Alejandro: Padre Knights MC (9 page)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ali lay spread before him on her bed, her skin still moist, drops of water glistening in the soft golden nest between her thighs. Alejandro’s groin tightened as he realized she wasn’t going to say no again, not today. Her gray eyes simmered, and when he kneeled on the bed in front of her he could see that her heart was pounding as hard as his was. Drawing one foot up to his chest he spread her other leg wide, brushing his thumb across the damp curls and loving the way she arched to meet his touch. He slipped his thumb between the folds, rubbing the little nub until it stiffened and then plunging into her slick opening, coating it with her juices.

He held it to Ali’s lips. “Taste yourself,” he growled, and Ali sucked the thumb he offered, her eyes never leaving his. She was no longer the shy girl who’d been nervous about undressing in front of him ten summers ago. Her tongue swirled hungrily around his thumb and she smiled up at him, her eyes wicked and heated.

“See what you do to me?” she asked. “I wanted to come so badly the last time you touched me. I was so close.”

“Jesus, Ali.” His cock jumped to hear those words coming out of her mouth. She traced lazy circles around her nipple with her fingertips and he enjoyed the sight, content to watch until the little peak stiffened and beckoned him. Then he seized it between his teeth and sucked until she whimpered.

“Let me taste you,” she begged, wrapping her hand around him as tightly as she had in the shower. He didn’t even try to refuse. Having Ali on her knees for him had been a particular fantasy of his for a long, long time. His head buzzed with excitement as she pulled him down on the bed and climbed between his thighs.

He tried to close his eyes and enjoy it, but he couldn’t resist watching her. Ali’s creamy ass was thrust high in the air and her hair spilled around her as she grasped him and lapped at the pre-come oozing from the sensitive tip of his cock. He gathered her hair in his fist and held it so he could see her mouth as she worked him in and out. She took him deep, swallowing him down and then working the head with her tongue, alternating corkscrew strokes and dainty flicks of her tongue until his balls tightened and he gripped her hair.

“Ali, wait,” he urged, but she merely looked up at him, her eyes dancing, and increased her movements and suction. Finally he stopped resisting and pumped his hips at her, clutching the sheets with his free hand and groaning a string of barely coherent curses. He hissed as he emptied into her. In a million years he would never forget the look of satisfaction on Ali’s face as she swallowed him down. Afterward she lovingly cleaned him with her tongue until the sensitivity was too much to bear.

Alejandro tugged at her until she lay cradled against his chest. He kissed her hair, her eyelids, and finally, her mouth. “I’ve dreamed of this, Ali,” he said. “I know it shouldn’t happen. I know our worlds are too different. But you were always the one.”

She tipped her face up to his. “Then why did you push me away?”

“Because, Ali. Some things just can’t be. You’re meant for a different life than the one I can give you.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Ali sat up in bed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m sick and tired of everyone deciding what’s best for Ali. Bobby. My mother. Cecile fucking Dawson. How about I be the judge of what I need for once in my life?”

“You don’t need my life. I’m telling you. This isn’t about what dress to wear to dinner, Ali. This is life or death shit.”

“Did you say the other guys have wives and girlfriends?”

“Yes, but—”

“Am I so fucking precious that I can’t handle what they can handle?”

“Maybe you are!” he thundered, sitting up beside her and cupping the back of her head with his broad palm. “Maybe you’re better than this life,
mi angél
.”

“I’m not an angel, Alejandro. Not a saint. Not a damn princess either. I’m just Ali. I love you and I want to be with you. Can we just see what we can give each other without you trying to protect me?” She traced his bottom lip with her elegant fingers and he kissed the tips. “Let me love you,” she pleaded. “Please, for me, let me try.” 

His breathing grew shallow at what her eyes promised, but still he tried to discourage her. “You don’t know what you’re asking,
mija
.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking,” Ali whispered, slipping her fingers into his close-cropped beard and scooting closer. “I’m yours,” she breathed against his mouth.

He had her pinned to the bed by both wrists in an instant. Her eyes said she wanted it that way and she nipped at him as he nudged her thighs apart with his knee. “Mine,” he growled before claiming her mouth with his own, his lips rough on her soft ones. But Ali gave as good as she got. She bucked against him to make her intent perfectly clear, transmitting the depth of her need directly on his hardness.

He strained through clenched teeth. “I’m not some pretty boy who’s gonna check his hair in the mirror between strokes, Ali. I’m gonna fuck you till you beg me to stop. I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget who made you come harder than you ever have in your life.”

“Then do it.” Her eyes glistened and her chest heaved. She licked her lips hungrily. “I’m yours. Make me come for you. Make me scream your name. Take me, use me, fuck me till I cry. I don’t care. But don't you fucking dare make me a promise and break it again.”

When he reached between her thighs she was dripping. 
Ah, she likes a bit of dirty talk,
he thought
. My beautiful, dirty angel.
That was new, as was the way she wrapped her thighs around him as he lowered himself inside her. Her knees clutched his sides like she was riding her horse and she clawed his shoulders, his back, and his ass as he thrust inside her.

She was exquisite. Burying himself inside her was as amazing as it had been when he’d done it years ago. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breath quickened with pleasure. Before long she was gasping, quivering, clenching her teeth as he plundered her. He threaded his fingers through hers and pinned her hands to the bed and she gave herself over to him completely, writhing and whimpering until he pounded into her with furious strokes and she broke. It went on and on; he could feel her spasm around his cock and she just kept coming, her orgasm drawn out by his continued thrusting. Her face was flushed and her mouth hung open in her climax, but he didn’t stop pumping until he felt his own orgasm building from the base of his spine. It ripped free and thundered out of him and he collapsed in her arms, burrowing his face into her neck.

“That’s just the beginning,” he mumbled against her skin a few moments later.

She laughed at his muffled voice. “I can take whatever you’ve got, big boy,” she teased, stroking his damp back and kissing his hair.

***

They spent the morning in bed, promising each other nothing more than the few days they might have together. Ali was insatiable, drawing him back to her again and again. It was as if she’d never been with another man, like no one but Alejandro could fulfill the ache inside her. When he passed out from sheer exhaustion, she watched him sleeping, traced her fingers across every inch of his skin.

Another dead-end,
she warned herself.
You’re right back where you were ten years ago. You can’t live his life any more than you can live Bobby’s. Don’t be stupid.

But somehow Alejandro’s life seemed the better of the two options. It was dangerous and illegal, but he had what she’d never experienced: sweet, glorious freedom.

He wasn’t asking, but if he did, she didn’t know how she’d refuse him.

She didn’t think she could let him walk away again, not after so many false stops and starts.

She couldn’t give up the sweet ecstasy of his lips on hers, his body coaxing every last ounce of pleasure from her, his hands stoking the rising fire in her veins.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Two days later, Ali was in the barn feeding Tip when she heard Alejandro’s voice behind her.

“I was wrong,” he said. “I thought I was taking you away from your society friends, the lifestyle of privilege, but what I’d really be taking you away from is this.”

The lump in her throat burned. She tried and failed to swallow it down.

“And that’s where Bobby fucked up, isn’t it? He didn’t see how much this place is in your bones.” It was as if he was thinking aloud.

Ali didn’t reply. She didn’t know if she could even speak.

“I can’t ask you to give this up. And I can’t put you in harm’s way. So where do we go from here, Ali?” His dark eyes bored into her. “I’m not losing you again. I won’t push you away and I sure as hell won’t let you push me away, not now.”

She set the bucket down carefully and wiped her hands on her jeans.

“It’s impossible,
mi corazón
.”

“I don’t think it’s impossible,” she said quietly.

“No?” He cocked his head and walked toward her. “How so?”

“San Antonio isn’t so far away.” She licked her lips. “Close enough when we need each other. At least for now, while it’s still new.”

“And then?”

“And then…” She slid her arms around his neck and murmured against his mouth, “We re-evaluate.”

He chuckled. “You’ve thought of everything.”

“Almost,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck. “I still don’t know how I can live without this every day.” Her hand trailed down the front of his shirt, feeling the crinkle of the dark hairs underneath. Her fingers edged along the front of his jeans, which were already tented by his arousal, and cupped the bulge they found there.

“I’ll make it up to you every time I come back,” he vowed, covering her hand and pressing it with his own. His mouth found hers again and he kissed her, long and slow and deep. That kiss was a pact made by two people with their own rules. It was a promise of possession and freedom, of love and passion. It both sealed their past and anointed their future. Ali took Alejandro’s hand and led him back into the house. 

***

Bobby slowed the Escalade and crept past the old industrial park. There had been movement all week—trucks in and out, bikes in and out, even a brief visit from Sheriff Hennessy. Once again the gates were closed, but there was activity behind the chain link fence that surrounded the complex. He focused until his eyes landed on the tall man with the dark beard. He watched him move about, giving orders, disappearing and reappearing again. Always that swagger like he owned the world. Like he was a king instead of a punk from the wrong side of town who’d seen easy money in a life of crime.

Why, Ali?
Bobby couldn’t keep his eyes from Alejandro Rojas, couldn’t stop imagining those criminal hands all over her. Like the devil and an angel—black leather and dark looks soiling her wings and staining her purity.

She’d lied and Bobby knew it was a lie when the words fell so easily from her tongue. Yet he hoped—dared to hope—that Alejandro Rojas was just a knee-jerk reaction to stress, a passing fling. Instead, the bastard became a permanent fixture. Discreet as Ali might have been, Alejandro's bike was parked at her house several nights a week. The thought of Alejandro in the same bed Bobby had so often slept in with Ali turned his stomach. It made him crazy.

Once Bobby even parked at the end of her driveway. He walked halfway up and stood watching the lights flicker as they moved about within the house. Then the lights winked out, one by one save for the lone dim flicker in her bedroom. Bobby stood motionless on the gravel that night, staring at the darkened windows until he swore he could hear Ali’s cries of passion. Then he drove out to the new house, half-finished and hulking in the moonlight, and drank until the satisfied sighs died in his ears and things made sense again.

A life of politics hadn’t been his plan, either. He cared about the issues they crafted the basis of his campaign around, but he didn’t care about the public eye half as much as his father. He felt as trapped as she had by the whole thing, but they could have made it work, or at least tried.
Damn it, Ali. Why couldn’t you just wait? Why couldn't you just hang on?
Something twisted deep in his chest as he pictured her face, her beautiful smile and laughing gray eyes. He closed his eyes and they were on the beach in St. Maarten again, Ali in that white bikini coming out of the water like a goddess. The twisting turned to a sharp pain and he welcomed how alive it made him feel.

You belong with me, Ali. You’ll be my wife, the mother of my beautiful children, the First Lady of Texas. You’ll be adored by the public and every door will open to you. To us.

He can’t give you any of that. He’s a thug, a lowlife, a worthless piece of shit not fit to breathe the same air as you. The only thing he can offer you is danger. The only thing he can promise you is pain.

Come back to me, Sugar and I'll show you how good it can be again. I'll take care of you. I'll love you until you forget his face, his name, and everything he ever told you.

I'll erase Alejandro Rojas from your memory once and for all.