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She stirred, moving closer to his warmth. His heart pounded at the sight of her cuddling his arm. He’d chop the damn thing off if it meant they’d stay together like this every day.
His phone buzzed, and he frowned at the interruption. Ignoring that forever would be nice. Ignoring reality would be better. He focused back on Kita. Her chest raised up and down, the swell of her breasts visible in the moonlight. They’d fucked four times. Hell, he’d barely changed the condom before heading into round three. The girl was insatiable.My girl is insatiable.A sad smile crossed his face. That’s how Kita was fifteen years ago.Evidently, time hadn’t changed her sex drive.Thank the goddess.
He’d never complain about sex again if she was his. Even after breaking the lamp, their cataclysmic sexual acts made the bedsprings squeak long into the night. If her moans didn’t wake his brothers, he didn’t know what would. He’d tried to swallow her sounds but eventually gave up. He didn’t give a shit. He was the luckiest bastard in the clubhouse. His brothers could go fuck themselves. Knowing them, a few probably did too. He chuckled softly, not giving a damn if they did.
Cock stirring at the thoughts of their bodies connecting, he considered leaving her to dreamland. The soft sigh she made in her sleep changed his mind. He needed her once more before the spell was broken, and they were thrown into reality.
Kissing a trail up her arm, he focused on her neck, the one place she couldn’t resist. Her fingernails scraped his head, his beauty no longer asleep. Glancing at her, he smirked at Kita’s closed eyes. Well, maybe she was, but her body wasn’t.
Kita wrapped her leg around his waist, compelling him to enter her sanctuary one final time. After this, he’d be lost to her. She was the goddess he remembered and the siren he’d think of for years to come. No woman would have the same effect on him. He didn’t even want to try. Kita was his Macha.
Her fingertips trailed his biceps, clenching him but not as tight as her pussy walls milked his hard length. It was eerie how easily she made him come. That was new. Then again, his memory could’ve faded.
Slowly, tenderly, he slid his cock in her warmth. The other times were fucking. This was lovemaking. A fulfilled smile painted across her face, piercing his heart and shattering his resolve. Her departure was unavoidable. He’d pushed it aside whenever the subject broached. He couldn’t after this.
Kita’s arms laced around his neck, her lips seeking him out, and he gladly obliged. If this was it, he’d give it his all. No regrets. No what ifs. No fifteen years later repeat. His heart couldn’t handle another round of her sweet agony.
To his surprise, she rolled them over, taking over the position. Her breasts swung delicately in the darkness, pulling him into an alternate universe where it was just the two of them.
Her black hair perfectly accented her caramel-colored skin. From his angle, she couldn’t be more beautiful. Her hips rocked into him, a breathy moan sending shivers over his body. He adored how he could please her. The repeat performances only bolstered his growing affection. It was selfish, but he didn’t care. His heart knew from day one she was destined to be his for eternity. Convincing Kita, though, that was the difficult part. He’d be content with their time. It’s what he had to keep telling himself.
Kita’s hands spread over his pecs, sliding up to his shoulders and squeezing hard as she ground into him. Moisture dripped from her pussy to his stomach and down his ribs. Every ounce of her passion was worth the heartache he’d carry the rest of his life.
He gripped her hips, helping her to completion. That damn smile she made right after orgasm got him off. It was enough to make him come on command. He waited until she was fully sated, then tucked her against him, his arm encircling her for the last few hours of mindless sleep.
His phone buzzed again.Should’ve turned the thing off.Glancing over at it, he winced at the bright light. Most were bullshit messages from Rubble and Hawk. He’d give them hell in the morning for cramping his style. They didn’t understand. The women in their lives were replaceable. Kita was the only one who wasn’t. No woman could ever come within tossing distance of the gutsy Spanish goddess tangled in his tattooed arms.
***
“How’s your sister by the way?”
Kita’s groggy voice stirred Kevlar once more. He grunted and pulled up the sheet, somehow lost after their last embrace. “She’s fine.”
Soft tresses of hair tickled his neck, and he smiled. Opening his eyes, he watched Kita drag her long, black hair across his chest, teasing him to react.
“Need more than that,guapo,” she replied, replacing her hair with her lips.
Letting out a steadying breath, he reached over and grazed his fingertips along her back. “Joci is great. Shacked up with some mobster turned cop with two kids.”
“Wow, very nice. When was the last time you saw her?” Kita perched her chin on the right side of his chest.
He scratched his forearm. “I don’t know. I was overseas for a long time and came straight to Colorado.”
Her eyes dipped to his abs, and she brazenly ran her tongue down until she reached the sheet. Settling there, she cocked her head. “You were never close, though, right?”
“No. My parents sent me to military schools while my sister got straight As.” He thought back to parts of his childhood when he was home. “We never had that bond. I don’t know why.”
“Have you tried talking to her since you returned to Colorado?”
He shook his head. “My sister is a kickass criminal attorney in Iowa, baby. The last thing she needs is her degenerate biker brother to waltz back into her life.” Grabbing Kita beneath her arms, he pulled her on to his lap. “Why the family talk? I’d much rather do other activities with you that aren’t family-friendly.”
Kita smoothed his brow. “I never had siblings. When my father… when he went to prison, it hit me hard. Sure, I had Mamá, but we didn’t see eye to eye a lot of the time. I always wanted a brother or sister to share my thoughts with.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “You have a sister and barely talk to her. I can’t even imagine it.”
His heart squeezed at her insight. His family was all sorts of fucked up, but they were still family. After they moved from Ohio to Iowa, something shifted in the family dynamics. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the once happy Dorous family disappeared.
“Tell you what, I’ll call Joci after all this is over.” He searched out her amber eyes. “Good enough for you?”
Kita rolled him on top of her and kissed him hard. “If you can have a family, you should. Nobody should be alone.”
