She’s so close her walls are fluttering away like crazy. Her breath stalls as her eyes find me, glassy and wide.
I hold her gaze while I fuck her through it, thumb relentless on her clit, cock buried to the hilt.
“Come, baby,” I command. “Be my good girl and let me feel this pussy squeezing my cock.”
The cry she lets out is so sharp and sudden it’s as if she’s been holding it in for a long time.
Her orgasm comes with her body arching and nails digging, her pussy clenching around me so tight, I can’t take it a moment longer.
I come only seconds after her, spilling deep inside her hot velvety pussy. My hips jerk up as I empty myself and crush her in my arms.
We’re a damn mess, breathing in ragged puffs and dripping beads of sweat. But as Solana rears back in my lap and we lock eyes, a shared smile comes to our faces.
I kiss her slowly this time, cupping her cheek and letting our lips linger. My thumb traces the soft curve, and the only thought in my head is how fucking lucky I am.
I’m fortunate something as precious as Solana is…
“Mine,” I murmur against her lips. Then I kiss her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth for a flick against hers.
We’re still so swept up in each other that I almost don’t recognize the shift in our surroundings. We’re on a dead-end street, but a motorcycle has turned down the road, pulling up beside us.
The masked rider raises a pistol and my blood runs cold.
“Get down!” I shout, twisting and throwing my arm around her as the first shot shatters the window.
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SILVER
Glass explodes around us.
I shove Solana down under the dashboard, my body curving over hers as bullets cut through the windows, spraying shards everywhere. The sounds are deafening—the crack of gunfire, the shatter of glass, the roar of a motorcycle engine.
Then, as quickly as it started, it stops.
The bike peels off down the road, rounding the next street corner by the time I look up.
I stay hunched over Solana for a beat, my heart slamming against my ribs, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Then I push myself up and scan the road through the destroyed window. The bike’s getting smaller in the distance, but before it was able to drive off, I caught a glimpse of the license plate.
The Road Rebels insignia was unmistakably stamped across it—an illustrated bike crashing through a road of rubble.
Here I was assuming the Peñas have been behind the shitshow that’s been going on when it seems old rivals had other ideas.
“Solana,” I rasp, pulling her up and searching her all over. Her arms, her shoulders, her face. “Baby, you alright? You hit anywhere?”
She’s trembling, her eyes wide and glassy with shock, but she shakes her head. “I… I don’t think…”
She trails off, unable to even finish her sentence. But I’ve already spotted the blood trickling down the side of her neck from her ear. A piece of glass must’ve caught her when the window shattered.
“Fuck,” I growl. Pure murderous rage surges through me, white-hot and consuming. Somebody shot at my woman. Somebody made her bleed.
Which means somebody’s gonna fucking die tonight.
“Buckle up, baby.” I start up the truck, jaw tight and chiseled from the tension lancing through it. “I can’t let this shit slide again. I have to go after him.”
I yank the wheel hard, pulling a sharp U-turn that sends gravel spraying. The tires crunch against the asphalt as I barrel after the motorcycle, the engine roaring as I push it to its limits.
The biker’s got a head start, but he’s on a bike and I’m in a truck with a whole lot of horsepower and even more rage.
