Page 63 of Blackbeard
Diego is head over heels in love with you. Everyone can see it.
Then hesmiled.
And my stomach plummeted to my toes.
I didn’t want to do this anymore. I didn’t want to be the woman who would decimate Blackbeard after prying open the steel walls around his heart.
He came to stand behind me, sliding his arms around my waist. When he pulled me back against his chest, it wasso easyto lean into him. To savor the warmth and strength of his chest against my back.
After everything Blackbeard had been through, he remained a pillar of strength that his family and his club could depend on. They put their faith and trust in him without wavering, without doubt, because he would always be there for him. Even when his heart was breaking. Even when the woman he loved had left him to marry someone else.
A knowing look gleamed in Abuela’s eyes.
“I’d better get back to the kitchen. Dinner is almost ready and my son-in-law has a habit of eating all the tamales I make before anyone else gets a taste, so I’d better keep an eye on him and beat him back with my spatula again.”
Abuela was barely out of sight when Blackbeard took my hand and led me down the hall, onto a secluded balcony. The late May air was pleasantly warm and the sunlight was fading, luminous and golden.
Blackbeard pinned me between the railing and his body, plucking at the bow on my shoulder until the strap fell away.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, glancing past him. “There are at least fifty people in this house. Privacy does not exist—”
I broke off with a gasp as Blackbeard slipped his hand under my dress, grazing his knuckles up my inner thigh. He thumbed at my clit over the fabric of my thong.
He hummed with triumph and, using his teeth, untied the bow on my other shoulder with a tug. Now, I was strapless, and if I didn’t clutch the front of my dress to my chest, it would have tumbled down to my waist, exposing my breasts.
That’s why I picked this dress in the first place.
But I needed more time to recover after my conversation with Abuela. It was hard to think of Blackbeard as my enemy now that I’d seen the pictures and heard the stories about his childhood, his heartbreak, his shattered dreams, and the biker life that had claimed him instead of the doctor he had hoped to be.
I did my research beforehand. I knew what I was getting into.
Blackbeard grasped my wrists lightly and moved my hands away, letting the dress fall. He cupped my breasts in his callused palms, circling his thumbs over my nipples and giving them a pinch with a zing of sweet pain.
I bit my lip as a hot jolt of need bloomed between my thighs.
Not fair, not fair, not fair.
“Your timing is terrible,” I hissed, arching into his touch. “We’ve been sleeping together in the same bed for almost a week and you never touched me once. Butnowyou’re in the mood.”
He chuckled, pressing his lips to the curve of my neck.
I’d been waiting for this. His defenses were down. Spending time around his family had encouraged him to set aside the armor of responsibility he wore around his club. Here on this balcony, he wasn’t the Vice President of the Blackjacks.
He was simply a husband in love with his wife.
Then Blackbeard dropped to his knees and I lost all hope of regaining the distance I needed.
He gazed up at me with his gloriously dark eyes and skimmed his hands up my thighs. Underneath the hem of my dress. Curled his fingers into my thong and tugged it down my legs.
Just as he flipped the skirt up and dragged his tongue along my pussy in a deliriously hot stripe, children’s voices echoed from the house.
“Tío Diego! Donde estas? Come play with us!”
I swore under my breath and grabbed my dress, fumbling at the straps to tie it in place again.
Blackbeard growled with frustration and rose to his feet, smoothing my skirt down. I didn’t miss the way he bundled my panties and tucked them into his pocket. Cupping my hips, he leaned in, pressing a long, deep kiss to my mouth.
“We’ll finish this conversation when we get home, princess,” he rasped.
