Dix: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Reckless Souls MC Book 7), page 15
Valentina buries her face in my chest. “I missed you too, Dix. So much.”
We stand for a moment, holding each other close, until I finally exhale, taking Valentina’s hand in mine. “Come on. Let’s get you settled,” I tell her and tuck her under my arm before I lead her into the clubhouse.
“Dix,” she freezes and her grip on my waist tightens. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Those big green eyes dart around warily, and my heart clenches at what she must be feeling. First kidnapped by her brother and now brought into a place where everyone views her as the enemy.
“I’m right here with you, babe. I’m at your side. Always. Trust me?”
She flashes the most beautiful smile ever and gives an almost imperceptible nod. “I trust you, Dix. Completely. It’s the others I don’t trust.”
“Okay.” I press another kiss to her mouth and pull back, standing proud and daring anyone to say shit about having her here with me. “My brothers need to hear the details, and I don’t want you to have to tell the story more than once. Yeah?”
“Okay, yes.”
I don’t let go of her hand as I find Ace in the fancy-ass computer room with Wild Man and Gia. “We need to hear Valentina out,” I say unceremoniously.
Ace looks up and, though he’s not happy, a look of relief crosses his face as he settles his gaze on her. “Glad you made it back safe and sound.”
“Me too,” she answers with a shaky breath.
Ace nods and follows us back into the clubhouse. “We need ten minutes in here, patched brothers only.” He stares around the room until all the women and Bitches clear out, the prospects right behind them until it’s just me, my brothers and my woman.
I whisper in her ear, “Take a seat.” But Val shakes her head.
“I can’t. I’ve been sitting for hours,” she answers, her hands fidgeting and her gaze unable to focus on one thing for too long. “I’m going to stand.”
I nod and take a step back. This is her story to tell. “You got this, babe.”
Ace strolls across the clubhouse until he’s a few feet in front of Valentina, sizing her up until he’s satisfied this isn’t a trick. “Are you all right? If you need medical attention, we have a doctor.”
“I wasn’t abused or beaten, just locked up away from the world on the outskirts of Bogota.” She looks around the room at the skeptical and wary gazes my brothers aim right at her and composes herself. She’s so goddamn strong. It’s admirable.
“I’m just, I don’t know, shaken up and angry.”
Ace nods. “Can you tell us what happened?”
Valentina nods and gives me a shy look over her shoulders before standing a little taller and facing the brothers head-on.
“I was trying to call Dix about what I’d overheard my brother plotting against Papa’s wishes. My back was to the door when the phone was ripped from my hands and one of his men grabbed me. We argued and then we fought before he injected me with something that knocked me out. I woke up in Columbia at a house I’d never been to before, and that’s where I was until yesterday. Then I came here.”
“And they just let you go?” Shades, of course, is as skeptical as ever.
“No. I ran away.”
“Does your father know you’re here?” Coop is less confrontational, but his guard is up.
“No. I haven’t talked to him. He knew where I was, and he did nothing to stop it.” She recounts her run across the villa and finding a cab to take her to the airport.
“And you just managed to catch an international flight with nothing on your person?”
She laughs and the sound is bitter as hell. “Not with nothing.”
“When I woke up in Colombia, my purse was right beside me with everything else. Emiliano didn’t take it.”
“Dipshit,” Dix snarls and shakes his head.
“He’s an angry, immature child, not a criminal mastermind,” she replies simply.
“Why should we trust you?” Ace’s question didn’t come out of left field, but I’m still angry at his tone. I don’t like anyone talking to my woman with so much disrespect. But I want her to stick around, so she has to hold her own.
“You probably shouldn’t,” she admits. “I know who I am, a cartel princess. To you all that means is that I can’t be trusted, that I’m part of my father’s business. But the truth is, I’m just his daughter. Useless and not trusted to handle details of the family business. Even Alejandro never trusted me with LTC secrets.”
She sighs and reaches for my hand, which I give freely.
“I’d sooner hurt myself than cause Dix any harm. Other than that, I don’t know what to tell you.”
I smile down at her and kiss her forehead. Everyone is smiling but Ace.
“Tonight, Valentina stays here,” he says. “But we can’t risk fucking up the questionable peace we have with Rojas. I need to think about what we’ll do next.”
“Okay,” I say, unhappy but understanding.
Ace nods, a ghost of a smile playing along his mouth. “Enjoy tonight and meet me back here at ten to talk about our next move.” His gaze bounces between us. “I’m happy for you brother. But worried.”
“Ain’t we all,” I reply and pull Valentina closer. I take her lips in a hot kiss that gets my dick hard. My tongue slips between her full lips, and I devour her mouth. I kiss her as if that can possibly make up for lost time.
Nothing ever will, but I savor the taste of her, the feel of her curves under my hands, pressed against my body. I whisper, “I’m never letting you go again, Valentine. Not fucking ever.”
She presses her forehead to mine and smiles. “That’s good to hear because I’m not going anywhere.”
We hold each other close, eyes closed as we just breathe each other in moment by moment. This separation’s been too long and more than that, it solidifies for me how I feel about this woman. I love her, and as soon as I have a moment alone, I’m going to let her know just how much she fucking matters to me.
“Never,” I whisper.
But leave it to Banger to kill the vibe. “Never thought I’d see the fucking day,” he jokes. Banger laughs, and he’s soon joined by the rest of my brothers.
The noise they bring pulls Valentina and me apart, and I look at them, flashing shit-eating grins like they know something I don’t.
But I mean what I said to her. I will always protect her and support her. I won’t ever leave her again.
Not for any fucking thing.
Valentina stares at the sparse room, probably wondering what in the hell she’s gotten herself into. I hide my smile when she asks the question burning her tongue. “Is this where you live?”
I turn to her and wrap her in my arms, brushing a soft kiss on her lips, even though my body is craving more. “Would that be a deal-breaker for you, Princess?” Her hands slide up from my waistband and cup my face. “Not as long as you have no objection to me making the place homier. I also have a small trust fund, so we could get a place.”
I’m surprised by her offer. “You’d do that?”
“I would.”
“Well, you don’t have to, Valentina. This is where I lay my head when I’m too drunk or tired to drive home. It’s best for us to stay here for the night because we don’t know who’s watching. Easier to keep you safe.”
She says nothing for a long time, and I wonder if she’s thinking about getting the hell out of here and going back to her cushy cartel life. But all she says is, “You know, I could really use a shower.”
“Let me show you the way.” I grab her hand and tug her across the room to the small bathroom that’s just big enough for two. “It’ll be a tight fit, but I’m sure we can make it work.”
Valentina smiles up at me and steps into my personal space. “I don’t mind a tight fit, Dix. Do you?”
“Not at all,” I answer, and she pushes my shirt up and over my head, swiping a tongue across my nipple. “Val,” I groan and crank the shower spray to hot. Steam fills the room all around us, adding to the dreamlike state we’re in.
“I never thought I would get to be with you again, Dix.”
“Me neither,” I growl. My need for this woman is so great, so overwhelming, I crush our mouths together and kiss her until we’re standing there in the bathroom naked and panting, staring at each other like two fools in love. “What are you doing to me, Valentine?”
“Nothing yet,” she purrs and steps into the shower first, her skin glistening with steam from the hot water. I follow closely behind, admiring the curve of her back and the way the water droplets cling to her hair.
As the hard streams of water cascade over us, I let out a sigh of pleasure, savoring the sensation of being so close to her again.
Finally.
“Let’s get you clean first,” I growl and reach for the ocean-scented body wash, lathering her back down to her ass and her legs while she moans about how good it feels. I add more soap and slide my hands up her legs, a whisper of a touch over her pussy before I turn her around and start all over again.
“Dix,” she whispers. “Please.”
“Tell me,” I growl as I soap her gorgeous tits, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger until she arches into me. My hands slide down her narrow waist and back down to the flare of her hips and lower, deeper.
“Tease,” she gasps when my fingers leave the thick lips of her pussy.
I aim the shower head to rinse her off, and if there was ever any doubt how I feel about this woman, it’s wiped away in this moment. She’s gorgeous with her hair clinging to her wet skin, all around her shoulders and collarbone, falling down her back. With her hard nipples, her skin wears just a hint of pink from the hot, steamy water.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Valentina.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she purrs and reaches for me. “Now make me feel good, Dix. Please.”
My lips stay on her skin, and I taste every inch of her from her mouth down to her gorgeous tits and midsection. My hands skate down her strong legs until I reach her toes, tossing one ankle over my shoulder so she’s completely bare to me.
“Such a pink, juicy pussy.” One finger parts her bare pussy lips, and my tongue finds her clit, pink and swollen.
“Yes,” she moans and throws her head back when my lips tug on her clit, sucking until her legs begin trembling. “Dix!”
I smile against her and use my tongue to torture her, flicking my tongue against her clit over and over, as one and then two fingers slip inside where she’s wet and pulsing for me.
“I think this pussy missed me.”
Valentina murmurs, “Kiss her so she knows how much you missed her.”
I laugh and do exactly what my woman asks, French kissing her pussy like we were long lost lovers. She lets out a long, erotic moan that’s like a tether to my cock, making him stand up, ready to join the party.
“Yes, Dix. Oh fuck, yes!” Her hips roll and her foot slips a little, but I grip her thigh to steady her. “Fuck. So hot.”
Her legs start to shake, and I pump my fingers into her harder and harder, as her hips roll. She’s chasing her own pleasure right alongside of me, and I flatten my tongue and lick her clit in long, slow strokes.
“Dix,” she cries out again, telling me she needs more.
“I know,” I growl against her pussy with a smile. I lick her long and deep and then let my tongue smack her clit while she makes the hottest, most animalistic sounds I’ve ever heard.
“Please,” she shouts and bucks forward.
I add another finger, and she lets out a moan that starts in her belly, clenching around three fingers as they open her up for me.
“Yes!”
The point of my tongue rubs fast circles all around her clit, teasing her until she grips my hair so fucking tight it burns. I don’t give a shit. This is my show, and I’ve missed my woman.
“Dix, please,” she moans again, the sound makes my cock leak between my legs.
She’s shaking so hard, breathing like she’s in the middle of a marathon. That’s when I give her mercy, latching on to her clit, sucking and kissing as pleasure shoots from every ounce of her body.
“Dix, babe, fuck,” she shouts and the sound echoes off the bathroom walls. She cries out at the intensity of my mouth on her body, her hips jerking with ever-slow swiping of my tongue. She whimpers with every pass of my tongue, grinding on me as her muscles start to give out.
“I love the way your magic mouth and fingers feel on my pussy.”
So, just to oblige, I kiss her pretty pussy for another full minute before releasing her.
“And I love the way my mouth makes you say my name.” I wiggle my brows and take a step back when she reaches for my cock. “Come on.” I step out and grab her, tossing her over my shoulder because I know she’s too weak to walk right now.
Fuck towels and all that shit, I toss my woman on the bed and crawl up her body, latching on to one nipple while my fingers plunge into her pussy to make sure she’s not just dripping, but sopping wet for me.
“Dix,” she says and reaches for my wrist, but her hips swirl against me. “I can’t take anymore, but I don’t want you to stop.”
“That’s how you make me feel,” I tell her and move to the other tit.
Her hips jerk up again and her pussy tugs on my fingers, pulling them deeper inside, her greedy little cunt practically snaps my fingers around her second orgasm. “Dix, oh fuck, oh fuck…yes!”
I smile and slowly pull my fingers out, licking them clean before I settle between her legs and push her thighs up, sliding home in one long stroke.
“Fuck,” she bites out with a smile. “My pussy is—”
“—Mine,” I finish for her, gripping her thighs and fucking her in long, deep strokes that grow faster with every pump of my hips. She pulses and grips my cock at my possessive words, trying to bump her hips up, but I’m fucking her too hard for that.
“She’s taking my dick like the greedy little cunt she is.”
Valentina laughs. “Well, she knows what she likes.” Whatever she was about to say is replaced by a loud moan as I withdraw, and then slam back in. Her arms wrap around me, one hand plays with the damp hair at the nape of my neck and those beautiful green eyes stare up at me like she sees in me exactly what I see in her.
Love.
“You’re close,” I tell her. “Let go, Valentine, give it all to me.”
“You first,” she says with a seductive smile as her pussy pulses all around me.
“Val,” I growl and tug a nipple between my teeth, thrusting so deep our hips smack together. Loud, damp skin smacking together echoes through the sparse room, and she clamps down on me so hard I see fucking stars.
“Dix!” A loud, keening wail escapes as her body twitches and jerks under the intensity of her orgasm, squeezing me so tight that I follow her over the edge.
“Fuck, babe.” My gaze holds hers and she looks back, as bold and brash and as fucking beautiful as ever. I can’t look away not while my cock pumps and spurts deep into her hot pussy. “Babe,” I groan over and over before I collapse on top of her.
Her arms and legs wrap around me, holding me close enough to feel her racing heart between her plump tits. She’s still pulsing around me and my hips move in almost imperceptible thrusts.
“Dix,” she whimpers. “I’m going to come again.”
I look down at her. My heart’s so full it feels like it’s going to burst. “Do it, baby. Come on my cock.” My hips push her into the mattress in short, shallow thrusts that trigger a fourth and very wet orgasm. “Fuck, yeah, V, that’s it. Let it all out.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Valentina
Dix looks so handsome, so unbothered when he’s asleep. His sun-kissed skin shows off laugh lines, and I scrape my nails on his stubble, drawing a sleepy moan from him.
I can’t resist leaning over and capturing his lips first thing in the morning. He wakes up with a smile as he pulls my body on top of his. My heart catches in my throat when I gaze at his handsome, sleepy smile.
“Morning,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Thought you might have been a dream,” he grumbles and those sweet words send a shiver through me.
“Nope,” I laugh. “I’m here. I’m real. Pinch me.” He pinches my ass and then grabs a handful and pulls me flush against his morning erection. “I’m so happy I’m here, Dix.”
“Me too, babe. So fucking happy. I was going crazy wondering if you were okay and where the fuck you were.” His hands ball into fists at my side. “I want to kill your fucking brother.”
“You should have,” I answer instinctively.
“Yeah? I was worried that if I found him before I found you, that you might not forgive me.” The worry on his face tells me the truth. He was—or is—going to kill Emiliano.
“I would. I will, depending on your plans,” I smile and kiss him again. “But he’s not our biggest problem.”
Dix’s brows dip into a dark scowl. “No? He’s gone rogue. Doesn’t give a shit what Arturo has to say. He kidnapped you and plans to kill me. I’d say he’s a pretty big fucking problem.”
I nod because I understand. “Yes, but no matter what, Emiliano’s finished. Papa will likely exile him to some lavish villa in the wilds of Colombia for what he’s done.”
Dix grabs my hips tight. “For kidnapping you or going against him?”
“I’d love to tell you both, but the latter is his greater sin. He won’t be our problem, and that’s fine with me. But,” I sigh because it hurts to even push the words past my lips. “Papa could order me back to Colombia. The consequences for denying his request could mean problems for the MC.”
His expression softens, the ambers and greens in his eyes hot like molten lava as he stares at me. “I won’t let you go, Valentina. Not unless you tell me that you don’t want me.”
My heart is so full when I look at him that I know the answer immediately. “I do want you, Dix. Just you.”
His gaze is like a white hot poker against my flesh, his expression dark and serious, and I feel him through every fiber of my being. “Valentina.”
