Jasmine

Two weeks later, I pulled open my door and lost my breath. Mostly because Alamo’s mouth was suddenly on mine, so breathing wasn’t really possible with his tongue down my throat. But I didn’t care, because I could live on this man’s kisses for the rest of my life if it came to that, so I slid my hands into his hair and held on tight.

God, I’d missed him. We’d seen each other the sum total of three and half times in the last fourteen days (once being when he brought me to the compound to do Quinlan’s hair), and I hated the fact life got in the way of whatever was happening between us. This thing, this beautiful thing was delicious, and I wanted it to never end.

He broke the kiss and ran his nose against mine. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey.” I smiled. “How long do I have you for?”

“You want me all night, I’m yours.”

My heart raced. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, baby.” He grinned. “You want me all night?”

I knew the underlying meaning of that question, and since I was no longer a teenager, my rule didn’t really apply anymore. It started out as a way to protect myself, but I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone, so tonight was the night.

“Can we get naked?”

He closed his eyes briefly, then kissed me again. “We can absolutely get naked.”

“Now?” I whispered.

“Yeah, Firefly. Right now.”

I licked my lips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Alamo chuckled. “Baby, I’m in. You in?”

“I’m so, so in.”

“Permanent like, Jasmine.”

I nodded. “Definitely, Alamo.”

After locking up, I led him down the hall to my bedroom, and then his mouth was on mine again and all my nerves disappeared.

Alamo wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, tugging my T-shirt over my head and sliding his hand to my neck as he deepened the kiss. I tore at his cut and shirt, wanting to feel his chest against mine. He broke the kiss briefly to pull his shirt over his head and I took that second to unhook my bra.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped, kissing me again and pulling my bra off, dropping it to the floor. He cupped my breasts and ran his thumb over my nipples, then guided me to the bed and lifted me onto the mattress. He unzipped my jeans and tugged them down my hips, panties and all, kneeling between my legs and guiding one leg over his shoulder.

He kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, before covering my core with his mouth, his tongue pressing against my clit as I fisted my hands in my comforter. Sucking my clit gently, he slid one finger, then two, inside of me, twisting and reaching my g-spot with an adeptness I wasn’t prepared for, and I came so fast and hard, I cried out as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had washed over me.

Kissing his way back up my body, he scraped a nail across my nipple before leaning down to draw it into his mouth. I gasped as he blew gently where he’d sucked, feeling the bud tighten as he sucked again.

I wove my fingers into his hair and pulled gently, the sensation of his mouth on my tits taking me to a completely different place.

I lost his mouth when he stood briefly to remove the rest of his clothes, but the sight of his perfect body soothed the separation.

“Ohmigod, honey, you’re like... perfect,” I breathed out, and Alamo chuckled.

“Back atya,” he said, and stretched out beside me, pulling me to him, my nipples hardening even more as my breasts connected with his chest.

I slid my hand down his chest and wrapped my fingers around his hardness, licking my lips as I pulled my fist down gently.

“Baby, wait,” he whispered. “If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last.”

I grinned. “We’ll be twinsies.”

He laughed. “Like where you’re goin’ with this, but let’s take this slow, yeah?”

He kissed me quickly and I lost all coherent thought when he slid his hand between my legs. “So wet. Love that, Firefly.”

I nodded and then gasped as he dragged my wetness to my clit with his finger. “Mo,” I breathed out.

He kissed my neck, whispering, “I fuckin’ love it when you call me Mo, baby.”

I smiled. “I fuckin’ love your name, Mo.”

Alamo shifted so he could slide a condom on, then he hovered above me, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance. Kissing me, he slid partially in, letting my body adjust to his size. I gripped his arms and wrapped a leg around his hip, arching into him, silently begging him for more. He understood, pushing further into me, and I whimpered with need.

“You okay?” he asked.

“More, Mo.”

He obliged, surging deep into me as I matched the motion of his hips with mine. Linking his fingers with mine, he dragged my hands above my head and anchored me to the mattress as he slammed into me over and over again.

“I...”

“Come, baby,” he rasped, and I exploded, crying out his name as my body thrummed with ecstasy.

He released my hands, sliding one to my neck to stroke my pulse while he kissed me, then he gently pulled out of me and headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t move, so I stayed put, taking deep breaths as my body began to cool.

I craned my neck and watched Alamo walk back into the room, licking my lips at the sight of his naked body. God, he was gorgeous.

He grinned, climbing back onto the bed and settling a warm washcloth between my legs. “Love the way you look at me, Firefly.”

“How do I look at you?”

“Like I’m the only man in the room.”

I cocked my head. “You are the only man in the room.”

He chuckled, gripping my chin. “Tonight I am, true. But you look at me like that regardless of where we are.”

“Do I?”

He kissed me. “Yeah, baby, you do.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I need to stop doing that.”

He shook his head. “You absolutely do not need to stop doing that.”

He gently cleaned me up and threw the washcloth into the bathroom, then he kissed me and pulled me up against his chest.

“You are perfect,” I whispered.

“You think?”

“Your body, just to be clear. I’m sure you’ve got something wrong with your personality somewhere. I’ll be sure to let you know when I figure it out.”

Alamo laughed. “No, you can go ahead and keep that to yourself. I’m good with you thinkin’ I’m perfect all over.”

“I’m good with that for the moment.” I smiled. “Why don’t you have any tattoos?”

“I do have one,” he countered, and turned so I could see the Dogs of Fire logo on his right shoulder blade.

Tracing my fingers over it, I smiled. “Why only one?”

He met my eyes again. “You like tattoos, Firefly?”

I shook my head. “I don’t have a dog in that fight, no pun intended. It’s different that you’re almost totally bare, so to speak, while the rest of the club are super tatted.”

He shrugged. “I don’t do anything permanent unless I am totally committed. I’ve never found another reason to mark up my body, so I haven’t.”

“I like it.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded. “Your body’s beautiful, Mo. No matter what you decide to do.”

“Good to know.”

“Um.” I bit my lip. “How’s this all going to work?”

“What?”

I waved my hand between us. “This.”

“Yeah, baby, I got that part. What are you worried about, specifically?”

“Who says I’m worried?”

He gave me a slight squeeze. “Because your body just got stiff and you scooted away a little.”

I sighed. “Sorry.”

“What’s on your mind, Firefly?”

“Never mind. It’s not important.”

“Baby, if you’re feelin’ somethin’, it’s important.” He lifted my chin, so he could meet my eyes. “You got buyer’s remorse?”

I rolled my eyes. “Let me be clear. I regret nothing that happened here.”

“That’s good to know. Neither do I.”

I shifted so I could lean on his chest and watch his expressions. “You’re different.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I have never kissed a guy after two weeks of... whatever this is we’re doing... let alone slept with him. I’m feeling a little off-kilter.” I bit my lip. “And Quin’s reaction to us being an item kind of shook me a little.”

He sighed, dragging his hands through his hair. “Quin isn’t what I’d call impartial. And she said she adored you.”

“This is where I need to give you a lesson on society and the things that are said, even though they’re not meant.”

“Fuck me, seriously?”

“Don’t freak out,” I said. “She was perfectly pleasant, but when she said that she adored me, that’s not actually what she meant.”

“What the fuck did she mean, then?”

“That she thought the two of us together was insane and it would never work.”

“Are you shittin’ me?”

“Nope. Swear to Buddha, that’s what she meant.”

“You got all of that from ‘Oh my God, Valen, Jasmine’s the girl you’re dating? I adore her,’” he mimicked in a high-pitched southern voice while waving his hands in the air.

If I wasn’t taking the conversation so seriously, I would have laughed. “Partly. She was a little over the top. Have you ever heard your sister sound that redneck?”

He studied me.

“Have you?” I pressed.

“Not really, no.”

“See? She was also a little monosyllabic while I was doing her hair. Totally unlike her. You sister’s a talker, honey. Typically, I don’t get a word in edgewise.”

“Well, there is that,” he agreed.

“You’ve only got one family member, Mo. And I think she’s worried you’re kind of a player. She kept saying that if you fucked this up, she’d lose me as her hair person.”

“Goddammit,” he muttered.

“Are you a player, Alamo? Should I be worried?”

“No way in hell.” He sighed. “Look, Quin’ll come around. And, so we’re clear... this is a committed thing. Relationship, whatever, but I’m not fuckin’ anyone else. I’m not kissin’ anyone else, either,” he said. “And I’m honored that you let me in your panties after two weeks, ’cause I’m gonna want in often.”

“I like that, Mo. I’m gonna want in yours often, too.”

He laughed. “Anytime you want in, baby. You’re in.”

“Sounds good.”

“I’ll talk to Quin, okay?”

Nodding, I dropped my head to his chest and held him tight. He kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer. I snuggled against his chest and slid my arm over his stomach. “Change of subject,” I said.

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna keep this from my parents for a little bit. Do you have a problem with that?”

This time, he stiffened, so I met his eyes again.

“You ashamed of this?” he asked.

“No! Ohmigod, no. I just don’t want them grilling you yet. If you want to meet them, I’ll take you to meet them tomorrow. It’s not that,” I insisted. “I’m not ready to share you.”

“Share me how?”

“I have never brought a man home, and that’s kind of been on purpose, mostly because I watched what happened to my in-laws. More so, my poor brother-in-law.” I shook my head. “Ohmigod, Simon had to go to every baseball game of 2006 because my dad decided to buy Braves season tickets... for just the two of them. Simon made the mistake of mentioning that he used to play, and Dad ran with it. Jules lost her mind because they had just met, and she didn’t know if it was even something permanent. She wasn’t ready to commit to an entire baseball season with Simon yet, so it was a “thing” for years. Dad said he knew Simon was the one, and since they’ve been married for almost ten years now, he says he wants to vet all of my “gentleman callers.” I’m... well, no, I’m not ready to subject you to that yet. Or share you with my father.”

“Caddies.”

“What?”

“Cadillacs. Really old, super expensive. You can tell your dad that’s what I’m into. If he’s lookin’ for a new son.”

“Good to know you have a price.”

“Let’s just say the sound of my heartbeat is a 250-V8.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to say that the way to a man’s heart is through his exhaust pipe?”

“Whoa, baby. Not quite the relationship I was lookin’ for with your old man.”

I slapped his chest as I tried to control my laughter. “I do not want that image in my head,” I said.

“Neither do I,” he said, pushing me gently onto my back and kissing me. “Can’t seem to stop doin’ that.”

“What?”

“Kissin’ you,” he said, and stroked my check. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Jasmine.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Mo. I’m glad you think so.”

“But?”

“No but,” I said. “Well, at least I’m trying not to let there be a but.”

He grinned. “I’ll get you there.”

“You will?”

“Yeah, baby, I will.”

“I’d really appreciate that, honey.” I ran my fingers through his beard. “How’s Quin?”

“She’s good. Michael’s under control for the moment.”

“Do I want to know what that means?”

“Probably not,” he said. “I’ll fill you in once everything’s settled, but for now, I need you to have plausible deniability.”

His stomach rumbled... loudly... and I smiled. “You hungry?”

“What gave it away?” he asked.

“Come on, let me feed my man.”

“Like that, Firefly.” He grinned. “But you gotta do it naked.”

I climbed off the bed and shook my head. “No.”

“Yep.”

“No.” I grabbed a clean pair of underwear and shimmied them on. “Gross, Mo.”

“Not gross,” he said, climbing off the bed. “Sexy.”

I reached for a T-shirt, but he intercepted my arm and pushed it behind my back. “Like this, then. Just panties.”

“Mo.”

“Do it for me, baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “My blinds are currently open, Alamo. I’m not walking around with the ta-tas on display for my neighbors.”

“Gonna go close ’em right now, then.”

“Knock yourself out. But do it naked,” I ordered.

He grinned and strolled out of my bedroom. I waited until he called out the all-clear, then I headed out to make him something to eat... semi-naked.