Chapter 55 – Alana
Chapter
Fifty-Five
ALANA
I’m sitting, reading in the den, when Alejandro walks into the room. It’s been three weeks since he rescued me from Carlos’s basement, and my injuries are fully healed.
“Hey, princesa. Where is Lucia?”
“Your mom took her shopping. She needs some new maternity clothes.” The Montoya family has gone through a huge trauma, and although they all know that Carlos needed to be stopped, it’s still been a challenging time.
Having Lucia around, welcoming her into the fold, has been helping them to heal.
Maria in particular is thrilled to have another girl in the group.
“You didn’t go with them?” he asks, frowning and obviously confused.
Usually, I enjoy a shopping trip as much as the next gal, especially with Lucia and Maria.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asks, voice full of concern as he takes a seat beside me.
I can’t help but smile at his overprotectiveness, which has kicked into overdrive since the incident with his uncle.
I don’t mind. In fact, I’m kind of loving it.
“I’m better than okay,” I say as I slip my arms around his neck and pull him to me for a kiss. “I wanted to stay home in case you and I managed to get a little time alone.”
His hands fist into in my hair, and after kissing me slowly for a while he looks down at me.
“So, we’re actually alone?” he pants as he breaks our kiss.
“Apart from your small army. Yes,” I raise a suggestive eyebrow at him.
“Then why are you still wearing panties?” he growls as he pushes me back against the sofa, slipping his hands beneath my dress and pulling the offending garments off.
He stuffs them into his pocket before he leans back down against me.
“I want you nice and wet when I bury my cock in your pussy. So, do you want to come on my mouth or my fingers before I fuck you?” he growls.
“Both,” I groan.
“Greedy, princesa,” he chuckles softly before his head dips between my thighs.
After Alejandro nails me to the sofa, I lie in his arms, listening to the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. It’s pretty rapid, because that was some spectacular sex.
“I want to talk to you about something before Lucia comes back,” he says as he brushes my hair back from my face.
“Oh? What is it?” I ask.
“I made an appointment with a lady from an adoption agency,” he says, and my heart feels like it’s stopped beating in my chest. What the hell has he got planned now?