The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2) (4 page)

Just because she wanted to, she grabbed his ass as he had hers. It was such an amazing male ass, firm and round, and completely grabable. He grunted into her mouth, thrusting against her again and letting her feel just how hard and ready he was.

She really wished he wasn’t wearing the darn jeans, but again, before she could complain, he caught her hands. He pushed them above her head, holding her by both wrists, and then pulled back to stare down at her trapped beneath him.

The look in his eyes, dark, dangerous, utterly sexual, had Alaine biting her lip. Then he tilted his head, studying her body for another heart-stopping second before he said, “Keep your hands like this, mami.”

“Why?” she whispered.

“’Cause I’m gonna make you come now.” He let go of one wrist and slid his hand between their bodies, slipping it between her legs. “Fuck,” he groaned as his fingers glided between the folds of her pussy. “
Que mojada estás
.”

She knew she was embarrassingly wet, but she couldn’t apologize for it, not when she saw how much it affected him. Even without knowing what he was saying, she could tell. She caressed his hair again, cupped his face when the feel of his fingers forced her eyes shut.

But he stopped before she could truly enjoy it, pulling his hand back so quickly she choked in complaint and blinked up at him. “What?”

“Put your hands back,” he growled at her.

“That’s not fair,” she argued, because it really wasn’t. “I want to touch you as much as you want to touch me.”

“Life’s not fair,” he said as if he believed it. “Besides, this isn’t about me.
Put them back.
”

Alaine glared at him, the two of them having a battle of wills, before she decided that after five years she wasn’t going to risk losing this over pride. She put her hands back and clutched at the comforter, putting herself on display beneath him.

Chuito had the good grace not to gloat, and he did what he promised. Touching her again, his lips on her neck now. She put her feet on the edge of the bed frame and spread her legs, leaving herself wide open. She closed her eyes once more and decided to just enjoy that he was over her, touching her, trying to do something that she was fairly certain was impossible.

It actually felt shockingly delicious, the way he teased by tracing his fingers along the seam of her pussy. Not putting them in. Not rubbing her clit. Just touching. Learning. Feeling how wet she was for him.

There was nothing rushed or sloppy about it the way she had experienced with other men.
The wrong men
. She moaned and arched her back, savoring it. She lost herself to the lulling waves of bliss being under him was causing. It was more than his touch, or the feel of his heavy body over hers. It was just mentally knowing this was Chuito finally putting his hands on her. It was him seeing her. It was him she was spread out and aching for.

God, she wanted him in her so badly.

Her body clenched against her will at the thought, and she couldn’t help but beg, “Please, put them in. Let me feel you inside me.”

If she couldn’t have all of him, she wanted that. She wanted his fingers in her, deep, letting her pretend it was more than that. When he did as she asked, breaching her with one thick finger, she gasped, pushing her hips up impatiently.

“Those
hijos de putas
said you were cold.” Chuito’s voice was low, a rolling combination of anger and lust. “I should smoke them for that. They should’ve fucking appreciated you.”

She wanted to say thank you, but her voice was gone as she clenched around him, still needing so much more. All she could do was bite her lip and shift under him, silently begging.

“You’re tight.” His thumb brushed against her clit, just a passing graze that had her moaning. “Tighter than I imagined, and I thought you were a virgin before tonight.”

She wished she was. She wished no one else but him had touched her, but they had, because for a long time she thought the only chance she had of finding companionship was to abandon what her heart and body both told her was absolutely right.

She should have listened to herself.

Chuito leaned down, sucking on one nipple, swirling his tongue around it in a way that had her pushing her hips up against his hand again.

“Screw it,” he groaned as he moved over the other breast. “I’m gonna use my mouth. I wanna fucking taste it.”

He
was
using his mouth, but she decided saying anything that would somehow discourage him was a bad idea. Her breathing was still sharp and irregular. There was a coiling, burning need in the pit of her stomach, but she wasn’t fighting for anything. Just lying there letting Chuito love her for as long as he was willing.

And there was no question…he was loving her.

She could feel it when he touched her. She could taste it in his kiss, and she could sense it as he worshipped her body with his lips. Making her feel beautiful in a way she hadn’t with the others.

When he moved his lips lower to her rib cage and slid off the bed, back to his knees, she didn’t stop him, didn’t think to try. She just clutched harder at the comforter. He stopped touching her, grabbing her legs instead, keeping them wide. She opened her eyes in time to see him bend over and lick at the line of her pussy. He used his fingers, opening her and staring at her before he did it a second time, and Alaine couldn’t help the choking sound of shock.

She’d never had a man do that to her, but she wasn’t appalled that he was doing it. It was actually the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life. She just hadn’t expected it to feel that mind-blowing.

She tossed her head back at the sensation. Then she let go of the comforter to dig her fingers into his hair and hold him there. He didn’t stop her this time. He pulled her closer too, his hands on her ass as if he needed the connection as desperately as she did.

When he sucked on her clit for the first time, she screamed. The rocket fire of pleasure struck like lightning, and it was as if her entire world sharpened into one intense, unbending need. To feel his tongue right there, swirling over that soft, tender spot she had touched by herself for years, trying to imagine what it would feel like if Chuito was the one doing it.

She officially had the worst imagination in the world.

Nothing could have even remotely prepared her for this. This shuddering, clawing need that ripped open her soul from the intensity of it. She hadn’t realized how pent up she was until that moment. How tightly wound her body was until her legs were shaking and broken, gasping phrases of desperation bursting out of her.

“Oh God. Oh God, Chu.” She pitched beneath him, trying to fight his hold on her ass to push herself closer to the ecstasy, but he wasn’t letting her, and all she could do was pull his hair and beg. “Please, please, please. Oh my God. Holy shit. Please.”

It felt like she was in that place forever, right on the edge of oblivion, her entire body tight and fighting for something she hadn’t really understood until now. He didn’t give her more, but he didn’t give her less either, just kept licking and sucking until she was panting and sweaty and wild beneath him.

Then he touched her again, breaching her with not one, but two fingers, stretching her so much it almost hurt. Almost. Instead the ache of being filled like that felt amazing.

Too amazing.

The ecstasy exploded around her without warning. She cried out and started shivering from the wild, furious storm of pleasure that swept her up, radiating out from her center and flooding into her arms and legs a thousand times stronger than anything she’d imagined. She didn’t know what she said. She didn’t know what she sounded like. All she could do was feel the way every ounce of tension she had carried around with her for the whole of her adult life fell out of her when the tidal wave of ecstasy started to wane.

Then it was too much, but Chuito seemed to know that and kissed her hip bone instead. He crawled over her, licking and nipping his way back up her body, leaving little shimmers of bliss in his wake like afterthoughts.

Alaine’s eyelids felt heavy, but she blinked up at him when she felt him staring down at her. She licked her lips when she saw the dark look in his eyes, so very different from how she felt. Everything about him seemed to vibrate with a rough, untamed tempest of something harsh and too difficult for her hazed mind to understand so soon afterward.

Chuito caressed her bottom lip with his thumb, and she noticed his hands were shaking, reminding her of a long-ago gangster who had shown up in Garnet, angry and homesick, but with a core of raw power so tangible she could almost taste it when he was in the room.

“You’re not broken, mami.” His voice was a croak of agony, but he leaned down and kissed her anyway.

Then Chuito pushed away before she could grab him, before she could even make her arms or legs know how to start working again. He was out the door before she could find a way to complain.

All she could do was lick her lips, tasting herself on them. The taste he left there. In the distance she heard his door slam shut, making it clear he wasn’t going to let her in.

Chapter Three

Chuito locked the door after he slammed it; then he stood there looking at it. His hands were sweaty and shaking. His cock was rock hard and aching. He actually felt dizzy with the wild rush of lust throbbing at his temples.

Out of necessity he rested his palms on either side of the door frame and took a deep breath. Everything in him was wound tight, like he was right before a fight…or a hit.

He clung to that thought, remembering every motherfucker he had killed in the name of revenge. It went against everything in him to feel guilty for the sins. Each one had a reason. Each one brought a crazy sort of satisfaction that few would understand. He didn’t regret his choices, but that didn’t mean he was supposed to be messing with a woman like Alaine.

Their worlds should have never collided, but they had. Now what the fuck was he supposed to do? Five years into this friendship and it didn’t get easier. It just got more complicated, and was made even worse because Alaine never understood any of the reasons Chuito had for pushing her away.

She
thought
she did, but she had no fucking idea how much blood was on his hands. She never had a clue just how in deep he was with gangster life when he was younger.

More so, she didn’t know how in deep he was
right now
.

God, he really wished she hadn’t dropped the bomb about losing her virginity. Until an hour ago, that had been his number-one reason for pushing her away. He wasn’t going to be the one to hurt her.

He hadn’t been able to sleep with virgins when he was fifteen.

He sure couldn’t do it now.

Just thinking about it with Alaine made the fear so overwhelming he had wanted to puke, and that could kill any hard-on. He had loved her for a long time. He had wanted her longer than that, but he had always believed there was some preppy fucker driving a Corolla and wearing penny loafers destined to take her innocence. He’d been right too, but the rest didn’t go according to plan. She and the preppy fucker were supposed to get married, buy a dog, and have a few kids so Alaine could retire without ever knowing what it was like to live how Chuito had lived.

Now she had just obliterated the last of his resistance with those dumb motherfuckers who didn’t even have the decency to take care of business and do it right, leaving her alone and curious and still hopelessly in love with a gangster instead.

Chuito needed to figure out a new mind game to play with himself, because a part of him was starting to reason that if the deed was done, there was nothing to stop her from toying with a gangster for a little bit.

Then she could find the guy with the penny loafers and the Corolla.

He needed to build up new walls to protect her, but first he needed more tequila.

So much more tequila.

He probably needed to jerk off a few times too and find his common sense hiding under the cloud of desire, but he needed tequila more. Enough of it and he wouldn’t be able to go to her no matter how badly he wanted to.

He knew because he had tested it…many times.

Self-medication had always been one of his strengths.

And one of his weaknesses.

But fuck it, what did he care if it killed him?

At least it would save Alaine from this bullshit.

He found the glass where they had left it and filled it up. He downed the whole damn thing, reminding himself what happened to the people he loved. The ones whose lives became so irreversibly entangled with his that the darkness he was born from stained them too.

The soft ones died, like his brother and
tía
.

The others, like his cousin Marcos, simply let the darkness consume them. They turned into something they were never meant to be to stand by Chuito, and in a way that was so much worse.

He had no doubt his brother was in a better place, because this world hadn’t been kind to any of their family. His tía too. There’d never been a mean bone in her body. If there was a heaven, Tía Camila and Juan were in it.

However, his cousin Marcos and even Chuito’s own mother, they had both done things in the name of love and loyalty to Chuito that haunted them.

He couldn’t go through it again, not with Alaine.

He’d drink until he died before he let that happen.

And so he started working on it, with gusto, until he ended up lying on the floor in his small kitchen, looking at the popcorn ceiling and cursing fate. He had left Miami to run away from the demons that were eating him alive and found something a thousand times worse.

Fate caught up with everyone eventually.

Even a devil wasn’t immune to it.

He was
still
trying to escape, desperate for some small reprieve, but it didn’t work. It never did. The memories surged up and haunted him like they always did when he closed his eyes. Only this time the dreams weren’t about loss and bloodshed.

For the first time ever, his dreams put him in Garnet instead of Miami, back to where things first went bad. Where he picked the wrong town to punish himself in, with the wrong sexy neighbor and the wrong group of rednecks to work for. One of whom would start out as an enemy but would eventually become a close enough friend that Chuito wasn’t only willing to die for him.