Heads bob and I don’t realize I’m picking my nails again until Alfie’s hand engulfs both of mine.
“We’ll push her and see how she’ll react.” Alfie shoots me a wink. “Right?”
He knows damn well I can’t say no if he shoots me a wink. He always makes me swoon when he does that. Besides, I really like the woman who has been staying with us for the last couple of days.
“You betcha.” I grin, already looking forward to the pushing part. Hoping it involves my hips doing the pushing in her warm and welcome pussy.
“Okay, let’s head out before she comes back. I don’t want her wondering why all of us are gathered here. And for now, keep her away from the clubhouse and the other old ladies along with our kids. If you want to get back to working with the horses, Alfie? Be my guest, but shoot Colt a text first so he can make sure to keep others away.” Weston stands and nods at me. “Thanks for the coffee.”
I trail behind all of the men and close the door behind them. Turning toward the kitchen I see Alfie leaning against the door jamb.
“Ready for some fun?” He grins.
I purse my lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTER FOUR
– ALFIE –
“Any suggestions on how we’re going to get into her panties? I’m thinking you’re going to have to take the lead. She’s friendlier toward you and thinks I’m the asshole. This calls for some good cop, bad cop action. You being the good one.”
Joaquin snorts. “And she being the cop.”
There’s that jab in my chest again. I have no damn clue why it strikes me so hard to become aware this woman has been playing with us. My phone vibrates in my pocket, when I check I see Weston is calling.
He starts to rattle as soon as I answer. “The prospect I put on her just called me to report there was an incident. She’s on her way to you guys, or he thinks she went your way since he decided to follow the guy she had an argument with. She threw the first punch but the fucker hit her back. She got in her car and left, so this is your heads up. I’ll check in later when the prospect has more info on the fucker.”
“Thanks,” I grunt and end the call. I connect my gaze with Joaquin and give a short recap of what Weston just said.
He’s about to say something but I notice her car coming through the gate. I point at the window. Joaquin turns and curses underneath his breath.
Her smokey gray ombré hair is pulled back into a braid but some strands have fallen out. Eyes puffy and one side of her face is clearly more red. I can’t fucking believe a guy hit her, even if she was the one to strike first.
Without thinking I head out and stalk right up to her car to open the door. She’s still sitting there, trying to get a grip before entering our house. But suddenly nothing matters except the need to comfort this woman.
She gasps when I pull her out of the car and into my arms. I kick the door shut and stalk back into the house, letting Joaquin close the door behind us. I take a seat on the couch and place her on my lap.
“You shouldn’t put too much weight on your leg,” she croaks.
And it’s then I realize I didn’t even reach for my cane or feel the discomfort I usually have when I put weight on my leg or arm.
I take her head into my hands. “Some things are more important and it lets you bite through the pain to deal with important stuff first. So, mind telling me what happened?”
Her eyes are all puffy and red and her bottom lip trembles before she sinks her teeth into it.
“Oh, come on, baby girl,” Joaquin says with liquid comfort in his voice. “We’re here for you whatever you need.”
She’s fucking torn. Her eyes are bouncing all over the place and there’s such pain running through her it’s lashing out and hits me right in the chest. And that’s exactly where I pull her against and slowly rock her from left to right while Joaquin strokes her back.
“Fuck it,” I growl and pull her back. “Who was the fucker hitting you? And I hope to hell the punch you threw was hard or I’ll have to show you how to get a better jab in next time.”
She covers her face with her hands. “Oh, no, no, no. Dammit, I should have known.” Her hands drop. “You had me followed?”
“More than that, sweet cheeks. More than that. But whatever it is, we can handle it.” Joaquin brushes his thumbs underneath her eyes to gently wipe her tears away.
“No, you can’t.” Her eyes go down and I take this moment to draw Joaquin’s attention.
Our connection has always been one on a deeper level. I can sense how he feels and in return he knows exactly how to handle me or knows what to do or what needs to be done. Like now. Our gazes collide and I give one single nod and the crinkles around his eyes show me he understands the hint I just gave him.
His well-groomed eyebrow raises and I am very aware what I’m asking him to do and I can’t help but give him a smirk before I nod. Hell yes, I’m sure. And it’s rare because we might have fucked a woman together in the past, but since the day I claimed Joaquin was the day I didn’t want him to kiss another person.
Suck a pussy, sure. But tongue fuck another person? Hell no. His mouth is mine and I explained it very clear how all his kisses are mine alone. But in this moment? She needs it and though I’m dying to taste her–circumstances be damned–I can’t be the one who kisses her first.
I’m holding her and know very well I’m too dominant to take her. Joaquin’s kisses are phenomenal. The man can swoop you away with his tongue and draw you in where only surrender is the option you gladly take.
He places a finger underneath her jaw and tips her head slightly back. Leaning forward he catches her lips in a kiss right before my very eyes. It’s as if he’s sucking my cock. I can’t describe it any other way than I’m getting hard by the view of his lips brushing hers and knowing how good it feels.
I’ve always been a man who enjoys watching. But this? I’ve been plugged into their moment where sparks fly as they land on my skin to scorch me with the heat they’re creating. I’m unable to resist and place a kiss on her shoulder and move my way up to her neck.
She moans into Joaquin’s mouth and by now I’ve passed the point of rational thought. Her hand slides in my hair, nails scraping my scalp and I make sure to sink my teeth into her earlobe to give her a spark of pain mixed with pleasure when I lick the sting away.
She’s still sitting on my lap but she’s facing Joaquin, who is thoroughly ravishing her mouth. Working on the buttons of her blouse, I sneak my hand in and knead her breast. Instantly she pulls my head closer and whimpers.
So damn responsive. I have the sudden need to feel both our cocks slide inside this woman at the same time. Lust like never before slams through me and it makes me tear at her clothes, ripping away her bra so she’s now naked from the waist up.
Joaquin breaks the kiss and he’s wearing a big smile as the both of us see the desire swirling in Greta’s dazed look.
“You have to taste her. Enchanting. She kisses like the first rain on a summer’s day and all you want to do is fucking dance in it,” Joaquin croaks.
He gently guides her head toward me and I follow his lead to crush my mouth against hers. She instantly opens for me and I thrust my tongue inside, colliding with hers allowing the electricity to bounce off our connection.