Chapter Twenty
Sangre sat watching Steel and Paco as they mulled over what Sangre had just proposed: finding the serial killer who’d taken the lives of four women in their small town.
“You want us to become badges?” Steel asked.
“I’m just asking for some backup. Got a gut feeling that Isla is on this crazy asshole’s hit list. I’m gonna look into it because I think the connection is Jefferson High School. I just want to make sure that if I need some help with it I’ve got your okay to involve the other brothers.”
Paco pressed his lips together. “I don’t see why not. I know when all that shit went down with Chelsea, and I needed the club’s support, they were right there for me. We’ll stand behind you.” He glanced over at Steel. “I think I’m speaking for you, too.”
Steel nodded. “Just let us know what you want us to do, and we’re there for you, bro.”
Sangre stood up, walked over to Steel and clasped his hand on his shoulder, then he did the same to Paco. He walked out of the room and made his way to the bar. When he entered the main room, he saw Crow, Shotgun, Skull, Diablo, and Muerto sitting at a table playing cards. He dragged a chair over and joined them.
“What’s going on, bro?” Diablo asked, placing a card down on the table. “Did you talk to Steel and Paco?” Sangre nodded. “They said it’s cool, right?” Again Sangre nodded. “Just let me know if you need my help, and I’ll be there for you. You know it.”
“Same goes for me,” Crow said.
“You know I’m in,” Muerto added as Shotgun and Skull bobbed their heads in agreement.
Pride swelled inside Sangre and he lifted his chin at his brothers. “I’m gonna get this fucker. There’s no damn way I’m letting him hurt Isla.”
“We hear you, dude.” Muerto waved over one of the prospects. Ink came over carrying a tray with a fresh round of drinks for all of them.
“Would Isla be cool about getting the band to sign my sister’s CD? She’s been bugging the hell out of me ever since the show a few weeks ago. I wanna give her the signed CD so she’ll shut the fuck up,” Skull said.
Sangre sniggered. “Sure. Give me one and I’ll make sure Isla does it.”
“Of course Ella and Zoe want to go to the show on Saturday.” Skull took out a joint and lit it.
“That sucks for picking up chicks.” Sangre looked at Diablo’s cards and nudged him. “Great hand,” he said in a low voice.
“Raise fifty bucks.” Diablo looked stoically at the other players.
“Fold.” Skull put his cards face down on the table then placed them onto the discard pile.
“So soon?” Crow shook his head.
“I gotta pick up some stuff for my mom.” He pushed away from the table. “I wanna talk to you for a sec,” he said to Sangre.
The two men stepped outside and the hot air circled around them.
“What’s on your mind?” Sangre asked.
“What you said about not being able to do the Skull magic with the chicks is absolutely right. Ella and Zoe are definitely cock blockers. Since you’re not looking for a chick, I was wondering if you could keep an eye on them for me while I hit on some women.”
“How do you know I don’t wanna hit on anyone?”
“I figure you’re there with Isla, and I know the friend talk is bullshit. Actually, we all know, so Army wasn’t able to get anyone to bet on it.”
“That fucker. I oughta beat his ass.” Sangre chuckled.
Skull laughed. “He’s always got an angle to pick up some extra cash. Anyway, can you help me out? I like hunting for new pussy.”
“I hear ya. I’ll keep an eye on them, even if you want a quick fuck in the back.”
“Cool. I owe you.” Skull stubbed out his joint on the pavement. “Are you going to the party tomorrow night?”
“I was thinking about it. We got a lot of brothers coming from different clubs.”
“I heard most of the Fallen Slayers will be here. It’ll be a good time. Maybe you can get them to go to Iris Blue’s show on Saturday.”
“I think it’s sold out. I’ll ask Isla.”
Skull jingled the keys in his hand. “I better get going. I’ll see you later.” He ambled over to a canary yellow Harley.
Sangre watched him until he disappeared, then he took out his phone and called Isla.
“Hi, sexy.” She laughed softly. The sound of her voice—light, breathy, smooth—gave him a rush that made his pants tight and his imagination work overtime.
“Hey, hot stuff. What’re you up to?”
“Writing lyrics. The guys are coming over to jam later on. We want to record two of the new songs. I like you calling me ‘hot stuff.’ Makes me tingle all over.”
“I wish I was there to make you do more than that. I fuckin’ need to be with you. I’m hard just hearing your voice.”
A breathy laugh. “Just from hearing my voice? Poor boy.”
His cock strained against the denim fabric. “Everything you do makes me hard.”
“I can fix that.” He heard her smack her lips, then a low chuckle. “Come over here.”
His dick groaned. “You don’t know how bad I want to, but I’m meeting with two clients who want security, then later I’ve got an appointment with Chains to go over club business. I’ll come over after that.”
A loud sigh. “The guys will be here until real late. We have to get the songs perfect before we go into the studio tomorrow.”
“Fuck, babe. I miss you.” If Army, Crow, Chains, Shotgun, or some of the other brothers had been standing there, they would’ve had a field day with that one. But he did miss her, and it wasn’t just the sex, although being inside her was incredibly hot. He missed holding her, talking with her, listening to her sing as she wrote lyrics. What he missed was everything about her. Yeah, the brothers would be outta control over this.
“Me too. Let’s go out to dinner tomorrow night. I should be home from recording around six. Does that sound like a plan?”
“The club’s having a party here tomorrow night. A lot of officers from other clubs will be there. I want you to go with me.”
“That’d be great.” Her voice squeaked with excitement, making her sound adorable.
“Don’t be so eager. Biker parties aren’t like the average citizen’s party.”
“I’m sure they’re not any wilder than rock parties or Hollywood parties with the too-much-money set. Believe me, I’ve seen it all.”
“I forgot you live in LA and are jaded.” He smiled when he heard her crack up on the other end. “Even though you’re experienced with all kinds of debauchery, I’ll have to go over the rules with you before you step inside the club. The way you look, you’ll be deer to the hungry lions that’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Definitely sounds like a Hollywood party at around midnight. I’m looking forward to it. Thanks for asking me. I’ve been reading up on biker clubs, and women who aren’t there to put out are usually not included in the club’s activities. Reeks of chauvinism, but hey, it’s your club.”
“It’s more than my club. It’s my world … my life, and I wanted to show it to you. I saw a glimpse of yours at the studio the other night, and it’s time you get a look at mine.”
“Did all your old girlfriends get to party with you?”
“Nah.”
“How come?”
“I didn’t want them to.” And that was true. He kept his relationships at arm’s length from his world. Some of them would ask him to take them to the club or the parties, but he never felt like sharing that part of him with any woman until Isla came back into his life. Now he wanted her to be a part of everything, and he wanted to know her world as well.
Silence fell between them, and he wanted to tell her that he never cared or wanted a woman to be part of his life like he did with her, but instead, he glanced at the time then cleared his throat. “I gotta meet the first client. Mark is on duty tonight, and your band mates will be with you. If anything spooks you, or you need to talk, call me. Do you want me to come by to take you to the studio in the morning?”
“No. The guys will probably crash over tonight, so I’ll just go with them.”
His stomach hardened and he clenched his jaw. “I don’t like that fuckin’ drummer staying over without me there.”
“It’ll be fine. By the time we’re done, everyone’s so damn tired that they usually crash on the sofa and floor even though I have three guest rooms. Don’t worry about Benz—I’m in control, not him. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. I just don’t like that asshole.”
“He’s really okay. You just don’t know him. It’s all good.”
“I’ll call you later.”
Sangre went over to his Harley, bitterness punching at his gut. The idea of the ass wipe spending the night at Isla’s burned deep inside him. The reaction took him by surprise since he wasn’t the type to be jealous, but when it came to Isla, everything was upside down; she got to him in ways no other woman ever had. He pulled over hard to the left lane and hammered it, moving through traffic like a falcon through the trees.
Upon arrival at the office, Sangre had reached a decision: he wouldn’t go over to Isla’s that night. Every fiber in his body wanted to, but he wasn’t sure what he’d do to Benz, and he didn’t want Isla to think he didn’t trust her. She told him she’d be working late, so he’d call her a few times, but he wouldn’t go over. Sangre switched off the engine and headed inside to meet with the company’s new client.
* * *
“Remember to stay close to me. If you have to go to the bathroom, I’ll go with you and stand outside the door. You’re not wearing my patch, so the men who don’t know you will think you’re fair game, and there’ll be a lot of brothers here, and the way you look right now, there’ll be a lot of trouble if one of them messes with you,” Sangre said when they arrived at the clubhouse.
When he’d gone over to pick up Isla earlier that night, she’d greeted him in a short black skirt and a tight-fitting top that showed off her cleavage. Without missing a beat, he had her in his arms, kissing and touching her all over. His lust had been palpable; it’d filled the room. He’d taken her right there, on the floor, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded in and out of her until she cried out as she rode the wave of ecstasy. After a few more pumps, he followed her orgasm then rolled onto his back, tucking her close to him as they’d lain sated on the cold tile floor. Just remembering it now made him tilt her head back and crush his mouth on hers.
“Wow,” she said against his lips.
He pulled away. “Just stay close to me.”
“If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working.” She looped her arm around his waist.
“I’m just telling you like it is.” He draped his arm over her shoulder and held her close.
As they approached the club, she slowed down a bit. “There’re a helluva lot of men outside.”
“There’re a helluva lot of men period. At parties it’s usually ten men to every woman.”
“Damn. Are all the women here willing to sleep around?”
“Yeah. The women who come to biker parties usually know the score. If she doesn’t respect the brothers it can be a problem.”
Isla stopped and looked at him. “What does that mean? You guys don’t force women, do you?”
Sangre shook his head. “We don’t do that shit. If a woman doesn’t want to put out, that’s her decision, but if she mouths off or shows disrespect, she gets her ass thrown out. The problems start when brothers from other MCs come. They have different rules and ideas at their clubs, so sometimes things heat up. We try and maintain order, but it doesn’t always work out. You know, no two motorcycle clubs are the same, just like no two bikers are the same. Attitude, image, and actions of all MCs shift over time, but what never changes is the basic glue that holds all clubs together—brotherhood, trust, and security.”
“Does trouble happen a lot?”
“Not a lot, but sometimes. Almost all the women who come to the parties know the score and want to have a night of wild sex, booze, and weed. Sometimes the trouble comes from brothers fighting each other. It’s the way it goes.”
“With all that testosterone and megawatts of badass attitude, I’m not surprised the guys duke it out.”
As they passed the men milling about in front, Sangre tightened his grip on her hand, pride mixed with anger rising inside him when he saw the way they looked at her. Several of them called out to him, and he raised his free arm in the air and waved his fist.
Inside, red lights lit the main room, which was thick with smoke. A greenish glow lit the bar area that was packed with men in black leather, and Sangre chuckled as he watched the prospects hustling their asses to accommodate the burgeoning crowd. It reminded him of his prospecting days and how glad he was that they were over. Music blasted and it seemed like the walls shook. Women ran their gazes over him, smiling seductively, and men blatantly assessed Isla, lust and hunger glinting in their eyes.
“Let’s go out back,” he yelled near her ear, leading her through the labyrinth of bodies.
The fresh air was a welcome relief from the scent of sweat, weed, and cigarettes of the main room. He guided Isla over to a picnic table and pulled out the bench for her.
“This is so much better,” she said, looking around the yard. “Something smells delicious.”
“Lena’s our cook and she makes the best damn food in the county. The club girls help, but she’s the one calling all the shots. We can get a plate. The table’s in the far corner of the yard.”
“Lead the way. I’m starving.” As they approached the long line, the men and women made room for him to go in front of them since he was an officer of the club. He picked up a plate and handed it to her.
“I like the special treatment you get around here.” She poked him in the stomach then leaned in close, placing her hand on the back of his neck and tugging him toward her. “You’ll have to show me around after we eat. I want to see where you live,” she said, her warm breath fanning over his neck.
He wrapped his arm around her, letting his hand drift to her ass. “I can’t wait to get you to my room.” He pinched her butt lightly then nudged her forward.
As they sat at the table, his plate piled high with tacos, enchiladas, and Spanish rice, and Isla dancing in place while she ate her burrito, Patriot came over with Kelly plastered to his side.
“Hey,” he said to Sangre, his gaze fixed on Isla.
“How’s it goin’?” he answered, slinking his arm around Isla’s waist.
The vice president of the Fallen Slayers MC snapped his eyes to Sangre, a quizzical look spreading over his face. “Not bad. What’ve you been up to?” His gaze darted to Isla then back to Sangre.
“Surviving.” Sangre picked up the beer one of the prospects had put on the table.
“I love your hair,” Kelly said to Isla. “It’s so pretty.”
“Thanks.”
“Do you strip it to get it that color?”
“No. I just put it over my black hair and it gives it this sheen. It pops in the sun or under lights, but if it’s night, it just looks super black.”
“It’s really cool.”
Sangre saw Kelly checking Isla out, and detected a hint of resignation flickering in her eyes. She turned her gaze to him and smiled weakly.
“I see you’ve picked up a real hottie to have dinner with.” Patriot leered.
“Isla’s my woman,” he replied, body stiffening.
Patriot’s demeanor changed immediately, and he averted his gaze from her. “Sorry, dude. I didn’t know.” For the rest of their conversation, he didn’t even glance at Isla, and Kelly stood next to him, her eyes cast downward.
Why the fuck did I tell Patriot that Isla’s my woman? He took another swig of beer. Because she is. I feel something real for her. He popped a chip dipped in guacamole in his mouth, and groaned low when he saw Army approaching with Shotgun and Crow following behind.
“What wrong?” Isla asked.
“Nothing. Just some of my brothers coming over. The one with the short hair can be a real asshole. Just warning you.”
“I can handle anything he wants to bring on.”
“He won’t be rude to you because he knows I’d bash his face in. It’s just that he can be too much at times.”
“Hey, bro,” Army said, slapping Sangre on the back while he looked at Isla. “You gonna introduce me to your lady here?”
Before he could answer, Crow and Shotgun came up to the table, beers and joints in hand.
Shaking his head, Sangre knew he wouldn’t get any peace until he let his brothers meet Isla. “This is Isla,” he said. “And this is Army, Crow, and Shotgun.”
She smiled. “Hi.”
“Aren’t you Sangre’s friend?” Army asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
“You better fuckin’ stop there,” Sangre said in a low voice.
“I just asked a damn question.” Army glared at him.
Isla tugged on Sangre’s arm. “Do you mind getting me a cheese enchilada? These beautiful shoes that I spent way too much money on are killing me.”
He laughed and tweaked the tip of her nose. “Sure, hun.” He got up from the table then pulled Army away from it.
“I was gonna talk to your friend,” he said to Sangre.
“There’s no reason to. I’m telling you to back the fuck off.”
“Chill, dude,” Crow said as he followed them to the buffet table.
“Don’t you start.” Sangre picked up a dish.
“We’re just ribbing you because it’s so fuckin’ obvious that you’re more than friends with her,” Crow replied.
“So the fuck what? How’s this any brother’s damn business?” He placed a cheese enchilada on the plate.
Army busted out loud. “Fuck! This isn’t a friends with benefits, you’re hooked on this chick.”
The dish broke in several pieces when it hit the concrete as Sangre’s fists sunk into Army’s gut. Crow intervened and Sangre drove a fist hard into his jaw; pain screamed through his hand. Crow punched back, and from his peripheral vision, he saw Army coming for him. Sangre catapulted, putting Army beneath him, hitting him in the face.
“I told you to back the fuck off,” he said between short breaths.
Soon a circled formed around the fighting men. Crow had come up from the side and pulled Sangre off Army. Crow then swung a punch at him, but he deflected it, grabbed Crow’s arm and flipped him on his back.
Strong hands yanked Sangre back and he cursed and yelled.
“That’s enough, bro.” Diablo’s terse voice washed over him.
Crow jumped up, wiped the trickle of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, and took a beer Lucy handed him. “Fuckin’ good move, dude,” he said, tipping the bottle in Sangre’s direction.
Cleaning off the dirt from his jeans, Army looked at Sangre. “You’re hopeless. You’re so fuckin’ hooked, bro.” He guffawed and went over to the buffet table and grabbed a plate. “Your woman said a cheese enchilada, right?”
Every muscle in Sangre’s body was tight. I lost my fuckin’ cool over a woman. Over Isla. And in front of all the brothers. He gave a slight nod and took the ice pack Kelly handed him.
“You don’t wanna have that swell up,” she said, her hand lingering a little too long on his.
“Thanks.” He put it against his jaw and narrowed his eyes when Army came over to him with the plate for Isla. He spun around and stomped back to the table.
“What the hell happened to you?” she asked when he sat down. “Were you involved in that ruckus?”
“Here.” He pushed the dish toward her. “I had to set some things straight with a couple of the guys.”
Shaking her head, she picked up her fork. “It’s unbelievable how testosterone-driven your club is.” She took a bite of her food.
“I don’t take shit from anyone.” He watched her wiggle in her seat and a jolt of heat went through his body. I’m so outta control when it comes to her.
“This is so good,” she said, taking another bite.
He swept the hair back from her neck. “You’re fuckin’ turning me on, babe.”
Her eyes widened. “Just by eating?”
She knows exactly what she’s doing. “I can think of something I’d like to be eating.” Slipping his hand under her skirt, he caressed the skin of her inner thighs. “So soft,” he whispered against her ear before pulling her earlobe between his teeth, sucking it gently. A low moan escaped from her parted lips and went straight to his dick. Then his fingers grazed at the edge of her panties, and she squirmed.
“What’re you doing?” She glanced up from under her lashes, her lips curving into a sexy smile.
Staring at her glossy lips, desire burned through his veins, and he lowered his gaze to the swell of her tits. “Nothing.” Burying his face in her neck, he left a trail of tiny kisses there down to the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat as her soft moans egged him on. His finger slipped under her panties and skimmed over her slick folds before pushing inside her.
“Fuck,” she murmured, parting her legs a bit.
“That’s a good girl,” he said in a low voice as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her.
She gasped. “There’re so many people here,” she rasped as she opened her legs wider.
“Do you want me to stop?” He kept pushing in and out. She shook her head and he smiled then thrust in and out of her with speed again and again until her face muscles tightened and her eyes closed.
“Oh, Sangre,” she said in a barely audible voice, and at that moment, he knew she was ready to explode. He dipped his head and covered her mouth with his as she came, swallowing her moans and cries. Isla leaned into him, and he held her close as the ultimate pleasure overtook her.
“I heard you let Army and Crow have it,” Skull said, scooting on the bench across from Sangre.
With one more thrust, he removed his finger from Isla while nodding. “They had it coming to them, especially Army.” Isla nestled closer to him, and he slinked an arm around her shoulders.
“Did you ask her about the CD?” Skull took a big bite out of his taco.
Sangre looked down at her and smiled when her eyelids fluttered open. “What CD?” she asked.
“The one for Skull’s sister.”
“I don’t know if you remember two goofy teenagers shoving CDs in your face at Trailside.” Skull picked up his beer. “One of them was my sister and she’s fuckin’ nuts about your band, especially the guitarist.”
She straightened up. “Yes, I remember her and her friend. I don’t remember their names.”
“Ella—my sis, and Zoe’s her friend.”
“That’s right. They both have the hots for Arsen. Did you want me to get the band to sign a CD for them?”
“If you don’t mind.” Skull glanced at Sangre. “You were supposed to have asked her.”
“I was gonna.” The truth was he’d forgotten, and that seemed to be the norm for him since Isla came back into his life. All that mattered was her and, of course, the club, but she was always forefront in his mind.
“It’s fine,” Isla said, picking up her drink. “I’ll have the band sign one for Ella and Zoe. Are they coming to the show tomorrow night?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll give the CDs to them at the show.” She cocked her head and paused. “Is that Ozzy playing? I’m pretty sure it is, but it’s loud out here.”
“Yup. It’s ‘I Don’t Wanna Stop,’” Sangre said.
“I thought so. Let’s dance. I love this song.” She scrambled out of her seat and swayed her hips in rhythm to the song until he grabbed her hand and led her into the main room to a makeshift dance floor. She spun around, her head bobbing in beat to the music, her hips moving so damn seductively. There was a sheen on her flushed skin and her hazel eyes were bright, and he wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and fuck her good and hard.
The song ended and the slow strains from Bon Jovi’s “I’ll Be There For You” filled the room. Sangre yanked her to him and she curled her arms around his neck and leaned into him, tucking her head against his chest. His arms were around her waist and his hands rested on her ass. Flexing his hips against hers, he ground his hard cock against her. She lifted her head and he crushed his mouth on hers. Kissing, they swayed to the song, and Isla rubbed her tits against his chest.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled against her lips. Cupping her ass, he lifted her inches from the floor.
The song ended and they broke their kiss. Sangre slid Isla down his body, planting her feet on the linoleum floor. The hard-hitting beats of AC/DC rocked the room, and Isla spun away from him and shook her sweet ass in time to the music. She shimmied up to him, her tits jiggling in erotic motion, her mouth moving to the lyrics of the song. He reached for her, but she pulled back, tossing her head back in laughter.
After several more fast songs, the pace slowed down again with another ballad and she moved toward him, her arms outstretched as if to curl around his neck again, but he gripped her hand and pulled her away from the dance floor and up the flight of stairs to his room. His cock was so hard it was painful, and he couldn’t wait to pump it inside her.
Before he opened his door, he pinned Isla against it, kissed her throat, and squeezed her tits. “You were teasing me on the dance floor with these,” he said, dragging his mouth to the swell of her breasts and biting them.
“Let’s go inside,” she murmured, her hand grabbing his hair and yanking his head up. She kissed him, and his tongue pushed against her teeth, urging her mouth to let him in. Parting her lips, her tongue delved inside, and she moaned as he twisted her hair in his fingers and drew her lips even closer to his until there was no space between them. The key jingled in the lock as he tried to open the door. Holding her tight, he pushed it open then kicked it shut.
He skimmed his hands over her curves then reached under her skirt and slid his hand inside her panties and grabbed her ass cheek.
“I gotta have that sweet ass, babe,” he said. With his free hand, he put her hand on his throbbing cock. “See what you do to me?” She squeezed hard and he thought he was going to lose it.
Then she took his hand and placed it on her crotch; the sheer fabric covering it was wet. Desire burned in her eyes. “See what you do to me?” she whispered before running her tongue up the length of his throat.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered.
“Not yet,” she said, tugging his zipper down. His cock sprang out and she curled her hand around it, her thumb caressing its head.
He sucked in his breath. “Fuck, babe.” He tangled his fingers in her long hair.
Isla opened his pants and tugged his jeans and boxers down then dropped to her knees. He watched as she stroked his cock’s head with the tip of her tongue, running it on the underside before she took him in her warm mouth, pushing him deeper and deeper until his balls hit against her chin. “Damn, woman,” he rasped as he yanked her hair. His dick slid in and out of her mouth, each thrust harder than the last, and he relished the fire she lit in his cock and balls.
“I love fucking your mouth, but I’m gonna blow, and I don’t want to, babe.” Placing his hands on the sides of her face, he gently pushed her back. She looked up at him, her lips glistening. He yanked her up and covered her mouth with his, kissing her hard and deep. He kicked off his boots, then threw off his clothes before he watched Isla undress in front of him. Her hard nipples beckoned him, and he came up to her as she shimmied out of her panties, and sucked one of the buds in his mouth while he grazed the other with his thumb.
She buried her fingers in his hair, moaning and squirming under his touch. “So good,” she mumbled.
“Get on all fours on the bed.” He watched her ass sway as she planted her knees on the mattress. “Ass in the air.” She looked over her shoulder and threw him a sly smile then pressed her upper body into the sheets and spread her legs. He was riveted by the firm flesh of her butt. Under the overhead light, he could see her juices glistening between the engorged folds. He licked his lips and climbed on the bed. Taking his index finger, he flicked her clit over and over.
“Fuck me, Sangre,” she moaned.
He chuckled. “You’re impatient, hun.” Flipping on his back, he scooted under her dripping pussy and, with his hands on her hips, he eased her down until she was right above his mouth. He slid a finger inside her then ran his tongue from her wet slit to her swollen clit. Back and forth with his tongue; in and out with his finger. Isla’s guttural groans filled the room.
“I want to fuck your ass, baby,” he said as he kept up his pace on her sex. “Have you ever done it?”
“No,” she panted. “I never trusted anyone enough to do it with.”
“Do you trust me enough?” His free hand squeezed one of her firm globes.
“Yeah, but it better not hurt.”
He chuckled. “It’ll hurt a little, but I’ll go real slow until your ass adjusts to my cock.”
“I hope you have a lot of lubricant.”
“I do, babe. I love knowing I’m your first.” He slid out from under her, and smeared her juices over her ass cheeks then bent down and licked, kissed, and bit them. Running one hand over her smooth globes, he cupped her wet mound with the other. “So fuckin’ tempting,” he said, smacking one of her cheeks with his hand.
She yelped.
“Too hard?”
“No. Harder.”
“That’s what I like to hear, babe.” He smacked again, that time harder. Then his other hand spanked her, and soon he was delivering firm slaps on each cheek in rhythmic order as she moaned and pushed her ass closer to him. With each smack, she got wetter and his dick ached more. Bending over, he soothed the stings to her ass with his tongue while admiring the redness that colored her rounded cheeks.
Leaning back on his knees, he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer and took out a large tube of lubricant. He dipped down and kissed her on the lips then ran his hands down her back.
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I’m so hot right now that all I want is you inside me.”
Sangre leaned over her. “I’m gonna fuck your ass and pussy, baby. I’ll have you tearing out your hair,” he whispered. He felt Isla shiver under him.
Dipping his fingers into her wetness, he smeared her own juices as lubricant then slowly inserted his finger into her. She moaned and he pushed in a little farther then pulled out. Opening the lubricant, he smeared it over his dick, and then adding a bit more to his finger, he covered her rosy entrance with it, pushing it inside little by little, making her very wet and slippery. She moaned and wiggled her sweet ass back into his hardness.
He chuckled. “You can’t wait for my cock to come in. And you’re so fuckin’ wet.”
Bending down, he lightly bit her rounded globes then smacked each one a few times until a pale red colored her soft flesh again. He kissed her tenderly then spread her ass cheeks open, and gently pushed in his dick’s head.
She bucked and cried out.
“How’re you doing, honey? Everything okay?” He rubbed his hand over her back in circles.
“It’s burning.”
“Just relax and push down with your sweet ass. If it’s too much, we can try another time. I can get you a butt plug to stretch you.”
“No it’s not bad. Just different. It feels full, but I like it. Keep going.”
He dipped his head down and kissed the back of her neck. “I’ll take it slow.”
He reached his hand under her and stuck two fingers inside her sopping heat, pushing them in and out. He brought his thumb to Isla’s hardened nub and started stroking the side of it as he inched deeper into her tight entry until he was buried up to his balls. Isla moaned between pants, her butt pushing back against him as if she were trying to take more of him inside her. Her muscles were so tight as they molded around him that he thought he was going to blow his load without even moving.
“It feels so fuckin’ good,” he rasped as he pulled back then pushed back in, his two fingers inside her heated wetness moving in slow rhythm with his dick while his thumb stroked her sweet spot.
A long, breathless gasp from Isla punctuated the sex-filled haze around them. “What the hell are you doing to me?” She wriggled her ass, moving forward a bit then back into his erection. “It feels incredible,” she panted.
His breathing became more and more labored as he slowly pushed in and out, her moans and gasps driving him crazier by the second. He’d never experienced sex the way he did with Isla. “You’re fuckin’ amazing,” he said in a low voice as his free hand grabbed onto her luscious cheek and he rocked his hips forward, pumping in and out of her with steady back and forth thrusts, his fingers and thumb matching his pace.
She pushed up slightly on her elbows, and looked over her shoulder. “You’re killing me.” Her voice was throaty, earthy, and so fucking sexy.
Their gazes locked on each other, their breath ragged and uneven. With her tangled hair, her face contorted and scrunched up, and her forehead dripping in sweat, she looked more beautiful than he’d ever seen her. Sex with her was raw and primitive, and he knew he’d never have enough of her. She was so real, and the way her tight ass squeezed him was more than he could stand. He flicked her sweet nub a few times, then she turned away and buried her face in the sheets.
“Sangre, I’m coming. Oh, it feels so damn good,” she said, her voice muffled. He hooked his fingers and hit her G-spot, and she turned her head sideways, her eyes fixed on his as she screamed out her release, shuddering and gasping.
Sangre growled deep in his throat. “Fuck, Isla,” he grunted as he released in three long body-quaking spasms. He stayed, panting, the musky scent of sex filling his nostrils. He caressed her soft cheeks and slowly pulled out then lay down on the bed, drawing her to him. Their legs intertwined on top of the crumpled, damp sheets.
Isla burrowed her head in the crook of his arm. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.” She ran her nails over his chest.
“You mix me all up, woman. The things you do to me blow me the fuck away.” He threaded his fingers through her hair.
“I think I like that,” she said, a smile in her voice.
They lay sated and spent, the slight rustling of branches scraping against the open window as a breeze blew in, cooling their bodies. As she slept in his arms, he looked at the silhouette of the trees in the moonlight and realized that he was in deep with Isla. He’d never been this consumed by a woman before. It was like she’d cast a spell on him. He had a constant, burning desire for every inch of her all the time. He needed her hot breath on his lips, the taste of her, the touch of her soft skin molding into his, and the sound of her voice running through his veins. What he felt for her was deep and raw, and it was new for him. He wanted to be buried in her all the time, entering her gently then riding her rough and deep. He was like an addict and she was his fix.
But she’s going back to LA. She has a life there. I have a life here.
If he were with another woman, he’d be thinking about moving on about now, but with Isla he couldn’t think about not having her in his life. He wanted and needed her.
As he thought about all the women he’d been involved with, he snorted. He was always the one to leave and never look back, but with Isla, he couldn’t imagine letting her go.
But he knew the time would come when he’d have to.