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“It’s nothing big, I’m just worried about Maven and how she’s going to hold up in jail, and then there’s my friend, Sandee. I haven’t heard from her in a while, and I’m worried. Really worried.”
Just thinking about Sandee again breaks the dam, and I feel the tears sting the backs of my eyes. I shake my head and turn away. “I’ll, uhm…I’ll be back. Thanks for the chat.”
I head toward the back exit where the guys usually smoke because I need something else, something stronger than tequila or maybe just something that will quiet the worry.
At least for a little while.
The night is cool, and the sky is cloudless, allowing a few stars to shine despite the light and pollution. I exhale deeply and pull out my hot pink vape. It’s loaded with the Afghan Kush that helps me sleep at night. The pain and worry don’t go away, but they both shut the fuck up a little bit, and I start to relax.
Footsteps sound behind me, and I don’t look because I know, somehow I just know, it’s Joaquin. He hands me the bottle. I take a sip and hand it back, watching as he puts his lip on the edge to take a sip for himself. “It’s all right to worry about your friends. We all worry.”
“Even you?” It’s weird to think about a guy like Joaquin or any of the Reckless Souls having such basic emotions as worry.
He laughs. “Of course. Two of my closest friends are missing, and I have no fucking clue where they are. I’m worried as fuck, but I have to be able to move ahead, to live my life because it’s not just Devon and Jordi relying on me. It’s the guys that are still here and their women and kids, all of those people need us to be at our best, no matter what other shit is going down.”
His words hit me weird. Like he understands what I’m going through, and is actually trying to help, instead of just getting in my pants. Then again, I really want inhispants, so I kind of want him to want to get into mine.
“So, you’re saying suck it up and deal with it?”
“Yes and no. Feel your feelings, Willow. You have to, or they’ll bite you in the ass at the worst possible time.”
His words are a warning, and I nod my acceptance. “Thanks for that.”
He lets out a huff of laughter. “Thanks, but shut the hell up?”
I shake my head and take the Patron bottle from him, stealing a quick sip before I set it beside the ashtray on the picnic table. “Just thanks, Joaquin. For the advice. For the company.”
His hand finds its way to my hip, his thumb hooks through my belt loop, and tugs me closer. “You’re welcome.”
My breath hitches at his nearness, the feel of his cock growing hard against me. “You’re welcome, too. Welcome to kiss me again, anywhere you like.”
“Anywhere?”
I nod, my heart beating wildly against my chest as his fingertips brush against the bare skin on display between my waistband and the hem of my tank top. “Anywhere.”
Without another word, Joaquin’s mouth crashes down on mine, and I lean back, letting his thick lips and talented tongue devour me until my body is quivering with want.
He tastes like tequila and something that is unmistakably, undeniably Joaquin, something that pulls a moan from low in my belly. The potency of his kiss has my heart racing and my pussy pulsing like it’s about to go into shock. I pull back with a smile. “That’s a good start. What else you got?”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken with molten lava intensity. “What do you want.”
“You,” I say honestly. “Here. Now.”
Without a word, Joaquin spins me around and pulls my back flush up against his chest. A second later, his hand is inside my pants, fingers flicking over my swollen clit while I pant and moan into the night air. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”
I arch my back, so his hard cock presses against my ass while his finger slips inside my pussy. “Well, it was one hell of a kiss,” I tell him through breathless moans.
“Fuck,” he growls and yanks his hand from my pants. His lips, teeth, and tongue torture my neck and shoulder while his hands quickly work on my button and zipper. One hand dives back in to play with my pussy, making me hotter and hotter for him. “This hot pussy for me?”
“Only if you’re man enough to take it,” I tell him, knowing he can’t resist my smart mouth or my challenge.
“Man enough,” he growls and nips at my earlobe as he shoves my pants down and bends me over the picnic table.
Goosebumps break out all over my body, and it has nothing to do with the cool night air and everything to do with the man behind me. I hear the clang of his belt buckle, the slow hum of his zipper lowering before I feel the loud smack of his palm against my ass. “Yes!” I arch into his touch, and Joaquin does it again. And again.
“You like that,” he growls and rubs the blunt head of his cock up and down my pussy, already drenched and leaking. “Ah fuck, babe, you’re soaked.”
“What can I say? You make me like this.”
