Say Yes, Senator

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Moira was pretty and smiled kindly at us when she let us into her apartment.

“It’s been a long time, King. And you must be Valentina, King’s friend,” Moira said as she held the door open for us. I watched as she and Jesus hugged and I’d noticed the way she had said the word “friend.” Everyone knew that there was more to us than that.

“I’m sorry for imposing on you like this,” I said to Moira, who ushered us into her living room. She waved her hand in the air.

“Don’t be silly. I know exactly how it feels to want to get away from the MC world. That’s exactly why I left,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “Besides, my brother seems to think that the safest place for you to be would be here. I hope that’s true,” she added and led us towards one of the two bedrooms in the back of the apartment.

“Thanks, Moira,” Jesus told her, and she hugged him again.

“I would say to you to take care of yourself, but I know you’re already doing that,” Moira said with a broad beaming smile, and I entered the room and immediately felt at home.

“I’m going out for a few drinks, Valentina, you should settle in. Feel free to raid my closet for clothes or any other stuff that you need. You should feel entirely comfortable here,” she added, while she was already half way out of the door.

“Thank you,” I called after her, but she had shut the bedroom door behind her.

“She seems lovely,” I told Jesus, who was staring at me again.

“Yeah, she’s a gem,” he replied, and I sat down on the bed with a thump. It was a springy mattress, and it made me bounce and smile. Jesus still looked worried, like he was still not at peace.

“Thank you too, Jesus…I haven’t actually thanked you for everything you’ve done and are doing,” I said, and he walked towards me. He had his hands thrust into the pockets of his leather jacket and was studying my face.

“You don’t have to thank me, Valentina. You might not know this, but you saved me when I was at my lowest. You gave me hope that things could be better,” he was speaking in a thick low voice while we stared at each other. I could see that he meant every word he was saying.

“Please don’t worry about me here, Jesus. I’ll be okay…your friends are right, I’ll be safe, you’ll be safest if I don’t live with you,” I said, and he stepped even closer to me.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he was hovering over me, looking down at me with narrowed dark eyes.

“I don’t care what happens to me,” he grunted.

“Okay…then don’t worry about me,” I said.

A few moments of silence passed between us, and I could hear him breathing heavily.

“You shouldn’t have come back, Valentina, now they won’t rest till they have you back,” he said, and I gulped. He had no idea how glad I was that I had come back. He didn’t know that I would have given anything to see him again. Nothing had changed in these ten years that we had spent apart. I was just as much in love with him now as I had been when we were nineteen.

“But I’m here now, and I’m safe, and you should be happy about rescuing all those kids from the fighting ring,” I told him, craning my neck to look up at him.

Jesus’ eyes were focused on my face. I could see that he was thinking something, trying to make up his mind about something.

“I should go,” he said, out of the blue, when I was least expecting him to speak. A sudden thud landed on my chest. I hadn’t even given a thought to the fact that me staying with Moira would mean that Jesus would have to leave at some point. I didn’t want us to be apart, but it was inevitable.

I nodded my head wordlessly. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. It felt like we had just found each other and now we were going to be apart again. It filled me with the kind of fear I had never felt before. Not even when Juan was holding me captive in that motel room.

Jesus took a step back from me, his eyes still on me and

then he turned around and walked to the bedroom door. I watched him with a heaving chest as he placed a hand on the doorknob. I felt like I could have just burst out into tears at that moment. I wanted him to stay.

Jesus turned the knob and pulled the door open. My breath was caught in my throat. But instead of stepping out, he slammed the door back shut again.

I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as he turned on his heels and strode to me.

I gasped and fell back on the bed when he threw himself on me. I caught his face with my hands as our lips met. I opened my mouth, his tongue pushed into me and our breaths collided.

Jesus had pinned me down flat on the bed with his body, his hands feeling my torso as he slowly lifted up my top. His hands cupped my breasts, and I arched my back, shuddering under his touch. His mouth remained fixed on mine, his tongue thrusting in and out of me while he moved his hips against mine.

Our clothes felt like they were going to burn away. I’d just had him, but I wanted him again. I could feel the angry throb of his cock in his pants. My pussy was wet too, under the barrier of my jeans and underwear.