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Alejandro paused mid-swallow and set the beer down on the table next to him. "Whoa--
what
?"

 

"A hit. To get rid of Crockett. I can't be positive, but I think that's where Spidey's going next."

 

"Says who? Dobie?"

 

Pitbull nodded.

 

"Fuck."
And if we have to go in on a hit, we set a precedent,
Alejandro thought.
We do it once, every motherfucker from here to the coast will tap us as hired hit men. We're supposed to be moving hot product and bringing a few people over the border. Not killing people for the highest bidder.
"Anything else?" he asked.

 

Pitbull nodded. "Actually, there is." He pulled out his phone and showed Alejandro several pictures of a black car. "This car's been following me all day, man. I saw it like five times today. Just before I called you, it was parked outside for the longest time. You see what's on the hood?" He tapped the screen with his fingertip.

 

Alejandro frowned and squinted. The picture was blurry but after a while, he made out the distinctive green devil. Cold sweat broke out down his back. "They don't waste time, do they?"

 

Pitbull nodded. "If anything, I'd say they're ahead of schedule."

 

***

 

The Diablos Verdes obviously weren't satisfied with the piece of the pie they'd gotten. They wanted the whole thing, but Alejandro sure as hell wasn't going to just sit back and let them take it.

 

"I don't want you going anywhere by yourself, you understand?" he told Pitbull. "That goes for everyone in this club. I'm calling a meeting for tomorrow morning. Tell everyone they better be there."

 

He swore under his breath and paced back and forth. Alejandro wished he could call Turk, but it was too late at night to bother the old man. He knew what he'd say, anyhow. The DVs were thumbing their noses at the Padre Knights, and they couldn't let them get away with it. The Diablos had started with Haji, and now Crockett was leaving the Berzerkerz and heading his own club under their protection--a club that not only cut away some of the paid work from the other clubs but also left the Padres exposed to DEA investigation. 

 

He had to do something, and quick.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

Alejandro crept up the stairs, determined not to wake Ali if she was asleep. Though her bedroom light was on, he didn’t hear her stirring about.
She must be exhausted
, he thought.
I’ll let her sleep
.

 

He was unprepared to find her looking so irresistible. She lay sprawled face-down on the bed, her golden hair fanning around her, completely naked. Despite the late hour, he felt himself stirring at the sight of her ivory flesh on display for him.

 

Almost
naked, he realized. The tiniest of pink straps ran across her hips and tucked between her creamy cheeks. He was almost to the bed before he realized she was wearing the thong, and somehow that was even more erotic than seeing her completely nude. She had clearly worn it just for him. The thought made him instantly hard.

 

Alejandro sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand down the valley of her spine, up over the curve of her buttocks and down her thigh. Her lips pouted adorably in sleep, and he hungered to kiss her. There was something about touching her while she was sleeping, though, and he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

 

He wanted to let her sleep, but he also wanted to roll her over and have his way with her. His fingers caressed the smooth skin of her back, dipping into the little dimples at the base of her spine. Without thinking about it he pressed his face to one of the little hollows. Her fragrant smell wafted from her skin and that was all it took to tip him over the edge.

 

One hand sank into her flaxen curls while the other broad palm made a thorough examination of her bare backside. Beneath him, she stirred and arched against his touch. “You’re back,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

 

“Couldn’t stay away,” he breathed, hooking his front teeth through the tiny elastic laced between her cheeks. “We’re gonna have some fun with this tonight,” he growled, twanging it like a guitar string. She wriggled her hips and he gave her bottom a light slap before climbing off the bed to undress.

 

The smack had gotten her attention, and she flipped over, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed as she watched him undress. Alejandro stripped his socks and tucked them into his boots, then folded the vest and draped it carefully across the chair. Her gaze never left him as he reached behind his head and snatched off his tee-shirt.

 

Teasing her, Alejandro shook out the tee-shirt grinned as she pouted. He knew full well the effect he was having on her, and he loved every second of making her wait. The corners of his mouth twitched as he folded the shirt with deliberate care and placed it next to the vest. She’d told him before that she loved to watch him undress, and he was happy to oblige her now. Her gray eyes devoured him as he removed his clothes, and it only served to heighten his arousal, knowing she was turned on by him and waiting, eager and wet, for his touch.

 

***

 

Between her thighs, Ali was ablaze. His hands on her skin had brought the first drops of moisture, and his kisses had saturated the tiny scrap that passed for panties. It was his smell, though, that had really pushed her over the edge. It was that masculine scent that did it every time. It promised pleasure, and love, and freedom.

 

Alejandro rid himself of his belt next, the giant silver buckle clanking as he draped it over the arm of the chair. Ali sighed and squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache building inside her, but it was no use. Luckily, he was already unzipping his jeans, drawing them down over his hips and stepping out of them. He folded them, too, as meticulously as if he were folding clothes for sale. Her hand slid to her nipple as if by its own volition and she tweaked it impatiently as she watched him fold his pants, naked except for his boxer briefs.
Come on, already
, she thought.
Don't tease me. Fuck me.
 

 

The sizable bulge tented its tight cotton prison, and she fought her urge to drop to her knees, crawl across the floor to him, and rub her face over the outline of his confined length. Instead she remained on the bed as he sauntered over, squeezing himself, and gave her knees a little slap until she spread them wide. "That's it," he said, his voice husky as she flattened her thighs to the bed, spread like wings. "Just like that, Baby. Let me see you." He smoothed his dark hand over the scrap of fabric covering her mound, and his thumb teased the damp, heated folds. When she sighed and arched against his touch, he chuckled and withdrew his hand.

 

"Patience, Baby."

 

"Don't tease me," she begged. Her limbs were on fire, the boiling between her thighs so intense she wanted nothing more than to rub herself off against any surface. When he climbed over her on his hands and knees, she thought,
finally, I can have him inside me.

 

But Alejandro had no such plans. Instead he ordered her to keep her hands flat on the bed while he licked and nibbled her mouth.

 

"I thought about this all night," he breathed as his teeth caught her bottom lip. "You, like this. Waiting. Willing. All mine." He lowered himself to his elbows and cradled her head in one hand as he continued to kiss her. The space between their bodies filled with their collective heat and she swore she could feel his skin on hers, even though they were inches apart.

 

He reached down and tugged at the thong, pulling it tight and then twisting it so that the fabric rubbed torturously over her clit. She cried out from the delicious ache and he whispered, "So wet. So ready. I want to make you come until you can't stand it anymore and then I want to bury myself inside you."

 

All the while the fabric twisted, rubbed, slick on slick in the delta of her thighs. She tried to close her legs but he planted his knees firmly on the bed between her own. "I own this mouth," he growled, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth. "I own this cunt," he continued, tugging the fabric upward so that her back arched off the bed from the delicious abrasion.

 

Ali whimpered when she felt the buzz start in her womb, radiating outward, down her thighs and across her belly. Her legs began to shake as Alejandro kissed down her neck, finding the one spot guaranteed to drive her wild. His tongue danced against the sensitive spot on her throat, and with a final twist of the fabric he pushed her over the edge. Ali choked out his name as her orgasm consumed her, thrashing her head until he grabbed her hair and held her still.

 

"That's it, Baby. Just ride it. You're so beautiful when you come." He released his grip on her panties and the loss of pressure made her wail in frustration.

 

But Alejandro wasn't finished. He crawled down her quivering body, trailing soft kisses over her breasts and belly, across her hip, and down the inside of her thigh. The sensation of his beard on the delicate skin at the apex of her thighs so soon after orgasm made her grit her teeth from the overload. But it was nothing compared to the thrill of him tugging aside the lace with his thumb while dipping the tip of his tongue into the pooling nectar her panties had concealed. He made a sound deep in his throat, like a contented animal feeding, and his tongue took up a steady rhythm, swiping back and forth and then in circles until her thighs quivered again.

 

"No, no, no," she moaned. "It's too much-- too much--" He was really licking her, his tongue probing deep, and then he sucked her clit between his lips and eased his finger inside her. She felt herself shaking uncontrollably, the intense continuum of pleasure more than she could bear. Then she broke and it was impossible to stop the shrill cries of ecstasy coming from her throat. Alejandro kept sucking and her orgasm drew out and out, prolonged in all-consuming waves of pleasure. She had no choice but to ride those waves and struggle to breathe.

 

***

 

That moment
, he thought, rubbing his mouth on the inside of her thigh as she shuddered before him.
That moment belongs to me. That's what I know she's never given to any other man.
It was that moment with her that always reaffirmed what they had between them. The depth of their passion, their intuitive physical connection--it was all right there when Ali gave herself to him in the ultimate act of surrender.

 

She curled onto her side, cupping her hand between her tightly closed thighs, protecting her hyper-sensitized sex. Spooning behind her, still swollen to bursting with his own need, Alejandro trailed tender kisses along the bumps of her spine. He wrapped his hands around the flare of her waist and smoothed over her curves until he was clutching the sweet, soft padding of her hips.

 

Ali murmured something unintelligible, still incoherent as she always was after orgasm, and his cock twitched to know that he had rendered her momentarily incapacitated with pleasure. She sighed and reached back for him, a lazy stretch that gave him a flash of bare tit, and he nipped at her shoulder. She recognized the signal for what it was and opened to him. With a satisfied groan against her shoulder blade, he slipped inside.

 

The friction was exquisite in that position, but the best part of it was that she was in his arms, pressed tight against his body as he made love to her. She was slick and hot and he had to fight himself to maintain the slow, steady pace guaranteed to drive her wild. He wanted another orgasm from her, and he was damn well determined to get it. If that meant he didn't come for hours, then so be it.

 

But he knew he wouldn't have to wait hours. Ali's breath caught with every deepening thrust, and he felt the sheen of perspiration forming on her heated skin. She clutched the sheets in front of her, and he could see the trembling in her arms as she chased her orgasm. "That's it, Baby," he murmured. "Give it to me,
mami
."

 

She moaned in response, squeezing her thighs even tighter around the base of his cock. He knew without looking that she was biting her lip, her eyes squeezed tightly shut the way she always did when she was close to coming. He loved knowing she was concentrating on the feeling of him rocking into her, hitting the spots deep inside her that made her body sing. 

 

His fingers bit into her soft hips as he gripped her closer and picked up the pace a bit, pumping in and out of her, faster and faster. From the base of his spine he felt it gathering, drawing his balls up and preparing to burst forth. Ali let out a strangled whimper as he pounded her, giving her everything he had, his thighs slapping against her ass as he rocked into her welcoming depths. 

 

When she arched and cried out his name he finally let go, giving her one final thrust before he emptied into her with a hoarse gasp of his own. He held her as she shuddered against him, silent but for her breathing. Her tangled hair tickled his nose as he buried his face in it, surrounding himself with her scent. Then he twisted it into a long rope behind her, exposing her shoulder and moist neck. He licked her throbbing artery and the delicate, salty notes of her perspiration blossomed on his tongue as he traced it over her skin.

 

"
Ali, te quiero. Ali, te amare por siempre,
" he breathed against her, so quietly he didn't think she could even hear him. He had almost drifted off to sleep when she murmured, "Stay with me, Alejandro. I love you." 

 

 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

"
Buenas dias
," Ali heard Alejandro whisper as her eyes fluttered open. Propped on one elbow, he gazed down at her, and his fingers twined through her hair. Light streamed through the windows, bathing them both in the rosy glow of sunrise.

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