was prominent. He reeled me in with both hands and pressed me hard against the wall. The breath whooshed out of me. He ravished my mouth and I groaned into his. Our tongues chased one another as I drank him in. My hands automatically stretched around his neck. My leg raised and wrapped around him. He cupped under my buttocks and pressed his throbbing manhood into me.
“Oh, baby, what a greeting. Damn. I missed you, Misty. So so much.” A low groan rattled from his throat as he breathed life into me with his passion. No time for kissing, only time for feeling. I reached my hands down to the V line and ran my fingers there. He caught my fingers with his and unbuttoned his jeans as he breathed into the side of my neck and began to nuzzle. He drew back and looked at my face. “Let me see you.” I was busy trying to catch my breath. Dazzled in a good way. My high ponytail was starting to slip. I stopped trying to hold it up and shook my hair free, letting my long hair cascade around my shoulders. “That’s better,” he murmured in awe. I turned on my secret weapon, my bedroom eyes. He picked me up in his thickly muscled arms and carried me to the bedroom. He didn’t play around; he stepped out of his jeans and slipped my top over my head. I wriggled out of my jeans and prepared for the onslaught of sensation. Diego didn’t disappoint. He curved his hands around my buttocks as I leaned into the heat. I ran the pads of my fingers in circles around his chest. He shuddered as I noticed his hair catching in line with the sliver of light through the curtain.
The room was ablaze with the flame of our heartbeats. He moved his hands up the length of my spine and rested them in the silkiness of my hair. My body was lit up from the inside through his touch. I felt the power of his engine as his arousal crushed into my leg. I slid backward on the bed and Diego followed. He unclasped my bra and began the slow, painful, ecstatic nibbling of my neck and my swollen breasts. His touch led him all the way to the garden of Eden. He slipped me out of my panties and threw them to the side. I opened myself to him, needing him to fan the flame burning in my nether regions. Our breathing matched in heaviness, the wanton desire in both of us threatening to do us in. He gave it to me. His mouth soothed the aching want as he searched through the crevices of my lips. I moaned with the longing of being away from him so long. His tongue made inroads into the electric current of my erogenous zones. His mouth clamped down into the center of me as I raised my hips in anticipation. I gasped and he grunted with satisfaction as the pulses of orgasm reigned supreme through my body. I cried out and caught a glimpse of a sensual smile curved on his lips.
He dropped out of his underwear as I enjoyed the Spanish volcano erupting between us. His manhood stood like a flagpole. I licked my lips in anticipation. He climbed on top, kneeling as if praying, his hair hanging in his eyes. Never more sexy. I admired the broadness and sheer raw power of the man in front of me. Diego tapped his hands on the top part of his chest, indicating for me to wrap my legs around him for wider entry, and I did. I watched Diego’s chest rise and fall as he slid his hot cock into my core. My walls expanded to meet him. The pace was a mixture of slow grind and earthy pounding. I dug my nails into his chest as he stretched me around him further. The veins in his neck grew larger along with the hardness of his length as he pistoned in and out of me, getting closer to being extinguished by the flame of rapture.
“Yes, papi!” I cried out, clutching the stark white sheets. The low roar of a lion came from Diego’s mouth as he let go and I felt the sweet slickness of my body drive him to orgasm. I wasn’t far behind as the waves of heat washed over me again and again. He slowly lowered my legs and slid in the sheets beside me. He lay on his back and breathed out. I giggled and he put one hand behind his head.
“You are...” He looked at me with those liquid pools of yumminess.
“What am I?” I teased, letting my soft fingers slide over his chest.
“You’re everything. I missed you.” His husky voice touched my soul in ways I never knew a man could. He reached his hand over the curve above my ass and gazed at me. I moistened my lips, looking at the grand specimen of hunk that laid in front of me. His head was propped up on one hand, the other moving across my stomach.
“I came to tell you about my brother. He’s off you now. He’s hunting down Jimmy and Blaze.”
I watched the slight frown come over Diego’s face as he pulled me closer to him. “I can’t stop what the chapter is doing, but as long as we are good and in communication, we can stay one step ahead and prevent the war. Bloodshed is the last thing I want. I do want to get rid of those two slime buckets, though. They both need a good ass-kicking.”
I wrapped my arms around him and sank into a blissful place.
“I agree...” I cooed.
He lifted my chin to look at me. “I love you so much. We aren’t letting anything or anyone come between us, you hear me?”
“I hear you. I love you right back.”
TWENTY-ONE
DIEGO
My beautiful Spanish princess was snuggled in my arms. I was her keeper. I bent my head, watching her stir silently as she slept. An epiphany hit me as I listened to her soft breathing. I wanted to marry Misty. I wanted to be with her in a very real way. I wanted to be the one she saw when she got back from studies in the evening. She stirred as her long lashes fluttered open. I stroked the outline of her face.
“Hey, papi.”
“Hey,” I said softly.
“What time is it? I gotta get to school! I’ve missed a couple of days.”
I watched as her face turned to a frown.
“Why’d you miss school? I’m going to need a doctor soon.”
She lightly tapped my face. “Don’t say that. Nothing’s going to happen to you. I just was worried and wanted to sort things out.” She sat up and so did I.
“Want some coffee, toast before you go?”
“Yes. I have an idea. I know it's kind of out there but hear me out.”
She swung her legs over the bed and slipped on her underwear. I put on a T-shirt from my closet and some track pants.
“Go ahead. I’m all ears.” The light from the morning sun ran all through the lounge and kitchen area, causing me to adjust my eyes, rubbing them. She watched my movements as I turned on the water on the stove. “Baby, go ahead, tell me.”
“Well, we know that Jimmy and Blaze are operating separately, right?” I dropped the toast in its slots with my back to her.
