Dix: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Reckless Souls MC Book 7), page 10
Lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice the woman who's taken the seat next to me until she speaks. “Rough day?” she asks, her voice a sultry purr.
I glance over, taking in her long, dark hair and how her tight dress clings to her curves. Under different circumstances, I might have welcomed the distraction, but tonight my thoughts are too consumed by Valentina.
“Yeah,” I grunt, turning back to my drink. “Something like that.”
The woman gives me a sympathetic smile and pats my arm. “Well, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here. Name’s Jenna.”
I nod my appreciation but don’t engage further. My mind keeps circling back to Valentina and the danger she poses to everything I hold dear. I need to find a way to protect both her and the MC, but right now, that seems like an impossible task.
I continue to sip my whiskey, letting the burn of the alcohol help numb the pain and frustration I’m feeling. Jenna tries to engage me in conversation a few more times, but eventually, she gets the hint and leaves me alone with my thoughts.
As the night wears on, I think about the life Valentina and I could have had if our circumstances had been different.
If our love didn’t pose a threat to the people we care about. It’s a cruel twist of fate that has brought us together only to tear us apart.
Greedy as I am, I wish I could have it all—my brothers, my club, and the woman I’m falling for.
As the weight of the world seems to press down on me, I wonder if there’s a way to change the rules, to find a path where I can protect the MC and still be with Valentina?
Only time will tell, and as I finish my whiskey, I vow to myself to find that path, whatever the cost may be.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Valentina
“We just need to kill that bitch, no matter what Papa says. We can reach out to another gang to do it for us.” Emiliano’s voice is low, and his tone is conspiratorial.
As I press my ear to Benedicto's door and listen carefully, I'm reminded of how different my brothers are. Emiliano, impulsive and hot-headed, always trying to prove himself.
And Benedicto, the older and more responsible one, is careful and calculating. I don’t trust either one of them.
“You are a fucking idiot,” Bene says to him, full of disgust. “Papa said to leave it alone, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.”
“That’s because you’re a fucking pussy. You just want to be his favorite while I look out for the family.”
Bene laughs. “For the family? This has nothing to do with the hard-on you have for the chick who killed Alejandro? Or the fact that in your fucked-up head, you think it’s your business who Valentina spends her time with?”
Me? I shake my head and press my ear even harder against the door.
“That dirty bastard has no right to touch our sister! She’s a widow.”
Bene scoffs. “Shut the fuck up, Emiliano. Valentina is a grown woman, and as long as she isn’t bringing trouble to the LTC, who she spreads her legs for is her business.”
“How can you say that? She’s our sister!”
My blood starts to boil, and I push into Benedicto’s room. “Yes, I am your sister, you idiot, but I am my own woman.” I smack Emiliano on the back of his head. “Who I sleep with is none of your business.”
He nods. “Damn right it is.”
I fold my arms and shake my head. “Then why did you say nothing when Alejandro fucked other women? You said nothing when he spent evenings with Maribel.”
His expression turns from anger to shock, and I laugh bitterly. “Yes, I know about her, and I had no problem with it because Alejandro and I weren’t in love, no matter what fairytale you conjure up in your ridiculous mind.”
“Still,” he growls and gets in my face. “You can’t fuck that biker.”
He’s trying to intimidate me, but what my brother needs to learn is that I don’t intimidate easily. I push one finger into the center of his chest.
“I can fuck whomever I choose, actually. It’s not your business nor Papa’s.”
He leans in so close; his hot angry breath stings my face. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he hisses. “It is my business, and if that dirty fucking biker has laid one hand on you, he will pay. In blood.”
But I don’t scare easily. I push my finger harder against his chest. “If anything happens to Dix,” I warn, “I will tell Papa what I heard of your plan.” I glare at him to let him know that I mean business.
“You would pick that dick biker over me?”
I shrug. “You chose Alejandro over me. Payback is a bitch.” I turn to Benedicto and wait expectantly.
Finally, my brother speaks. “Emiliano, you need to follow Papa’s lead on this. He’s been doing this a long time, and we need to trust him.”
Emiliano shakes his head, practically vibrating with fury. “He’s living in the past. This cannot stand. It won’t.”
Bene pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a low, angry growl. “Go through with this stupid fucking plan of yours, and it will very likely be me putting a bullet in you.”
He laughs. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”
“I would do anything for Los Tres Colombianos.”
Emiliano’s eyes go wide. “I am one of those three, in case you forgot.”
“That’s the part you never understood,” he says and fold his arms, his expression now deadly serious, almost frightening. “This is about the organization, not any one person. If someone, anyone, puts us in jeopardy, he will pay. He must.”
My brothers stare each other down for several long, tense moments. But as he always does, Emiliano relents first. “I’ll handle this myself. Fuck you both.” He starts for the door but Bene’s words stop him cold.
“You’ve been warned, brother. For once in your miserable life, don’t be stupid.”
Emiliano huffs and keeps walking without looking back. Typical Emiliano.
As soon as our brother leaves, Bene turns his dark eyes on me. “Are you fucking him?”
I take a deep breath and let it out with a slow nod. “I was. I ended things a few days ago for this very reason.” I pause, reflecting on the stolen moments with Dix. He’s rough around the edges, but there's a tenderness in him that I can’t resist.
Benedicto nods. “It’s too late for that. We can’t afford to piss them off right now. Warn him.”
I blink, and my heart starts pumping faster, so loud that I can’t hear anything else my brother says. “What?”
“You heard me. I don’t care who or what you do for fun if it doesn’t affect the business. What Emiliano is planning will affect the business and neither Papa nor I will stand for it. So go take care of it. Warn the bikers.”
I thank Benedicto and hurry to my room, my pulse racing with a mix of fear and excitement. The stakes are high, but I can’t let my brother’s impulsive plan ruin everything.
Inside my suite, I make sure I’m alone before I pull out my phone and hit the speed dial. This isn’t a conversation to have over the phone. I need to see him in person, look into his beautiful eyes and tell him what’s happening.
“Valentina, are you all right?”
I smiled at the concern in my love’s voice. “I’m all right. We need to talk. In person.”
Dix is quiet for a long time and I worry that he will turn me away, but after a long moment of silence, he sighs. “I thought we had to stay away from each other. What happened to, it’s for the best?”
“It is,” I agree with a frustrated growl. “That doesn’t mean it’s easy to stay away from you.”
“No shit,” he growls. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
The smile that splits my face is so wide it’s almost painful. “So, you’ll meet with me?”
“Yeah, I’ll meet with you,” he grunts. “Pack a bag and meet me behind the salon.” He ends the call abruptly, and I nibble my bottom lip, unsure what to make of his angry tone.
Is he actually happy to see me or is his reluctance a sign that he wants nothing to do with me after I walked out on him? I’m not sure, but my heart won’t let me walk away without trying. I owe him an apology and an explanation. I finally know what I want. It’s Dix.
I change out of my green summer dress and slip into a stylish baby pink sweatshirt and jeans. It is something no one will expect me to wear, making it easy to stroll across the lobby with my bag in hand. No one stops me, not even the guards Papa has stationed around the lobby.
I slip outside and make my way to the corner, only instead of walking through the salon, I walk down the alley.
A low rumble breaks the silence, and Dix appears on his motorcycle, his tall frame hunched over the handlebars. His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. The air between us bristles with tension and unspoken words.
“Nice look,” he says gruffly, handing me a helmet. His lips tug into a half-smile, and I smile back.
“Thanks. I'm basically invisible in it,” I reply, trying to lighten the mood.
He huffs out a laugh. “You could never be invisible.” He gestures for me to hop on, and I eagerly oblige, swinging my leg over the bike and wrapping my arms around his waist. As I press myself against him, I’m reminded of the comfort and warmth I find in his embrace.
He takes off, weaving through traffic until we hit the highway. The wind whips around us, drowning out my thoughts and the city’s noise. For a moment, I can forget about the danger we’re in and just enjoy the sensation of being close to Dix.
We approach a tranquil, picturesque lake. The water is undisturbed, reflecting the surrounding landscape like a mirror. A handful of cabins nestle among the trees, but I don’t see any people nearby.
Dix pulls up in front of one of the cabins and stops the motorcycle. I hop off with a smile. “Is this your place?”
He nods, keeping his eyes fixed on the serene lake rather than me. “I bought it a few years back, but I haven't had much time to fix it up.”
“Can we go inside?” Although the calming atmosphere here offers some solace, my concern for my brother remains.
Dix agrees and grabs my bag. He shoulders it with one hand and takes mine in the other. And then we enter the cabin. The interior appears more spacious than it looks from the outside. My eyes travel over an open concept living area downstairs, combining the bathroom, kitchen, and living room.
As he guides me through the cabin, he gestures toward each section with a warm smile, and when he points to the loft bedroom upstairs, he says proudly, “That’s the ten-cent tour.”
I return his smile. “It’s a lovely place.”
“Thank you,” he replies.
I say, “We need to talk.”
And then he narrows his brows, nods, and drops the bag to pull me close. “We will. In a minute.” Both hands spear through my hair, and he tugs my head back just as his mouth crashes down on mine. The passion of his kiss intoxicates me, confirming my belief that Dix is my destiny. The intensity of our connection is undeniable, suggesting that such love is a rare treasure.
When he pulls back, his forehead touches mine with a growl. “Fuck. I needed that. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” I assure him with a soft smile, cupping his face in my hands.
He takes a step back, his gaze searching mine. “You missed me, huh?”
“Yes, I did.”
“But you didn’t call me because you wanted to see me.”
“No,” I sigh. “I didn’t. But it was the perfect excuse to see you again.” I try for a smile and it falters.
“I don’t like games, Valentina.”
“I don’t either,” I admit and hold him close to me. “And that’s why I called you. I can’t stop wondering if walking away from you means walking away from my one chance at happiness.”
I say more than I meant, but when I start telling him how I feel, I can’t stop.
“I’m always thinking about you, Valentina. Always.”
The urgency in my voice grows. “Well, I need to tell you that Emiliano is planning to kill you. And Willow. He’s going to recruit some gang members to do it against Papa’s wishes.” The words tumble from my mouth like an excited toddler but once they’re out, I inhale deeply and let it out slowly. “I couldn’t hold onto that information without telling you.”
“Thank you for telling me,” he says, his face a mixture of gratitude and concern.
“I can't bear the thought of something happening to you, Dix.”
He envelops me in a protective embrace. “Nothing is going to happen to me, babe. You’re my lucky charm.”
“Good to know because you’re about to get lucky. We both are.”
Dix smiles and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back as his tongue scrapes from my collarbone to my chin. Then his mouth is on mine, his lips sliding back and forth across my bottom lip, nibbling it before he kisses me.
The connection between us ignites a fire that consumes us both. At this moment, nothing else exists beyond the walls of this cabin. It’s just me and Dix—nothing else matters.
The need to taste him overtakes me completely as I pull away from the kiss and sink to my knees, freeing his cock from his pants. “I’ve missed you,” I say and stroke his thick length the way he likes. Hard and slow.
“Valentina.” Just my name, that one word on his lips starts a rapid pulsing between my thighs.
“So, so much,” I growl and wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and slowly suck him into my mouth. His scent is home to me. His taste is exactly what I need to center me after thinking I would never see him again, not in this way.
When his hips move, I smile at the erotic sounds he makes while I take care of my man, showing him exactly how much he means to me.
“Valentina,” he growls and grips my hair again in a possessive hold, his gaze colliding with mine as he sinks in and out of my mouth. “Ah, fuck,” he grunts and yanks away, pulling me up to my feet and lifting me in his arms. “I could live in that mouth forever, but I need you, babe. So fucking bad.”
I smile and wrap my legs around him. “Show me.” A squeal escapes when he moves toward the stairs that lead up to the loft. I turn my focus on his strong jaw, nibbling and kissing it as we ascend the stairs. The pulsing vein in his throat draws me closer, and I lick a trail of heat from the bottom of the vein all the way to his earlobe.
He grunts out loud at the top of the stairs and, together, we fall to the bed, mouths fused together so tightly that I’m sure no one will ever separate us again. “I need to fuck you.”
I smile and nod. “Please.”
He tears at my clothes like a mad man, and I love how hungry he is for me. I squirm at how he looks at me when I’m completely naked, like he’s found some lost treasure. One of his fingers starts climbing the inside of my thigh while the other traces lazy circles around my nipple.
“You’re so fucking responsive to my every touch.”
“No one makes me feel the way you do,” I admit and arch into his touch. My nipples are hard, my pussy aches for his touch, but all he does is tease me.
“Remember that,” he growls as his finger finally finds my pussy. “Remember how wet you get from my touch Valentina.”
“Remind me.”
One finger slides deep, and I moan loudly, prompting him to add another. “This pussy is so greedy,” he says.
I can hear the satisfied smile in his voice, but all I can do is moan.
“Okay, just one taste,” he promises.
“Oh!” My eyes snap open and I look down to find his face buried between my legs, his tongue circling my clit while his finger plunges in and out of me. “Dix,” I moan over and over again because holy fuck the man is a pussy whisperer.
In response, he moans as his tongue flicks my clit until a quick orgasm is ripped from my body. He slides his fingers out of me and rubs my juices all over my boobs.
Dix growls and slams balls deep in one long stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He leans forward and brushes a soft kiss against my lips before turning his attention to my tits and the juices still glistening there.
The sight of this man, strong and beautiful, so hungry for me, is erotic as hell. I can already feel my next orgasm bubbling to the surface. “I love the way you make me feel, Dix.”
He grabs my knees and pushes them up and over his shoulders, palming them as he pounds into me, deep strokes that blur my vision. He looks like a dream. “Same, Valentine. This cunt is everything.”
“It’s yours,” I tell him as pleasure erupts from me, shaking my entire body to my core. I have never felt an orgasm quite like this. My body feels like exposed nerve endings, sensitive and on fire and I don’t want this feeling to disappear.
Dix keeps fucking me faster and harder and, instead of fading, my pleasure is stuck on high. I can’t stop shaking and convulsing. Every stroke brings me a new type of pleasure, a different sensation, and I swear I can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slides in and out.
“Oh, fuck Valentina. Babe.” His eyes slam shut, his hips move even faster, ever deeper, those last few strokes pulling something else out of me all together. Those telltale jerky moves begin, and I feel him explode inside me.
The pressure builds and builds and then there’s a rush of liquid between us that feels like the world’s most intense release. “Oh. Si! Diosito!”
Dix opens his eyes, a smile of pure masculine pride in his smile. “Shit, babe. It’s like that, huh?” He presses his hips forward again and again, long and slow. “So fucking wet. This pussy loves me.”
I smile up at him. She’s not the only one. “You speak her language.”
He laughs so loud and booming, so full of happiness that I can feel tears forming behind my eyes. I don’t let them fall, because I don’t want to ruin this moment, this intense physical sensation that’s attaching itself to my heart.
