Page 223 of Tenderfoot

Ugh!

His zipper was being so difficult!

I gave up on his fly and threw myself at him.

He caught me by picking me up with two hands on my ass (therefore I wrapped four limbs around his body), and he carried me to the bedroom as I rained kisses all over his face, neck and throat.

We went down on the bed, me on my back, Javi on me.

So I rolled him and pulled at his T-shirt.

Javi took over with his tee so I switched targets to attempt to wrangle his fly again.

“Mi pequeña, you can slow down. I’m not going anywhere,” Javi said.

I sat up straight and stared down at my guy and his gorgeous face and his magnificent chest on my pink velvet comforter, thinking about how he was a man who could be cool with my dad and who could consider a sit-down with his dad. Thinking about how he handled the burgeoning relationships with his sisters with such natural care. About how he had the strength, compassion and love to act like his mom was any normal mom, when she tragically was not. About how he treated his non-blood-but-still-bonded brothers and how he was great with my non-blood-but-still-bonded sisters.

Last, I thought about how he was so incredibly beautiful to me. How he was the key to unlock the door I would walk through to leave the angst and self-doubt behind and be safe to be just me.

So of course I blurted, “I stopped falling for you a while ago, Javier Montoya. It’s official. I’m in love with you.”

When I said these words, his face changed.

His demeanor changed.

Our positions changed.

And approximately five seconds later, my hands held over my head in both of his, the flirty skirt of my cutesy dress bunched at my waist, my panties definitely a write off since Javi ripped them off me (literally) and Javi’s jeans pulled over his ass, he was fucking me hard when he demanded, “Again.”

“I’m in love with you,” I panted.

Javi fucked me harder.

God!

I came with a loud cry of his name.

Javi came with a long groan.

It was after, when he was still hard inside me, my breath had not regulated, neither had his, with his lips against the skin of my neck, he said, “I love you too, lil’ mama.”

My eyes fell closed as that washed over me.

So, you see, in the end, I got my Rock Chick story, it was just that it was an Avenging Angels story.

And like all the rest of them, it was epic.

The final tidbits:

Javi and I were planning a vacation to Nicaragua so he could finally meet his grandparents.

Joey and Gemma were in their units, their moves helped by the Angels and the Hottie Squad.

The only big news was, since NI&S was going great guns in Phoenix, the Hottie Squad had two new Hotties.

One was named Shaw Drake, the other Landon Cage, and they were both former-military buds of Cap and Knox.

And yes, they too put the hot in hottie.

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