CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Luisa—
Blue has been busy with the club, and it’s another week before he can see me again. We’ve planned it for tonight, and I’m so ready to see him again after everything he told me on the ride we took.
I don’t know what’s going to happen with him and his club, and whether he’s still planning to leave Las Cruces or if his feelings for me have changed that. I was afraid to push the issue the last time we were together.
Just finding out he felt the same way was enough.
It was a shock, to be honest, but now I’m ready to tell him how I feel. Tonight’s the night, and I want it to be special.
Carmen is in the car with me, and I pull into a spot on Main Street in front of the lingerie store where she bought me my first bottle of perfume for my birthday.
Her eyes shift to it and widen. “Are you going lingerie shopping? Little innocent Luisa?”
“I’m not so innocent anymore, and we both know it.”
“Oh, I’m so excited. This is going to be so much fun. Come on.” She’s beaming and throws her door open.
As we flip through the garments, she leans close.
“So? What’s changed? You look so happy.”
“Blue told me this isn’t just us having fun anymore. He told me he cares about me.”
“Did he use the L word?”
“No, but he took me for a ride on his motorcycle.” I tell her about the boots and jeans and everything we talked about on the mountain.
Her mouth drops open. “He’s going to talk to your father?”
“Well, yes, but not yet. We’re going to keep it a secret for a while longer.”
She looks truly worried.
“What is it?” I ask.
“What about Mateo? You said he came for dinner on Saturday. You said he plans to propose soon.”
“When he’s through with school, and when things are more settled. It won’t be anytime soon.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes, he told me so. Aren’t you happy for me, Carmen?”
“I’m so happy for you; it’s just, things with you and Blue are still so new. You have to be sure, Luisa. Please.”
“I’m sure.”
“I don’t want you to throw away a chance with Mateo if things don’t work out with Blue. I mean, he’s a biker. I thought you were just having fun, but now it sounds like you want him for your husband. What kind of life could he give you? I just want you to be happy.”
“I am happy. Please don’t ruin this for me. I don’t know what the future holds, but right now he’s the one who makes me excited to get up every morning. Please be happy for me.”
“I am. Okay, let’s find you something to leave him speechless.”
We search through the racks, and everything is either too young, too ridiculous, or too over-the-top.
“How about this?” Carmen says, holding up a garment with more straps than fabric.
“Uh, no.”
She grins and puts it back.
I stop on the hanger of a white Cami, but in the end, it looks more like something a bride would wear.
Carmen holds up another. “You’ll have his heart racing with this number.”
It’s a black lace bodysuit, and I study it seriously, because it’s not bad.
“How could he turn this down?” she prompts.
She’s right. It’s everything and more that I’ve been looking for. It’s sexy, but in a classy way, not trashy.
“Pair it with stockings and a satin robe or even worn on its own. Come on, this is not going to let you down.”
“I do like it.”
She shoves it at me and turns me toward the dressing room. “Go. Try it on.”
When I do, I love it.
“How does it look?” Carmen says from the other side of the door. “Let me see.”
I crack the door, and her mouth drops open.
“Oh, Luisa. That is hot, and you look incredible in it. It’s totally you. Sexy as hell, but still high-class.”
I look at the price. “Oh my God, it’s almost a hundred dollars.”
“And worth every penny. Come on. You’re young and beautiful. You need to show it off.”
“I don’t know.”
“You deserve this. This is your summer to live a little. You’re only young once, kid.”
“All right. I’m going to get it.”
At five o’clock, I key the door to the little rental house and carry in two paper bags of groceries.
Blue texted me he won’t be here until six, so I’ve got time to get dinner going. I picked out the ingredients for the one meal I make the best. Carne Asada street tacos and even brought my special salsas from home.
After grilling the steak, I keep it and the tortillas warming in the oven until Blue arrives. Once he gets here, it will be a quick meal to assemble with some onion, cilantro and a squeeze of lime. And two salsas, a green and a red, because I don’t know his favorite.
With a glance at the clock, I hurry into the bathroom to change.
I’m just running a brush through my hair and spritzing some perfume when I hear that familiar rumble of his Harley roll up. The reflection in the mirror is like looking at another person. Who is this sexy woman who looks years older than I am?
And then the front door opens.
“Luisa? You here? Somethin’ smells good.”
I step out and into the bedroom just as he comes through the doorway. When his eyes sweep mine, he comes to a dead stop and says nothing, which makes me all kinds of nervous.
I suck my lips into my mouth, thinking maybe it’s too much. Maybe this isn’t what he wants from me. Maybe he likes my shy, na?ve qualities. Maybe this is what he got from all the other women he’s known.
“Is it too much?” I whisper.
“You’re gorgeous. You take my breath, angel. C’mere.”
I walk to him, and he meets me halfway across the room, lifting me up and kissing me.
His mouth trails to my ear and my neck, and he breathes in. “Damn, you smell amazing.”
The next thing I know, I’m on my back with Blue leaning over me, taking it all in.
“How’d I get so lucky? What did I do to deserve all this? To deserve you?”
I don’t have an answer, so I pull his head down for a kiss.
Finally, he breaks the kiss so we both can breathe. “This is real pretty, but I’m tempted to rip it off you.”
“Don’t you dare. This thing cost a fortune.”
“You buy it for me?”
“Who else?”
“Nobody better be your answer.”
“Just you, Blue.”
He lifts off me and strips, and I enjoy the show, smiling. His cut and shirt come off first. Blue’s body is amazing, with beautiful ink covering some of it. He’s got a six-pack that makes my mouth water, and a sexy V that disappears into his jeans. My pulse pounds.
He reaches for his belt buckle, and I watch every move.
“You look like a dream.” His pupils glitter with desire, and my skin heats under his gaze.
“See something you want, sweetheart?” I whisper, needing to feel his skin on mine.
He grins. “Absolutely. Is that all mine, baby doll?”
“Absolutely,” I give him his word back.
He strips the rest of his clothes off. Before he comes to me, he snaps a picture with his phone of me lying on the bed.
“Blue! Don’t you dare show that to anyone,” I squeal, coming up on my elbows.
“Not a soul. Got my word. That’s just for me.” Then he comes to me, and I’m so ready for him, I can’t wait to have his hands on my body.
His hard body comes down on top of me. And the feeling of his hot skin pressed to mine is exquisite. His biceps bracket me in and hold some of his weight off me. I can feel his erection pressing against me.
His scent envelops me, and he smells so good, like leather and the outdoors and his own manly scent.
His index finger hooks under one of the straps at my shoulder. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I tremble with anticipation.
Blue trails kisses along my neck from my ear to the swell of my cleavage, then the garment gets in his way.
He peels it down, and my breasts pop forth, my nipples tightening under his heated gaze.
“Do you know how absolutely perfect you are, baby?”
He peels it all the way off me and tosses it to the floor, and then I lay before him naked, eager and waiting. His palm trails up my thigh, his destination clear.
“You have the softest skin.” His voice is deep and guttural and filled with need.
My belly quivers, anticipating where his hands are headed.
He skips the apex of my thighs and instead his palms cup my breasts. His mouth captures mine, and I feel the moan vibrate up from his throat as he squeezes.
A jolt of arousal shoots through me, amplified when his thumbs brush back and forth over my sensitive nipples. They’re erect and the sensation drives me wild. I bite my bottom lip and moan, then arch my back, wanting more.
He doesn’t disappoint, dragging his mouth from mine to capture a nipple. The sensation of his facial hair brushing against my soft skin drives me wild, and when he sucks hard, I gasp as a zing of pleasure moves like lightning straight to my womb.
He keeps at it until I’m writhing, then moves to give the other one the same attention. After another few minutes, he pulls his mouth free and peers down my body, and I know he’s eager to take me.
A moment later, he slides down my body and spreads me wide with his shoulders.
The first stroke of his thumb over my pussy has my hips lifting off the mattress. The touch is so soft, yet it sends tingles through my body like a jolt of electricity. Every nerve ending in my body is on heightened alert.
His eyes find mine, and he dips his head for that first stroke of his tongue.
I moan, and my hips lift, eager for more. That drives him on, and he searches out my clit, giving it his undivided attention until I don’t know how much more I can take.
Soon, it’s not enough, and I writhe.
Blue slides two long fingers inside me, and I gasp. He seeks and finds that special spot that drives me wild with need.
“Right there?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes, don’t stop.”
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
He adds a thumb to stroke my clit, and soon I’m soaring toward a sharp, overpowering orgasm.
“Oh God,” I hiss, and it hits me so fast I can’t stop it. The orgasm barrels over me like a tsunami.
Blue works me gently down until every last flutter is wrung from me.
I’m breathing hard, my breasts heaving.
His mouth trails kisses up my trembling belly to lave both nipples and suck until they’re engorged red buds and supersensitive to every brush of his mouth and beard.
Then he nibbles with his teeth, and I moan at the sharp nip of pain, then he strokes them with his thumbs.
“I can’t keep my hands off these beauties.
” He lifts his head and stares into my eyes.
“You’ve got the prettiest pussy, too. It’s so responsive to my touch.
But you know what I want more than anything right now, angel?
I want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my dick and sucking me off until I come in your throat. You gonna give me that?”
His dirty words send another flush through my body. How can I say no? I don’t think there’s anything I would deny this man. I nod.
He moves off me to stand at the side of the bed and tugs me up to sit on the edge. Then his fingers thread through my hair, and he cups my head. He drags a thumb over my lips, wetting them, then positions the head of his dick at them, rubbing it over them.
“Take it, baby. Take my dick.”
I open my mouth and stroke it with my tongue, then take him down deep.
A groan bubbles up from deep in his chest, and he slowly fucks my face, sliding in and out of my mouth, until the urgency and his jaw tighten, then his entire body tightens.
When the orgasm hits him, his fists tighten in my hair, and the controlling hold sends a flush of response between my legs.
I lap up every drop, and then he takes us both to our backs on the bed.
We rest for a few minutes and then he fucks me slow and easy, staring into my eyes the entire time. Love bubbles up inside me, and my eyes fill.
“What’s that about?” he whispers.
I shake my head and don’t respond. I can’t. I’m overwhelmed.
He kisses me, and somehow my response drives him wild with desire. He changes tempo and soon he’s pounding into me. When his orgasm hits him, he goes solid.
I wrap my arms around him, loving watching him get off.
He collapses next to me.
Afterward, I stare into his face. He’s still breathing hard when I murmur the words softly.
“I love you, Blue.”
The lines crinkle around his eyes, and his white teeth flash in the moonlight.
“’Bout time you said it.” He dips his head and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “You’re like a dream. One I never thought I deserved. Maybe I still don’t, but I’m not givin’ you up. You’re mine, now, Luisa. Forever.”
He doesn’t say those three words back to me, and I satisfy myself with the sweet things he did say. Perhaps it’s hard for him to be that vulnerable. I have to believe, after what we just shared, that he has those feelings for me.
He hauls me to my feet, then smacks my ass. “Now feed me, woman. I’m starving, and something smells good.”
“Oh, crap. The food.” I snatch up his denim shirt and slip it on, then run to the kitchen and pull out the pan of meat and tortillas. “I hope it’s not ruined.”
He helps me lay it all out on the table, then tugs me onto his lap, and we feed each other tacos, and giggle and laugh.
I’m happier than I can ever remember being.