Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alejandro
Igently lifted Elaina from the backseat of the SUV, taking extra care not to wake her up. She’d had a rough day and needed every bit of rest she could get.
As soon as Emmanuel was out of surgery and settled into his recovery room, Joey and I took her back to see him, and thankfully, he’d been awake.
Once she saw with her own eyes that he was on the other side of this whole mess and well on his way to recovering, Joey and I brought her back to the clubhouse.
She promptly passed out from pure emotional exhaustion as soon as we were on the road, her head resting on my shoulder the entire way.
“Got her?” Joey whispered.
I nodded. I shouldn’t have been carrying her with my injury, but I’d deal with any pain and discomfort if it meant taking care of this beautiful woman. And if I ripped my stitches open, I’d just have Joey play doctor again. Fuck knew I liked him taking care of me anyway.
Joey turned and headed for the clubhouse, pushing the door open for me. Once we were inside, he headed for his room instead of the one I was sharing with Elaina and unlocked the door before pushing it open as well. “Put her on the bed,” he quietly ordered. “She’ll be more comfortable in here.”
No doubt about it. As I walked into the room, I was surrounded by the scent of him, and my stomach tightened with need for the man.
I’d never reacted so viscerally to anyone before Elaina and Joey had stepped into my life.
Something about them had me latching onto them, and I was loathe to ever let them go.
I’d chase them both to the ends of this world. Maybe at the beginning of this, I would have let Elaina go if that was something she truly wanted, but now… I didn’t think I could do it. I was too fucking selfish, and I wanted to keep her.
Dios, I wanted to keep them both all to myself.
After Joey pulled the blankets back, I gently laid her on the bed, then pulled her shoes off.
Joey covered her up, and as soon as he straightened, I gripped the front of his shirt and tugged him close to me.
So close our chests collided, and I could feel his hardening cock against mine.
He inhaled sharply, his eyes widening in surprise the tiniest bit.
This close, I could see the very tiny flecks of gold in his brown eyes, and I could smell his shampoo—something woodsy and masculine that I wanted to inhale for the rest of my life.
“Garcia…” he rasped. His voice was deep and husky, and it had my fingers tightening in his shirt.
“Hm?” I hummed, arching a brow at him.
He ran his eyes over my face, indecision warring within their dark depths.
And then, surprising the absolute fuck out of me, he growled, “Fuck it,” gripped the back of my neck, and pulled my lips to his, kissing me long, hard, and deep.
I’d kissed and fucked so many men, I couldn’t count all of them even if I tried.
But I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Joey topped all of them.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, and I groaned low in my throat as I eagerly kissed him back.
Releasing his shirt, I gripped his hips and yanked him forward so our bodies were flush.
His free hand tugged my button-down shirt from my slacks, and then, his palm was sliding up my torso, tracing my abs.
A low moan sounded from his throat, and I growled in response, quickly taking over the kiss and leading him.
And Dios, the way he let me… It was heady knowing a man like Joey—someone so fucking powerful and in control—trusted me enough to just be and let go with me.
Kissing Joey was otherworldly. He knew what he wanted, and he took it.
There wasn’t a submissive bone in his body, but he allowed me to control him and take what I wanted.
But he was taking what he wanted, too. We were frenzied in our need for each other, and if our woman wasn’t currently passed out in his bed, I’d be bending him over it and fucking him. No damn doubt about it.
When we finally parted, we were both breathing heavily.
Joey’s lips were kiss-swollen, and Dios, I wanted to see those kiss-swollen lips wrapped around my cock while I taught him how to suck me just right.
But we didn’t have time, and I didn’t want to accidentally wake Elaina either.
She needed her rest, and we had a war to prepare for.
Joey took a step back from me, still breathing heavily. His eyes were hazy and filled with lust, but he just licked his swollen, red lips and shoved his hands through his hair like he was trying gather himself and his thoughts.
“Church,” he finally rasped.
“We’ll finish this later,” I promised.
His eyes flicked up to mine, and after swallowing thickly, he nodded.
“Later,” he croaked in agreement.