The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance (31 page)

“Maybe.” He plucked the gun from her hands and walked over to the table.

She followed along behind him, watching the wide shoulders and firm ass she’d held just a short time ago as he rocked his cock into her. He turned, and then she was looking at the front of his jeans and the nice package it held. This man was well-built. She wasn’t sure if he used a gym or he regularly picked up women and tossed them around for exercise but those massive arms with the visible veins made her want to trace her tongue over them for a good while. What would he get out of that? Probably nothing. But damn—she would have a good time.

“Let’s go get something to eat. I’m hungry.” He waited until she stood next to him and then unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down. “Have a seat. I’ll eat first, and then I’ll get you something later.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sitting on a wooden table with her bare ass wasn’t something she thought she’d do when she started this evening; but, she didn’t think she would have had sex with her club’s rival VP—who she’d been crushing on since forever—or shooting a gun. Being around this adrenaline junky, she was adding up the experiences by the minute. She’d had more adventures in this one night than she’d had in the last four years. The men at her club were boring and old. There hadn’t been much in the way of young blood, even when the new people joined up they were in the latter part of midlife. When the Reaper saved her from a fate worse than any she’d known before, she’d been grateful and had sworn her allegiance to the club; but, she’d come to know that forever was a long time. She shouldn’t have been so quick to give a pledge when she was so young and unknowledgeable.

“Put your feet on the table,” he instructed her with a voice heavy with want.

She did, but that made her thighs fall apart a bit and put her pussy on display for any and all outdoor creatures. She felt so exposed, but at the same time, she felt so sexy. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her goodies before; but, under these bright lights in the middle of a field, it seemed like they were on a stage. He spread her thighs wide and sat down on the wooden benches like he was preparing to eat a feast.

“I knew your pussy would be wet and hot after that experience. Adrenaline always makes pussy sweeter.”

“Is that true?” She wondered where he’d gotten that information until she felt the flat side of his tongue start at the opening and swipe a line to her clit. After that, she didn’t care if it were true or if he was just saying it because this man had a way with his lips and teeth that was magical.

“With you it is.” He was very deliberate with his movements—licking, sucking, and slightly biting her. It was more aggressive than she would have thought she’d like, but it was bringing her to new heights faster than ever. “Mmmm….you like a bit of sharp with your sweet. I like that.”

“It may just be you because I don’t think I’ve liked anything like this before.” She was almost there. She had never had anyone softly nip at her clit, and if anyone had suggested it, she would have told them not to do that, but fuck it felt awesome.

He sucked hard on her throbbing clit and reached up to roll her nipple none to gently between his fingers. She came hard and loud, but where she had always tried to make a little noise so her companion would know she liked what he was doing, this was the real thing. There was no way to stop the moans and yips that rolled out of her mouth. He eased her down, resting his lips on the inside of her thigh and massaging the outside. She wished she could bottle him up and have some later because she wanted to feel like this more often. 

“It’s not just me. You like your sex roughed up a bit and no one has been doing it; but, now that you know, you’ll notice when you don’t get it the way you like it.”

“Is that what you do to keep all the women talking? Find the thing they love so much and give it to them?” She hoped she didn’t sound as irked as she felt. It wasn’t as though she thought they were going to run to the chapel and get married, but she didn’t like to think he was dismissing her.

“I wasn’t trying to get your panties in a bunch. Just didn’t want you to give me too much credit. Truth is I enjoy finding out what makes people tick. That’s just one of my charms. Learning about the people I do business with helps me in various different ways. So, I like to get into the heads of everyone: my men, my business associates, my women, and even my enemies.”

She thought about it and silently agreed that it was a good tactic—one he must have honed well because he seemed to be able to get into people’s heads and sort them out quickly.

Rafael stood up from the bench, picked her up so her legs were around his waist, and slid her to the end of the table. The multi-tasking man had placed a condom on sometime between satisfying her and having the discussion about how he likes to figure people out. He bent his head down for a kiss and entered her at the same time. The taste of his pussy-coated lips and her scent all over his mouth was very sexy to her. She was so involved in her nectar on his mouth she barely had time to hold on to the stallion who was pumping and thrusting for all he was worth. When he broke the kiss, he stood up and held her thighs against his body, as he went in faster and deeper with each thrust.

Watching his face was interesting. From the deep frown on his forehead to the lips that were drawn so tight, she didn’t think he was going to allow a single thing to escape them. He surprised her with a small puff of air. Then, like a pressure steamer that seemed primed to overheat and explode, he hunched over with determination apparent in his dedicated movements, his thrusting becoming more erratic. His orgasm was quiet, but his expression was magnificent, his deeply heaving breaths telling the truth of how hard he had come.

“You’re pussy fits my cock like it was made for it,” he said when he was able to talk without sounding as if he had just run a marathon. She enjoyed watching him pull himself together.

“Maybe it was,” she returned, trying not to preen about his comment. For all she knew, he said that to everyone just to make them feel special—since he was an artist at getting into people’s heads and finding out what they wanted most.

“Let’s get out of here and get something for you to eat.”

“Does that mean real food or are you going to feed me your cock in another location?”

Rafael threw back his head and really laughed at that. “Although it sounds like a good plan—and I may take you up on that later—I was really going to see about giving you a bit of nourishment so you could continue to keep up.”

There was a chest by the table that had lots of supplies. Emma was happy there were wipes in that box or she would have been a sticky mess. His lingering chuckles and grins in her direction made her happy she had such a smart-ass mouth—at least tha what she’d been told. She found she was very hungry and was still feeling the sexual high.

Sashaying up to him as he stood at the table, she smiled up at him. “You lead and I’ll follow,” she told him, as he handed her the ammunition to carry.

He bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. It was different from the other kisses she’d gotten from him. It wasn’t seductive or a means to an end. It felt like a spur of the moment kiss—just for the hell of it—and it was the sweetest she’d ever received.

CHAPTER EIGHT

He was having a good time with Emma. She was sweet, sexy, and sensible…his favorite combination. That she actually used the gun when he’d directed her to do so was a nice surprise. People don’t usually have fear that so evident on their faces if it didn’t come from a dark place. He hadn’t wanted to know about the pain or the situation that had gotten her to that state of terror for a lot of reasons. One—she probably would have wanted to know something more about him, and the other was because he was being pulled in by her charm so quickly that he was almost afraid to know more. In any case, that bonding moment did more for him than he thought it would. Also, she made him smile. He did his fair share in that he wasn’t a “Grumpy Gus.” However, she really got him going. Her witty banter and snarky remarks made him want to match wits and get further into her.

That she was a tie to his beloved foster mother was also, if not a plus, then a pleasant coincidence. They pulled into the lot of Sparkies, one of his favorite late night dives. He loved it because most people hated the place and he could be where no one knew him and no one wanted to. Was it the nicest place to take someone new? He wasn’t really sure because most of the dates he went on started and ended in the bedroom—so there weren’t a lot of social outings with a woman.

Turning off the bike, he was almost sorry the ride was over because he’d enjoyed her holding on to him and riding between her thighs. Yes, he’d slid into Emma’s hot sheath a couple of times that evening. The last time drained his essence he’d come so hard. He’d been with lots of women, but this one he actually wanted to meet up with again.

When she had looked up at him as he slid into her warmth the first time, he recognized her as the woman he’d thrown out of the way when the three clubs were trying to settle a few differences and draw a few lines in the sand. He didn’t care about the fight, as they had agreed to only use hands before the meeting even started—but even fist fights could get brutal…and it had. He watched a guy bowl over the redhead, but when his gun fell out of wherever he kept it, she looked as though she’d seen a ghost. Her face was pasty white and her eyes grew big. Right in the middle of glass breaking, heavy stomping, and men hitting the floor at a rapid pace, she sat hunkered, staring at a gun as if it could get up and bite her. He’d gone over to her and put her behind the bar so no one else would see her. “Placed” may have been a mild word, as he was in the middle of a battle; but, he’d made sure she landed on her rump and not her head. She should have been happy she wasn’t a casualty in that ugly fight.

“This place looks…interesting,” she said, as she hopped off the back of the bike. Again, he thought about how sorry he was that the ride was over. He’d enjoyed watching her body move as she stretched out her legs. If she didn’t stop bending over so much, she would find herself stuffed with his cock again. It seemed to think it was a teenager in her presence. What the hell? Most women he’d fuck once or twice and become satisfied—but not this one. He wanted to get his cock in her almost as soon as he’d finished—and he’d had her twice already.

“I’ll admit it doesn’t look like much, but the food is fantastic and the environment is stellar,” he said trying to keep his mind on what she’d said and not her thick nipples, clearly growing hard beneath her shirt.

She shook her head and he could tell she wasn’t expecting much from this little place. For once, “Don’t judge a book by its cover” was in full effect when it came to this hole in the wall. He wanted to tell her that. Now, he couldn’t wait to show her the inside of this establishment. He opened the door for her and waited to hear her response.

“It’s much better looking on the inside than the outside,” she admitted freely.

As soon as they walked in, Rafael spotted his friend Andres "Fat Jesus" Rios, a man known for his loyalty to himself, his ability to get anything someone wanted, and his appearance. He looked exactly like the picture of Jesus that resides in any church with the long hair and the blue eyes, but he was carrying about 80 to 90 extra pounds…thus, the reason for his nick name—“Fat Jesus” or sometimes “Fat J.”—was approporiate. He wasn’t overly happy to see Fat Jesus, but if it had to be someone that he knew, he was glad it was him. He walked up to the man, knowing that he was going to have to say something so he may as well do what he typically did and face up to what was going on.

“Hey, Rafael,” Andres said as he spotted him. The large man put down his burger, wiped his mouth on the paper napkin next to his plate, and seemed to take in all that happened with his gaze. You didn’t get far in the life they lead without being able to sum up a situation quickly and read between the lines.

“Fat J., what are you up to?” Rafael said, wondering what the wise man was going to tell him.

“Not as much as you are apparently.”

Rafael could tell by the look in his friend’s eye he had something to say and he’d rather not hear it in front of Emma. He took out a few dollars from his wallet and handed them to her.

“Emma, go get me the bacon burger dog meal and get yourself whatever you want. I need to talk to my friend here.” He was glad she was a club girl because she seemed to know that meant she needed to walk away, and she did so with no fuss at all.

Sitting down across from his friend, Rafael stretched out his leg on the booth’s seat and had his back against the wall. He looked over at Fat J. “I could see you wanted to say something and I’m hoping it’s job related. Do you have an answer for how long it’s going to take to bring in the weapons we need to fill the order for the Haitians?”

Fat J. looked at him while he chewed the huge bite he placed into his mouth, wiped his lips, and put down his napkin. It was a wonder he was so big because he wiped his mouth and hands between every bite. “What are you doing, Rafe?”