Our conversation soon quiets as the others stand and shake hands, a new milestone in their relationship for sure. My respect for El Jefe grows, I can’t imagine shaking hands with them after what happened, but I guess that’s why he’s El Jefe.
We hadn’t been privy to their meeting earlier at the table, it was President’s and VP’s only. So we’ve got no idea why they’re here and it’s our first time interacting with them since we went legit. It must have been a good meeting though as instead of leaving straight after, El Jefe invited them to stay and gave them each a room, and their pick of the girls.
Imogen has already staked her claim on Alejandro, honestly making a bit of a fool of herself, the way she was practically straddling him when he clearly didn’t give a shit. He paid no attention to any of the girls… until Elizabeth arrived. Anger builds inside me again and I take some deep breaths to cool down, reminding myself that she hasn’t even looked at him all night, and she said he’s a creep.
The President and the other member of Diablos Rojos are each led upstairs by Maria and Daniela, but Alejandro follows El Jefe and Tipo over to our table, while Imogen and Destiny head to the bar to clean up. They each grab a chair to join us, and I grip my glass as Alejandro places his chair next to Elizabeth, even though there’s not much space.
She notices him and shuffles as close to Tank as she can get, which I’d usually hate, but right now I wouldn’t care if she was sitting on his lap if it kept her away from Alejandro.
“Hello again,” he says to her, making me want to punch him right in his smug face.
Elizabeth doesn’t respond, just smiling politely at him instead before glancing over at me. The look in her eyes tells me for sure she’s not interested in him, and I relax a little. Her voice echoes in my head… I’m yours… breathless as she comes undone around me. She’s mine. Knowing she’ll reject him no matter what makes me feel calmer; as much as I hate it, I can sit through him flirting with her as long as I keep reminding myself of that.
So I persevere. I watch as he glances at her, flashes smiles at her, leans into her, laughs at anything she says that might be remotely funny, asks her for advice on where he should go while he’s in town, asks if she’d be interested in being his tour guide… I’m close to losing my patience when he finally says something that makes me want to snap.
“So,” Alejandro says, “I’m assuming Beth is short for Elizabeth?”
I’m gonna kill this motherfucker!
“It is,” she says, “but you can call me Beth.”
“What if I prefer Elizabeth?” he asks.
She raises her eyebrows and looks at him. “You can still call me Beth.”
“But Elizabeth suits you so much more, Beth makes you sound…” he pauses, looking for the right word, “common, and you…” he reaches out and touches a loose tendril of her hair, “are anything but common, Elizabeth.”
I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna fucking kill him…
The others are watching Elizabeth, clearly not sure whether they should interrupt or let her handle it.
She clears her throat. “Firstly, there is a very short list of people who I let call me Elizabeth, and you are most definitely not on that list.” She finishes her drink, letting her words sink in. “And secondly, touch me again without my permission, and you’ll lose your fucking hand.”
My heart nearly bursts with pride at her words. That’s my girl!
The rest of the guys laugh, lightening the mood, Tank even going as far as to pour a shot for both Elizabeth and Alejandro, and everyone cheers as they knock them back.
“Thank you,” she says to Tank, before looking right at me. “Would you mind taking me home, Diablo?”
“Not at all, Elizabeth,” I say, keeping my voice calm but channeling everything I’m feeling into my eyes as I look at Alejandro. Wanting him to know that it will be me chopping his hand off if he touches her again, and it’s me alone who calls her Elizabeth.
I’ve never called her Elizabeth in front of the others before, and I’m grateful that they don’t react, hopefully they assume that I’m just playing along with her. She says goodbye to everyone and promises to come back soon, all the while I keep my eyes on Alejandro. He looks away first, admitting defeat, and it’s only then that I step away from the table and follow Elizabeth outside to my bike.
Honestly, I want to fuck her right here in the yard; maybe even eat her out on top of Alejandro’s bike. But as tempting as that is, I know she wouldn’t want us to get caught.
I’m ready to wait until we get to her apartment to show her how hot that was, but a couple of streets away from the clubhouse, she taps my arm, signaling she wants to stop. I pull into one of the side streets, everywhere is quiet with the businesses closed. As soon as I park and our helmets are off, she pulls me to a nearby wall and into a kiss.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, “that was so fucking hot, seeing you take that motherfucker down like that.”
I kiss down her neck and across her throat, wanting to claim as much of her as I can.
“Angel!” she gasps, as I graze my teeth over that sweet spot on her neck. “All I wanted to do when I got to your table was sit on your lap, so he’d know I was yours.”
I grab her ass and grind into her, showing her how hard she’s making me.
“You’re so fucking perfect, so good for me, knowing your mine.”
I bring one hand to her breast and stroke her through her t-shirt, as her nipple grows hard I can’t resist, pulling at the neck of her top until it rips, giving me access to her bra so I can pull it down and lavish her nipple with kisses.
