Page 93 of Sangre
“There’s no reason to. I’m telling you to back the fuck off.”
“Chill, dude,” Crow said as he followed them to the buffet table.
“Don’t you start.” Sangre picked up a dish.
“We’re just ribbing you because it’s so fuckin’ obvious that you’re more than friends with her,” Crow replied.
“So the fuck what? How’s this any brother’s damn business?” He placed a cheese enchilada on the plate.
Army busted out loud. “Fuck! This isn’t a friends with benefits, you’re hooked on this chick.”
The dish broke in several pieces when it hit the concrete as Sangre’s fists sunk into Army’s gut. Crow intervened and Sangre drove a fist hard into his jaw; pain screamed through his hand. Crow punched back, and from his peripheral vision, he saw Army coming for him. Sangre catapulted, putting Army beneath him, hitting him in the face.
“I told you to back the fuck off,” he said between short breaths.
Soon a circled formed around the fighting men. Crow had come up from the side and pulled Sangre off Army. Crow then swung a punch at him, but he deflected it, grabbed Crow’s arm and flipped him on his back.
Strong hands yanked Sangre back and he cursed and yelled.
“That’s enough, bro.” Diablo’s terse voice washed over him.
Crow jumped up, wiped the trickle of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, and took a beer Lucy handed him. “Fuckin’ good move, dude,” he said, tipping the bottle in Sangre’s direction.
Cleaning off the dirt from his jeans, Army looked at Sangre. “You’re hopeless. You’re so fuckin’ hooked, bro.” He guffawed and went over to the buffet table and grabbed a plate. “Your woman said a cheese enchilada, right?”
Every muscle in Sangre’s body was tight.I lost my fuckin’ cool over a woman. Over Isla. And in front of all the brothers.He gave a slight nod and took the ice pack Kelly handed him.
“You don’t wanna have that swell up,” she said, her hand lingering a little too long on his.
“Thanks.” He put it against his jaw and narrowed his eyes when Army came over to him with the plate for Isla. He spun around and stomped back to the table.
“What the hell happened to you?” she asked when he sat down. “Were you involved in that ruckus?”
“Here.” He pushed the dish toward her. “I had to set some things straight with a couple of the guys.”
Shaking her head, she picked up her fork. “It’s unbelievable how testosterone-driven your club is.” She took a bite of her food.
“I don’t take shit from anyone.” He watched her wiggle in her seat and a jolt of heat went through his body.I’m so outta control when it comes to her.
“This is so good,” she said, taking another bite.
He swept the hair back from her neck. “You’re fuckin’ turning me on, babe.”
Her eyes widened. “Just by eating?”
She knowsexactlywhat she’s doing.“I can think of something I’d like to be eating.” Slipping his hand under her skirt, he caressed the skin of her inner thighs. “So soft,” he whispered against her ear before pulling her earlobe between his teeth, sucking it gently. A low moan escaped from her parted lips and went straight to his dick. Then his fingers grazed at the edge of her panties, and she squirmed.
“What’re you doing?” She glanced up from under her lashes, her lips curving into a sexy smile.
Staring at her glossy lips, desire burned through his veins, and he lowered his gaze to the swell of her tits. “Nothing.” Burying his face in her neck, he left a trail of tiny kisses there down to the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat as her soft moans egged him on. His finger slipped under her panties and skimmed over her slick folds before pushing inside her.
“Fuck,” she murmured, parting her legs a bit.
“That’s a good girl,” he said in a low voice as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her.
She gasped. “There’re so many people here,” she rasped as she opened her legs wider.
“Do you want me to stop?” He kept pushing in and out. She shook her head and he smiled then thrust in and out of her with speed again and again until her face muscles tightened and her eyes closed.
