Page 79 of Sangre
Chapter Eighteen
“You’re in anotherrelationship,” Army said, sitting down beside Sangre at the bar. “You always get that stupid look on your face in the beginning.”
“Not in the mood, dude. Fuck off.” Sangre turned away from him.
“Again, so soon? Man, you are a glutton for punishment,” Crow added as he elbowed Army, who sniggered.
“Chains,” Sangre called out, ignoring Army and Crow.
“Yo,” Chains replied sauntering over.
“You got the real estate info?” Sangre asked.
“Yup. I got it in my room. Are you gonna be around for a while?”
“Nah. I’m going over to my parents’ for dinner. I can get it from you in the morning.”
“Are you staying the night at yourmommyanddaddy’s?” Army said in a little boy’s voice.
Sangre stood up and faced him. “I’ve had enough of your shit. You’re fuckin’ sick in the damn brain, dude. You should ask Breanna to recommend a good shrink. I’m trying to talk club business here, so either shut the fuck up, or I can do it for you.”
“He’s just joking around with you,” Crow said.
“I’m not in a joking mood.”
“I don’t know what the fuck’s your problem. You think it’s funny when we all rib the other guys about chicks. You never had a problem before when we’d tease you about any of the women you went out with. What gives?” Army popped some peanuts in his mouth.
“Just not up for it today. I don’t need to explain anything more to you.”
“He’s got a point. Some days you just want to smash anyone who even looks at you,” Crow said. “Let’s back off, dude.”
Army shrugged and turned his attention to the big screen television. “Fuck, yeah! This dude is a major power puncher.”
Sangre glanced at the TV and saw Anthony Joshua holding up his arms in the air while his opponent rolled on the boxing rink’s floor. “I’ll meet you in your room around noon to get the info,” he said, turning back to Chains. He guzzled the rest of his beer and went up to his bedroom to freshen up before he picked up Isla.
Isla.Everything about her enthralled him. He’d finally stopped fighting his attraction and his feelings for her. For a long time, one side of his brain battled the other, and his heart battled them both in turn. He kept pretending that he didn’t care, that they were just friends, that it was only lust, but after the last few days he’d spent with her, he knew that hedidcare for her in ways he never had for any other woman. Lust was there, of course, but it was more than that. The night before, he’d just held her close to him because she was so exhausted from recording. Just lying there and holding her had been more intimate than all the times he’d fucked his ex-girlfriends. Being with Isla showed him what he’d been missing all these years.
As he splashed on some cologne, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen when Isla went back to LA. He didn’t like the idea that the asshole she used to date was still around, but he’d watched her with Benz before anything even happened between him and Isla, and she hadn’t acted all that interested in the dude inthatway.
Grabbing his keys from the dresser, he locked his door and went to the parking lot via the backyard. The last thing he wanted to hear was Army’s smart-assed remarks on how he smelled, which would definitely encourage the rest of the brothers to join in on the ribbing.
In less than twenty minutes he was in front of Isla’s house, having just told Mark that he was taking over. The two girls from next door waved at him and he nodded back. Their mother—What the hell was her name again?—yelled out a cheerful, “Hello,” as he walked up the porch steps. Isla answered the door before he rang the bell, and she looked sexy as hell in her floral sundress and strappy sandals. He went in and snagged her around the waist, wrapping her long hair in his hands then yanking it hard before he claimed her mouth. Her lips were pillow soft and full, and he took the bottom one between his teeth and sucked it while he pressed close to her, wanting her to feel his bulge.
“See what you do to me, babe?” he mumbled, smothered against her mouth.
“You do a lot to me too,” she said as her hands slipped under his muscle shirt, sliding along his taut ribcage to his back, her fingernails leaving marks on his skin.
“Oh yeah?” He glided his hand up her thigh underneath the short dress, twisting it between her legs until he cupped her mound. “Wet,” he said, slipping a finger inside her. His mouth covered hers as he rubbed her knotted nub.
She groaned and arched her body toward him, and he swallowed all of her moans as their mouths pressed together fiercely, their tongues tangling as fire shot through him.
“So fuckin’ wet, baby,” he whispered as his hand molded over one of her breasts through the soft fabric. Dipping his head, he pulled her hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked it through the material.
“Sangre,” she breathed as she clawed at his neck and pulled his hair. “Oh shit!” She shuddered as she fell against him, clinging to him.
He turned her around, and she automatically bent at the waist, put her hands against the ivory white wall, and spread her legs. He jerked up the dress to her waist and groaned when she moved her legs farther apart.
“You’re so sexy and beautiful,” he said raggedly. His black jeans pooled around the tops of his boots, and he sank his finger deep inside her. She bucked and pushed back, her ass rubbing against his stiff dick. He reached under the dress, his free hand skimming over her belly up to her tits. His fingers found her hard nipple straining against her bra, and he seized it and twisted it at the same time he spread her pussy lips with his free hand and plunged into her. The way her firm ass hit against him as she met his hard thrusts, and the noises she made while he fucked her, drove him over the edge, and he exploded, filling her with his warm seed.
