6
El Jefe
“Did he touch you?” I asked her but wasn’t sure I’d get an accurate answer. She was clearly drunk, and that little fact made me more furious.
It was a good thing I didn’t stick around the Cactus for much longer. Something told me to get back to the club to check on Silvia and I was glad I had.
Fucking, Carlos was taking her to get a tattoo. And he probably would have taken advantage of her in her inebriated state.
She nodded, appearing sad. “He danced with me. Touched my hips and kissed my neck.” She touched the spot where his filthy mouth had been. “But I liked it. That’s bad, right?”
“Very bad.” I’ll kill him. I took her elbow and led her down to my bedroom. It was the only place in the clubhouse I’d take her, where I could keep an eye on her.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Jesus, what the fuck was she wearing? All her curves were on full display in that fitted dress. It literally left nothing up to the imagination. On a different woman, under different circumstances, I would find it absolutely hot.
“It’s not?” She stared at me with tears in her eyes.
“No.” I put the code into the lock and opened the door. “Go in.”
“What is this place?”
“My bedroom.” The last place I wanted her, but I wouldn’t leave her vulnerable where intoxicated people might fuck around with her. I trusted my crew with my life, and if they were sober, I’d leave her with a prospect. But I felt responsible for her, even though I wasn’t.
For fuck’s sake, she was the younger sister of my enemy. I should feed her to the wolves, wash my hands of her, but I wasn’t like her brothers.
“You’re bedroom? Are we going to have sex?” she asked in a flirty tone, and blinking weirdly.
“No,” I hissed, nudging her to move forward so I could close the goddamn door.
“Are you angry with me?” She stumbled and nearly fell on her face.
Jesus, she couldn’t even walk straight. “Take your shoes off before you break your neck.”
“See, you are angry. Grumpy, angry Jefe.” She swiped tears off her face.
Oh, hell. Some people were angry or stupidly funny drunks, but Miss Silvia was a crying drunk.
“I’m not angry.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Are so. What did I do wrong?” She slipped her heels off, then proceeded to take the dress off.
“Wait,” I said, but not loud enough for her to hear me. The dress rolled down her lithe body and fell at her bare feet.
I exhaled a deep breath, my cock jumping to attention and straining to break through my zipper. Black cheeky underwear, my fucking favorite. Thank God, she had a bra on.
“I’m so tired. Can I sleep?”
“Please do.” I waved my hand toward my king-sized bed. Interacting with her was making me like her more and more.
Liking her wasn’t okay. Tomorrow, she’d be gone, and I would never think about her again.
“Thank you. Just gotta shut my eyes.” She crawled onto the bed, pointing her ass in my direction. Showing me what I could have if I just took it. I wouldn’t, of course.
I believed in consent, and made sure my crew got the green light before fucking anyone. But maybe a hangaround like Carlos didn’t know all the rules. I needed to fix that.
From my vantage point by the door, I took pleasure watching her situate herself on the mattress. She snuggled against a pillow, hiking her knee up to it. What I wouldn’t do to sink my teeth into her meaty flesh.
Tan thick thighs.
Round squeezable ass.
Fuck me.
She wasn’t only beautiful and sexy, she was sweet, so sweet, I felt a cavity forming.
Just gotta shut my eyes , where the last words she said before she was out. I went over and covered her partially naked body with the quilt my abuela made for me when I was a baby.
The fact that I was letting Silvia use it should freak the shit out of me. Nobody touched my blanket but my abuela, my mom, and me.
Silvia was burrowing into my soul fast. That was some scary shit. How could my resistance be weakening after one day? Stuff like this didn’t happen to me. I had thick-ass walls made of steel. Loved my single life.
Mama Virgie might have been right when she said, “Mijo, when the right girl comes along you won’t be able to stop true love.”
“Good night, Chiquita.” I almost kissed her forehead but refrained. “I’ll be back.”
I need a minute away from her. While I was out, I could also get her some water, aspirin, and a bowl of menudo, the best hangover soup ever. A garbage can would be good too; in case she threw up.
Locking the door behind, I went to the bar and searched for Letty, who I had left in charge of Silvia. The girl had failed me. She shouldn’t have let her drink so much.
“Everything okay, Prez?”
I glared at Quino. “You saw what happened, you tell me.”
“I wasn’t going to let Carlos have his way with her.”
“Fuck, Q. You saw him putting the moves on her and you did nothing. Not cool.”
“I was in the middle of getting a BJ from Suzy.” He took a drink of his beer. “But I was keeping an eye on her.”
“Where’s Letty?”
“With Spearmint, I think. You know I don’t keep track of the girls. My only concern is for the one sucking me off at the moment.”
Usually, I was the same as Quino. Nothing and no one distracted me from a blow job. Now, I couldn’t even imagine anyone but Silvia with her lips on me. What was this girl doing to me?
“You close up,” I told him.
“Where you gonna be?”
“In my room.”
“Alone?”
I cocked my head at him. “Really?”
“Thought so. You got it bad for the girl. Be careful, Jefe. Her brother doesn’t mess around.”
“No shit, Sherlock.’ I knew what Miguel was capable of. Quino didn’t need to remind me.
I left the bar and collected the items I needed to help Silvia when she finally woke up. Returning to my room, I found her just as I left her. I set the items on the nightstand next to her, then stripped down to catch a few Zs.
I normally slept in the nude and tonight was no different. I wouldn’t change a damn thing for anyone, not even Silvia.
A lion-sized yawn took hold of me as I slipped under the sheets. Shocking the hell out of me, she rolled toward me and snuggled against me.
My dick hardened and slowly lifted.
Not good.
“I want you, Jefe,” someone said, while nibbling on my ear lobe. “Wake up.”
There was no better dream than a woman asking for my dick. I smiled and let my hands roam, finding nothing but skin.
“I want you to be my first.” Lips kissed on my neck and her hand glided down my abs.
Wait. Did she say her first?
My eyes flashed open and there was Silvia staring at me.
“Morning.” Her hand slowly continued downward toward my alert cock.
“No.” I grabbed her wrist. “No.”
“You don’t find me attractive?”
“I didn’t say that.” I lifted the sheet and sure enough, she was naked.
Lord, have mercy.
I was a very sexual man. I didn’t decline an offer of sex, like ever. As long as we were consenting adults, I was all in. But with Silvia, I didn’t think I could, even though I wanted to with every cell in my body.
“You don’t want to have sex with me?”
“The question should be, why do you want to have sex with me ? You don’t know me, Mija. My dick could be laced with STDs.”
“Is it?”
“Well, no.”
“Then I want to have sex with you.” She swirled her nails on my chest, revving my engine up. She didn’t appear hungover. Not sure how that was possible after the way she acted last night.
My mind was blown.
Silvia didn’t seem like the type to initiate, yet here she was presenting herself on a silver platter to me.
“Listen, Jefe. We’ll never see each other again. Let’s make this one time a good-bye. I appreciate all you’ve done for me. But I need this. I need you to dirty me up.”
I couldn’t believe what she was asking.
“Why? Who are you running from and why?” I needed all the details.
She sighed and flopped onto her back. “Never mind. You’re obviously the wrong person for me, so I’ll find someone else.” She lifted to exit the bed, and I pulled her back and covered her body with mine.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I forced her legs apart and settled between them. Melting against her, I ground my cock into her pelvis. “I don’t normally have sex in my bed.”
“Are we going to have sex?”
“Maybe. But I need to know what yesterday was all about when I found you.” Truth be told, I was going to dirty her up like she asked. I couldn’t help myself. She was that irresistible.
“I’m a virgin. My brother had me locked away in a monastery. He was forcing me to marry a man I don’t know or love, to form an alliance with a gangster. That’s it.” She stared intensely into my eyes. “You can get off me now.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I’m a virgin.” She furrowed her brow, giving me attitude. “I don’t have any experience.”
“So? I like the idea of being your first.”
“Really? You’re not put off?” Hope bloomed on her face.
“Put off? Have you seen yourself in the mirror, Chiquita? You’re gorgeous. I would be a fool to let you go.”
Her expression softened. She hooked her arms around my neck and pecked my lips. “Be gentle, Jefe.” Then knocking the oxygen out of my lungs, she wrapped her legs around my waist, opening up to me.
The room faded around us. All I saw was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
Everything in me said she was the one I’d been waiting for my whole life. Taking her virginity would bind us forever. There would be no letting her go, after being her first. I should probably warn her, so she’d have a choice in the matter, but I needed inside her rápido.
The head of my cock found her warm honey pot. She was so wet, it didn’t take much for me to slip partially in. And I froze.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, worry in her voice. “Did you change your mind or do you want to stand up since you don’t have sex in your bed?”
“Not a chance. I’m keeping you right here, baby.” I kissed her softly and bucked my hips gently, careful not to go all the way in.
“Then what?”
“Are you on birth control?”
She lowered her gaze, shaking her head. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to use it. Gotta problem with that?”
She bit her bottom lip. “I could get pregnant.”
“You could.”
“We just met.” She worried her lip between her teeth. “And you won’t claim anyone.”
I hiked my brow. “Why would you say that?”
“I heard it from the other girls.”
“Give me permission to fuck you. We’ll deal with the consequences later.”
“You have my permission.”
Thank you, Jesus. I captured her lips and kissed her passionately. Stealing the air from her lungs. Getting her worked up and ready for her first sexual experience. When she responded enthusiastically, I entered her in one firm thrust.
Silvia yelped and dug her nails into my shoulders.
“Are you okay? I can stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Her body moved under me like a sensual dance. She made me melt, though I’d never admit such a thing. Melting was for pussies.
We went at each other, kissing and touching, our tongues twisting and fighting for dominance. The build-up was incredible. My mouth ached for every part of her body.
The pressure I felt forming for an epic release made me see stars. I amped up my speed, fucking her fast and hard. She met me thrust for thrust.
She mewled. Arched her back and pressed her tits against my chest. I should have told her who I was, but it didn’t feel like the right time.
Maybe I didn’t because I might let her go.
Or subconsciously, I was getting my revenge on Miguel for what he did to my family. He had taken someone away from me, and now, I was taking his sister away from him.
No.
I wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt him. I felt something strong for Silvia and that was why I should’ve been straight with her.
Fuck, I screwed up even before anything got started.
“Jefe! Oh, my!” She panted, squeezing her eyes shut. “The pressure.”
“You’re going to come.” I slowed down to draw out her orgasm, hitting her G-spot firmly. “Open your eyes, baby. I want them on mine.”
She did as I asked and the emotion in her brown depths got me in the feels. Her hands lifted and she grabbed her head. Her pretty mouth opened, then soft, barely heard, moaning started. She was close and I was enjoying every second of watching her have her very first orgasm.
I rocked back and forth, pulling my cock in and out of her in a steady rhythm. I found it funny that I hadn’t had sex in bed like this since forever. I didn’t like how it was intimate. But I kind of liked it with Silvia.
Normally, I didn’t take my time during sex. I was more of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am sort of guy. Quick fucks to achieve my goal: releasing tension.
As president, I could fuck with no strings attached. A perk bikers liked in a club. We had women ready to give us what we wanted, and we were happy to be on the receiving end.
I found myself giving Silvia my best every time we were together. I recognize it’d only been a day since we met. Still, I treated her differently from other chicks, and I didn’t even know why. Interesting, right?
“Please, Jefe,” she begged me in a beautiful agonizing way.
“What’s wrong, Chiquita? Do you want it to be over already?”
“No, I like what we’re doing. I just—”
I cut her off and hammered into her tender, virgin pussy. Three, two, one…
She shattered beneath me. The sight of her threw me off the cliff, and my release hit like a garbage truck.
I slammed deep inside her and filled her with my cum.
“That was amazing.” She cupped my face and peppered kisses on me. “I want to do it again!”
Guilt brought me down to earth. “I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?” She smiled brightly in her afterglow. Damn, I didn’t want to ruin her first time. She’d probably hate me once I told her my name.
I was such an asshole, but I couldn’t hide the truth from her anymore. Time to take my medicine…
“My birth name is Andy Garcia.” I swallowed, thickly, feeling my heart rate kick up.
Before she could say anything, I went on.
“My mom was in love with the actor, Andy Garcia, around the time I was born. An innocent crush. So that’s who she named me after.
Although the actor is from Cuba, and my family is from Mexico. ”
“Aww, I love that story. It’s a pleasure to meet you, officially , Andy Garcia.” She didn’t seem fazed. Maybe she didn’t recognize my name. “I’m sorry to say I have no idea who the actor is.”
“No biggie.” I left it at that. “And you’re Silvia Avila.”
“That’s right. Did you look in my purse?” Her eyes became wide and filled with hope. “Wait! Did you find my purse?”
“I did. Left it in my office.” Dammit, I should have brought it with me. Put it in my underwear drawer to give to her when I thought the time was right. “I know your brothers.”
“You do? How?” Her smile wasn’t as bright anymore. She looked suspicious. “Avila is a pretty common name. Are you sure you have the right family?”
“I was Tonio’s best friend.”
The blood drained from her face, and I instantly regretted bringing it up while we were both naked in bed.
Way to go dipshit.