Rock Chick 02 Rescue (28 page)

The dimple came out and one of his hands dipped down and went under my t-shirt, making a bee-line for my breast while he said, “
Chiquita
, I won’t have to make you.” He cupped my breast and my lips parted when his warm hand held its weight.

Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

“I real y don’t like you,” I told him.

“Cal your Mom,” he said, his hand leaving my breast and trailing down my side to my back.

I cal ed Trixie and shoved the entire bottom of the muffin in my mouth. Eddie didn’t let me go but I heard him chuckle.

I continued with The Glare. It might not work but it made me feel better.

“Hel o?” Trixie answered.

“Trixie?” I said through a mouth of muffin.

“Jet? Is that you?”

I swal owed, painful y.

“Yeah, how’s everything?”

“Groovy tunes. Your Mom and I just got back from IHOP

and we’re thinking about hitting Target. You need anything?”

I tried to think of a list of things I needed. Not one thing came to mind.

“No,” I replied, dejected.

“You home?” Trixie asked.

I looked at Eddie. He was watching my mouth move.

“I’m with Eddie.”

“Good. Have a
great
day. We’l see you at 5:30.”

“Right,” I said. “Can I talk to Mom?” But she’d already disconnected.

Damn!

Everyone was conspiring against me.

I flipped the phone shut. It rang again immediately but Eddie plucked it out of my hand.

“Stop doing that,” I snapped.

He tossed it in my purse and then turned me so my back was to the door and started walking forward, forcing me to walk back.

“They’l leave a message,” he said. One of his hands was stil up my shirt, his other hand went low and up the shirt as wel . They met, then separated, one going up my back, the other one cupping my behind. The whole time, he walked me backwards.

His mouth came to mine and he brushed his lips there and then they trailed down my neck, we cleared the kitchen door and he was moving toward the bedroom.

I thought wildly of how to delay.

“I’ve decided what I want to say,” I announced, even though I hadn’t, but if he stopped, I’d wing it.

“Later,” he said against my neck, his hand on my bottom coming up and then dipping in my undies, to cup me skin to skin.

It felt good.

Jet, focus,
I told myself.

“It’s important,” I said out loud.

He pushed me into the hal , his mouth coming to mine.

“
This
is important, that’l wait until later,” he said against my mouth and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

Next thing I knew, my nipples were tingling, my doo-da was quivering, I was kissing him back and my legs hit the bed.

The minute they did, he stopped and his hands swept away the t-shirt and he tossed it aside.

“Eddie…” I was half in a daze, half in denial.

He pushed me back a bit and looked down at me.

“I haven’t even seen you properly,
Cariña
,” he muttered.

He took a long look and then his hands went to the middle of my back and gently pushed up, arching it. He was murmuring in Spanish and I was thinking my last thoughts of escape before his head bent and his mouth found my nipple.

“Yes,” I whispered, my mouth not control ed by my brain.

His mouth moved on me and I lost al thoughts of escape. Instead, I pul ed his t-shirt free of his jeans and slid my hands under it, taking a moment to explore the muscles and skin on his back as his mouth moved to my other breast.

Then I was done with exploring his back and even though it dislodged his head, I pul ed the tee up, he came up with it and I yanked it free. His mouth came down on mine but it was me who kissed him and that was, wel … that.

It al went total y out of control; mouths, hands and tongues, everywhere. Eventual y I managed to undo three of the buttons on his jeans, then gave up with impatience and slid my hand down his crotch outside the jeans. Feeling him rock hard, I decided I wasn’t happy with the jeans in my way so I went inside the jeans and wrapped my hand around so I went inside the jeans and wrapped my hand around him.

He was going commando.

Um…
yum
.

He growled into my mouth, his hand went around my wrist and pul ed it away. I made a sound of protest that was lost when he pushed me back. I fel onto the bed and started to come up but instead, watched him flip off his shoes and pul down his jeans. I had the barest second to catch a glimpse of him, and, in that second, feel a hint of panic at his size. Then he reached forward and tore my panties down my legs, tossing them aside.

I was so stunned and turned on, al thoughts of his size flew out of my head.

He put a knee to the bed, spread my legs and moved over me, his warm body settling on me, pressing against me,
everywhere
.

“Please tel me you’re on the pil ,” he muttered in my ear.

I suffered terrible cramps and hemorrhaging during my periods, I’d been on the pil since I was seventeen to control it.

Of course, I didn’t tel him this.

“I’m on the pil ,” I said.

Immediately, he slid inside me.

His mouth had moved and was against mine and, the minute he moved inside me, mine opened in a silent groan.

He was big, he fil ed me deep and it felt beautiful.

He moved, not slow, not gentle, not leading into anything and not messing around.

It was fast, it was hard and it was rough.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms under his pits, hands holding onto his shoulders. I just managed to whisper the word “harder” into his ear before it overwhelmed me and I came.

Not quiet, not delicate, but a ful -on, neck arching, limbs tensing, “ohmigod-ohmigod” moaning orgasm.

* * * * *

It was wel after, heart rates and breathing had slowed and we were front-to-front. Eddie had hooked my knee around his hip and tucked my face in his throat.

Normal y, I would have been in a freak out both at being naked next to a naked Eddie after just having sex
and
him cal ing me on my earlier lie. But I’d come too hard, his solid body felt too good, he smel ed great and I was just too tired of worrying about it al .

“I forget,” I lied.

He was stroking a hand along my spine and he stopped, lifted his head and, in my ear, he whispered, “Mi
pequeña
mentirosa
.”

My head came up and nearly hit his. I pul ed out The Glare, which was getting a lot of use that day, and snapped,

“I’m not a liar.”

He grinned at me, eyes warm and satisfied and looking at them made my bel y feel funnier than ever, but in a good way.

“Yes you are,” he said, cupping the back of my head and pressing it into his throat again. “You have no idea what you pressing it into his throat again. “You have no idea what you want to say.”

“Do too,” I grumbled against his throat.

“Then say it.”

Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

“Wel …” I drew the word out long until I felt his body shake and I had the feeling he was laughing.

My head came back up.

“Are you laughing?”

He wasn’t only laughing, he was smiling, white teeth, dark skin, dimple and al .

“
Chiquita
, you’re adorable.”

“I’m
not
adorable,” I snapped.

He shook his head and rol ed over, taking me with him so I was on top. I pul ed up with my forearms on either side of him.

“You are,” he said when I was looking down on him.

“You’re the only woman I know who can come that hard and start arguing five minutes later.”

“I didn’t come ‘that hard’,” I lied.

His face changed, the satisfaction deepened and I held my breath.

“You did. I watched.”

Wonderful.

“Okay. You want to know what I have to say?” I asked, deciding I’d
much
rather be on this subject than on the subject of how hard I climaxed.

His brows went up, “You remember?”

My eyes narrowed, “Don’t be a jerk.”

He rol ed again, this time, me on my back, Eddie up on his forearm, half his body on mine.

“Okay,
Chiquita
, I’m listening.”

And he was.

Shit
and
damn.

I looked at the ceiling.

“Fine, then. You and me. We’re not going to work.” He didn’t say anything so I looked at him.

He was watching me, his eyes hard to read. I just stared at him.

Then he spoke.

“That’s it?”

I nodded.

“That’s it.”

“Let me get this straight.” He didn’t move, just watched me, “You’re lyin’ naked in my bed and you’re breaking up with me?”

I didn’t know there was something to break but I nodded anyway.

“Why?”

I was afraid he’d ask that. Mainly because I didn’t have an answer, at least not one that I’d share with him or even one I ful y understood myself anymore.

In the end, I did the only thing I could think to do, I grasped at straws.

“I know you have a thing for Indy.”

Um….

Uh-oh.

I should have left it where it was.

His face wasn’t hard to read anymore, at al . His eyes were glittery and his jaw was clenched. He said some stuff in Spanish then reverted to English.

“You’re a piece of work. You’l say anything to protect yourself even when you don’t know what you’re protectin’

yourself from.”

“So, you’re saying you don’t have a thing for Indy?” There was another jaw clench but he spoke through it and through his teeth too.

“No, I’m not sayin’ that. What I’m sayin’ is, what I felt for Indy disappeared the minute you dropped those fuckin’

cups.”

My mouth fel open and I stared.

“It was obvious to everyone who watched our idiot dance. The only one it wasn’t obvious to was
you
.” I didn’t have anything to say to that because he was right, it
wasn’t
obvious to me. In fact, it was news to me, news I didn’t know how to cope with.

“Christ!” He tore his hand through his hair and then fel to his back. “I even know you’re worth it and I’m wondering if you’re worth it,” he muttered and it was his turn to address the ceiling.

I lay there a moment and then, mindlessly, I got up and grabbed the t-shirt I slept in. I didn’t know where to go from there. I pul ed it over my head and just got my arms through when I was tagged around the waist and pul ed back into bed.

“What are you doin’?” he asked, again looming over me with me on my back.

“Getting up.”

“Why?”

I blinked. “You’re angry at me. I thought I’d go.” His eyes narrowed.

“Is this your new tactic, piss me off and I’l let you go?” It wasn’t, but it was a good tactic. I wished I’d thought of it. It was kind of the essence of the Bitch Strategy, but that was more to make him think I wasn’t worth the effort. Now that he thought he knew I was and he knew I couldn’t hold onto the Bitch Strategy for more than an hour and a half, I was looking for new ways to go.

He watched my face move with my thoughts and then he rol ed over me. His hands went in the shirt and swept it off faster than it took me to put it on. He arched up and tossed it, far, far away from the bed. Definitely not in arms reach.

Then he came back to me, opened my legs and pul ed them around his back.

Dear Lord.

“Eddie,” I said.

“I thought I wanted to hear what you had to say, but I prefer you bein’ secretive. Your friends and family wil tel me al I need to know and it’l be the truth.”

“Eddie,” I tried again.

“
Chiquita
, you come complete with bad guys after you with guns and knives, an asshole father that takes you for a ride and puts you in harm’s way, a Mom you have to take care of a lot less than you think you do and a sense of self preservation that’s nearly impenetrable—”

“Eddie,” I tried to interrupt him but he was on a rol .

“You also have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen and you’re the sweetest piece of ass I’ve ever had. I don’t know if that balances out, but right now, I don’t give a shit.
You
aren’t goin’
anywhere
.”

“Eddie!” I yel ed.

“What?” he yel ed back.

“Okay! I’l stay, we’l see how it works out.” The minute the words left my mouth, my eyes grew huge.

What was I thinking? Had I lost my mind?

No.

No, no, no.

I had to find a way to go back.

He watched my face again and shook his head.

“Un-unh,
Cariña
, no retreat. You’re mine.” Then, he kissed me, his tongue slid inside my mouth at the same time he slid inside of me.

He started moving, his mouth went to my ear and into his I said, “I can’t do this, Eddie. I have things to do, I have to find another job… I have to…”

“Jet. Quiet.” he said, moving inside me, “We’l figure it out.”

My arms went around him and my hips started moving with his.

“You don’t understand,” I whispered.

“We’l figure it out,” he repeated.

“I can’t ask you to…” I started to say but his hand went between our bodies, his fingers pressed against me and my mouth stayed open but no sounds came out as electricity shot through me.

His mouth came to mine and against it he said, “We’l figure it out.”

“Isn’t
this
exciting?”

Ada was sitting between Eddie and me in the truck and we were on the way to Blanca’s. Mom and Trixie were fol owing, it was easier for Mom to get in and out of Trixie’s car and her wheelchair was already safe in the trunk. Ada wanted to ride in the “fancy truck” and no one had the heart to refuse her. It took us three goes to shove her bony behind into the cab but we got her in and we al headed out.