Chapter 40 #2
I trail my fingertips across a scratch on the roof, happy to have a little bit of him that he’s never shown me before.
“I’m taking you somewhere, and it’s not the kind of place I want to go in a limo.”
Satisfied that he’s not going to push the car over a cliff with me inside, I climb in and lean over the driver’s seat to unlock his door. He climbs in and caresses the steering wheel.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he replies as the car roars to life, and he smiles at the sound.
Half an hour later, we’ve driven across downtown to 3rd Street, and Alejandro stops the car outside an old-fashioned diner called Mama Sue’s.
“Why are we here?” I say, taking a look around. The shelter does some outreach around here. It’s one of the poorest areas of the city, and not the type of place I’d expect Alejandro to even know about.
“My mother grew up in this neighborhood. Was born and raised here until she met my father at sixteen. When I was a kid, she came back every Saturday morning to check on her old friends and neighbors. She always brought me with her, and I learned to play basketball right over there.” He nods to the sun-faded but well-maintained court across the street.
“That’s where I first met Jax. My father used to try and stop her from visiting.
He’d tell her it was too dangerous. But she used to sneak here anyway.
It may sound absurd, but we were probably safer here than we ever were in our gated mansion. ”
“I had no idea. Your mom’s a badass.”
He nods, a smile spreading across his face.
“Yeah, she is. All of her friends and neighbors have moved on now, most with a little help from her. But she still does a lot for the place. She donated the money for the library down the street. And this old diner was going to go under, but she convinced my father to buy it and give the place a makeover. It’s operated at a loss every year since my family has owned it because the food is so cheap and the staff is paid so well. ”
I knew I loved his mom. What a kind and wonderful woman. “That’s amazing. Although it doesn’t sound like the best business model.”
He turns in his seat. “Some things are more important than business, Alana.”
Did the man who’s all about business, all the time, really just say that? “I can see why you brought me here. And I’m sorry I thought you wouldn’t be interested in helping people.”
He reaches across the center console and takes my hand in his.
“I suppose I’ve never given you any reason to think otherwise.
As for the outside world, we like to keep our more philanthropic endeavors under wraps.
Legitimate is one thing—charitable is quite another.
It’s not good for my image.” He smirks, his brown eyes twinkling, and I’m sure my ovaries are exploding.
“I’m glad you shared this with me though. It means a lot to me.”
“I should have told you about it sooner.” He cups my face in his hand and rubs the pad of his thumb over my cheek. “And I should have donated to your shelter without you having to ask or assume anything. And for that, princesa, I am sorry.”
Wow! An apology too. This is becoming quite the day.
I’m seeing him in a whole new light, one that reinforces all the things I’ve been feeling for him that I’ve fought so hard not to feel.
I’m scared he’s about to break through the last few bricks of my wall, and I don’t know what I’ll do if he does.
If I let him in completely … he’ll have all the power.
And then how will I walk away when this thing is done?
I need to take back a little control, put us on more even footing, or at least move this to a place where we’re both more comfortable. I slide my hand to his thigh and squeeze. “Would you like to donate some money to the shelter, Mr. Montoya?”
His grin turns wolfish and he arches an eyebrow. “If I promise to be your biggest donor, will I get any additional benefits?”
I run my hand up toward his groin. “What additional benefits did you have in mind, sir?”
He groans and shifts in his seat. “None that I’d like to indulge in sitting in this car in the middle of this neighborhood,” he growls. “Let’s get you home and get you naked, and then we can discuss my benefits.”
Without any further discussion, he pulls away from the curb.
Alejandro pins me to the wall of the entryway as soon as we get into the house. He reaches for the hem of my dress and has it pulled up and over my head before I can protest. My back is pressed up against the cool plaster while his hot mouth and hands trail my skin and he removes my bra.
My heart races and every nerve ending thrums with need. He tugs at my panties, and the material shreds easily in his fingers.
“Alex,” I gasp.
“You know how I feel about panties in the house. But seeing as you were such a good girl today, would you like to be fucked in the hallway or in our bed?”
I love the way he says our bed. Our anything.
“Bed. Definitely bed.” He lifts me by my ass and wraps my legs around his waist before he carries me to the bedroom, his lips barely leaving my neck the whole time.
He kicks open the double doors to our room and throws me on the bed. I bounce in the middle, a giggle bubbling out of me.
His eyes rake greedily over my naked body as he runs his tongue across his lower lip. “You are fucking beautiful, Alana.”
My mouth is practically watering while I watch him remove his polo shirt. He tosses it on the floor and unbuttons his jeans. When he peels them down his perfectly sculpted legs, my pussy contracts at the sight of him. He is the finest-looking man I have ever seen. And he is mine.
Naked, he stalks toward me, and the expression on his face makes me shiver.
He looks like he wants to nail me into oblivion, and I am here for all of it.
He crawls on top of me, trailing kisses up my thighs before pushing my legs far apart and blowing cool air over my dripping center.
I writhe beneath him, shameless with desire.
He licks a path along my pussy, and my back arches off the bed as pleasure courses through my veins.
“I could eat your pussy all day long,” he growls against my flesh before swirling his tongue over my clit.
“Oh god,” I cry.
“I know, princesa. I’m here.”
He wraps his hands around the backs of my legs and pulls me closer, settling between my thighs while he licks and sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
My climax builds with every lash of his tongue, but every time I get close, he moves lower, licking at my opening as I buck my hips against his face.
“Alex, please.”
“So needy for me.”
Yes I am, and brazen with it. I rock against his sinful mouth. He teases me still, groaning his appreciation while he laps at my arousal and brings me to a climax that leaves me breathless and shaking.
When he pushes himself up onto his forearms, his face is covered in me, and he wipes his jaw with the back of his hand. “Delicious.”
Then he crawls over me and presses his rock-hard cock against my still-throbbing pussy. “This is what you really want, isn’t it?” He notches the head at my opening.
My answer is nothing more than a groan. I seem to have lost my ability to form coherent words.
He trails his lips, still damp with my arousal, along my jawline. “You want me to bury my cock inside your sweet little pussy?”
“Uh-huh” is still all I can manage.
He stares into my eyes. “You were incredible today, Alana. What you’ve done for the shelter is incredible. I meant it when I said I’m proud of you.”
I get lost in his dark eyes, and emotion sticks in my throat.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this happy. I don’t entirely know how to handle him like this—when he’s sweet and charming and caring.
The arrogant asshole who fucks like he was born for sex and sin—I know where I stand with him.
But this man is someone else, and he holds my heart in his hands.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he says softly. “I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”
I do as he asked, and he pushes himself inside me with one swift movement. I’m so wet from his earlier teasing that he slides in easily, making me groan his name as I take him to the hilt.
He fucks me slowly. So slowly that I feel every single millimeter of him as he moves in and out of me. His mouth seals over mine, and he kisses me deeply and fiercely.
Whimpering into his mouth, I cling to him, my nails biting into his skin.
Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release.
His unhurried, deliberate rhythm keeps me right on the precipice of ecstasy.
This is like nothing we’ve ever done before.
One of his hands fists in my hair and the other roams my body while he continues leisurely fucking me.