“Vingt-et-un.” I lie, as has been my habit whenever someone asks when I do tattoos. People tend not to want a kid to do their ink.
Still, I can’t help smiling at her. It’s oddly comforting to have someone who speaks one of the languages I’m fluent in. Not many people speak French or Haitian Creole. In the years since I came over with Snake, I’ve had to work hard not to lose my language.
Hadrián was the one adamant that I keep my language skills up. “It’s part of who you are. Don’t ever forget where you came from or your people. No one can take that from you.” He told me about a year after we got here.
“Hey, it’s time. Y’all have a little less than two hours to get this done before the sun comes up.” Snake’s tone is kind and almost apologetic as he explains the urgency.
In one smooth motion, he sweeps her up onto his broad, strong shoulder.
Though she’s my height, she’s sitting so high she can touch the ceiling if she stretches her arm out.
Fear seems to wrack her then, making her shiver.
“Shh, Angel’s going to take care of you. Just concentrate on him. Eyes ahead, duck.” He murmurs, striding out of the office with the twin cousins following close behind them like the devil’s bridesmaids.
I hear the roars erupting. Peeking my head out, I watch as they clear the hallway entering the main club area.
Sneaking behind them with the stealth of a cat, I creep over to the bar. Ellie’s nowhere to be seen. I breathe a sigh of relief. She’d make me go back to Angel’s office and would definitely narc on me to her brother.
I watch as he strides through the throngs of people. The muscles of his back flex as he holds Angel’s claimed mate aloft like she’s a war prize.
Whiskey and weed permeate the air. He takes the stairs with the quickness of a reptile sliding across the sand.
A big, gleaming Harley-Davidson motorcycle sits proudly on the stage. I recognize it as Angel’s. So that’s where it was instead of its normal spot out back, I muse.
Intrigued because I’ve never been witness to anything like this, I watch as he places her on the seat of the chopper, then whispers something down to her. She clutches the robe closed in response.
A smattering of jealously ripples through me as he gives her a wink before taking the stairs down into the crowd.
Quickly, before he can see me, I dart behind a column. I still have a full view of the scene that emerges.
Angel steps out of the shadows, stalking like a panther over the mesmerized curvy girl on his chopper. He steps between her legs, wrapping his big arms around her. He growls down at her, making her head snap up like she’s been caught in his web.
He says more just for her. She nods, and his head dips, and he practically devours her in a kiss.
I don’t stop the whimper that escapes me. The scene that follows is so erotic the entire crowd is enthralled by the tableau playing out before us.
Watching the president of el Diablo kneel before his woman and worship her before all will forever be seared on my brain.My breath may as well be a hummingbird’s wings. I know I shouldn’t be watching them come together in such an intimate way.
Longing consumes me watching them. Of their own volition, or maybe it was the heaviness of his stare, but my gaze finds and snags on that of my protector. He’s watching me watch Angel and the girl he’s taken as his own make love. Instinctively, I know that it’s more than fucking. The way they are coming together is a thing of legend.
His body covers hers mostly from view, but Snake clearly has the best view as he stands sentinel closest to the stage. But he’s not looking at them. No, he’s laser focused on me. My gaze dances back and forth between him and them. I can’t seem to make up my mind which I want to look at.
I know when I look at the fierceness of his gaze I don’t see my guardian. I see a man looking at me with pure desire. His jaw ticks. He’s not watching the explicit image before him. His eyes are on me.
Unbeknownst to me, I’ve fully stepped out from the pillar I was hiding behind. Everything all falls away as his eyes rest on the rapid rise and fall of my chest. My nipples are peaked and diamond hard, pressing against the fabric of my shirt. My body is primed and ready. His fiery gaze is like a filthy caress. I squeeze my thighs to soothe the ache. He more than notices. His nostrils flare, almost as if he can scent my desire. Can a look make you come? His could.
A heavy groan and a muffled cry as they climax ripple through the throng. Reaching out I grip the smooth wood of the bar, having felt the cataclysm between the lovers to my very soul. The crowd pulses with the atmosphere of sex surrounding us.
Angel gathers his curvy little bundle in his arms like she’s the most precious thing in the world and strides down the stage. People part like the Red Sea for him.
Scooting out before Snake can catch me, I all but run back to Angel’s office.
I’m just taking my place on the couch when Angel comes in and shoulders the door closed.
“Aye. Can you give us a minute?” A harried look marks his handsome face as he looks down at her. “She passed out.” Placing her on the sofa, he rakes his big hand through his curls, concern marking his features as he gazes down at the woman he just made love to in front of the whole MC.
“Um, yeah. I-I’ll be right outside.” He looks just as confused as I am by his reaction. I’ve never seen him bothered or concerned for anyone save his sister, Lourdes, my best friend. As I close the door behind me, I can’t help but think in leaving him to his own little trouble, this is a good thing. I can’t wait to tell Lourdes.
