“Mi vida, before we get started, I need to make some things clear.”
“Okay.” Instantly, I went on the defense. My walls vaulted up. The iron gate to my heart sealed shut, fearing he was about to let me down easily.
His hand glided up and down my back. “Whatever you tell me, it changes nothing,” he whispered into my hair. “If you think I don’t see the real you behind all the attitude and that smart mouth of yours, I’m telling you I know it’s all a front.”
What was he doing? Trying to unfold the many layers I hid behind to protect the real me? I knew I could trust him but I wasn’t sure I was ready for this.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“¡Cállate!” He slapped my ass.
“Did you just spank me and tell me to shut up?”
Fire practically shot out of his narrowed eyes. “I’m warning you, Roja. I’m not playing.”
Whoa, temper.“Sorry.”
“If you think you could ever scare or push me away, you can’t. I won’t let you. And I’ll paddle your ass until it’s black and blue if you try.” He blew out a breath. “I don’t say these things to be a bossy, possessive asshole.”
I hiked an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
He squeezed my ass cheek in his hand and dropped a kiss on my lips. “I am sometimes. But I’m telling you all this because you’re mine. All my brothers will know it.”
“How will they know?” Was it wrong to love the possessive asshole side of him? I’d experienced his tenderness. Hero felt emotions deeply. Good and bad. Something told me I’d struck gold with him.
“Because I’m claiming you in front of them at Storm’s birthday party Friday night.”
I tilted my face up to his, utterly stunned. There was an unyielding spark in his dark depths that said he wasn’t to be fucked with after his speech. He lowered his lips to mine before I could say anything.
Hero’s hands went into my hair, deepening the kiss. I tingled and squirmed against him. My freakout moment was already an afterthought. Maybe I should get Hero to fuck me instead of telling him about my issues and past.
Except I couldn’t, despite how much I wanted him deep inside me. My dad had crawled out of the rock he’d been hiding under. Eleven years had passed with not a single word from him. So I’d assumed he was dead.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t that lucky.
“Are you sure you want to do that? Claim me, I mean? We haven’t been together very long. Isn’t it a step below marriage?”
Hero shook his head. “In an MC, claiming a woman, making her your old lady is above marriage. Afterward, you’ll get my mark tattooed on you. Then, the whole club will respect and protect you with their life. We’re doing this, Roja.”
If only he could hear me screaming inside in sheer delight.
“Is that an order?”
“You’re my woman. Best you start acting like it and obey your man.” He pushed me onto my back and covered my body with his. He kissed me with no small amount of loving-kindness. It gushed out of him like Niagra Falls. “Now, talk to me. Tell me your secrets so we can deal with them. I need to fuck my woman, so hurry it the fuck up, baby.” He flashed me a megawatt smile.
I laughed because why the fuck not? Hero made me feel secure. Wanted. And not alone.
“Okay, big guy. I think I’d feel better with you pretty pecker inside me when we have this conversation.”
No words.
Hero stripped us both of our bottoms and drove his cock into my warm, wet pussy. I arched my back feeling immense pleasure being filled to the hilt.
We groaned at the same time. “Fuck.”
“All right, baby, I gave you what you wanted. I’m not moving until you tell me about your burns and everything else. I’m here. I’m yours. No need to keep that shit bottled up. Let me bear the burden with you.”
“Are you for real? Didn’t you used to ignore me?”