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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.”
