Che (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 2)

"No, don't go that way," Che demanded when I turned the blinker on to head back to Teddy's. "Turn left," he demanded.

I should have objected, taken us right back to Teddy's, so we could let everyone know we were okay, set the next steps in motion.

But did I do that? No, of course not.

I turned left.

And we took a drive through a luxury neighborhood. "Keep going," Che demanded when I sent him a sideways look. "Here turn in there," he told me, pointing to a wooded area that stretched between the rich part of the neighborhood and the more middle-class area.

I didn't see a road at first, but sure enough, there was a break just big enough to drive the car down, doing so until the road stopped.

"Ah, is this where you murder me?" I asked, looking over.

To that, he gave me a soft smile. "Turn off the car," he demanded, climbing out, closing the door with a soft click. Likely because we had no business being here. As if we needed to break more laws in one—very long—night.

With nothing else to do, I cut the engine, and climbed out of the car, closing my door quiet, then moving around the hood to where Che was leaning.

As soon as I got close, he snagged me at my hips, pulling me in front of him, sliding me back until my back pressed into his chest, his arms folding around the upper part of my chest, giving me such a tight squeeze that it was hard to breathe.

"Thank you for coming back for me," he said, voice soft, as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

"I had to," I told him, feeling a squeeze, but this time it wasn't his arms, it was my damn heart inside my chest. "I needed to know you were okay. And you didn't hate me," I added, voice smaller.

"I could never," he told me, his hand moving to stroke up my cheek, then slipping down to snag my chin, starting to turn me to face him.

Suddenly, I didn't care about the events of the night, about the fact that we weren't out of danger yet, that we were criminals standing on someone else's property without permission, that we had people back at Teddy's who were waiting with bated breath to make sure we made it back, that we were okay, that the cops didn't get us, that this whole thing wasn't going to come toppling down on everyone.

I didn't care.

It didn't matter.

All that mattered was that soft, warm look in Che's eyes a moment before he pressed his lips to mine.

It started slow and sweet, but as our bodies started to warm, his lips became harder, hungrier, as his hands slid down my back, sinking into my ass, before yanking back.

"Sorry," he said, wincing at me.

"For what? Kissing me?" I asked, my heart stuttering.

"Grabbing your ass," he clarified.

"I have no objections to that," I told him.

"If I recall correctly, a chunk of that ass is missing," he told me, smirking. "If you're not so sure anymore, I'd be happy to inspect the area for you," he added, eyes dancing.

"It wasn't really a chunk," I explained, shrugging. "And it is right here," I told him, grabbing his hand, sliding it down my ass, and pressing high on the left cheek.

"So, if I do this," he said, his hands sliding to the roundest part of my butt, sinking in.

"That's good," I told him, my hand teasing up his chest. "Should we be doing this?" I asked, leaning forward to run my lips up his neck. "Your side."

"Fuck my side," he said, using my ass to drag me against his erection, hard and demanding against my belly.

I cared. About his side. Really, I did.

But in that moment, with need coiling in my lower belly, I had to agree with him.

Going up on my tiptoes, I sealed my lips to his as his hands shifted me, making his hardness press between my thighs.

I wanted to take it slow like he'd said the last time his hands were on me. But as both our hands started to roam, as teeth nipped, and tongues caressed, there was no way to slow down, to try to convince our overcharged bodies that we should savor each moment.

By the time his hands slid up, going under the waistband of my pants and panties, and slipping between my thighs, I didn't care about anything but getting more.

Luckily for me, Che's mind was on the same thing as his fingers started to work slow circles around my clit, driving me upward as his lips ripped from mine, saying something in my ear in Spanish that I only caught a few words of, but felt the impact of them regardless.

My hand moved down his front, undoing his button and zip, and sliding down, closing around his hard length, feeling the deep ache that I needed him to fill.