The woman has a hawk eye for keeping up with where they are at all times.
Isaac takes my hand and leads me from the clubhouse. Earlier after they finished church, I’d felt a pang of jealousy as that woman touched him intimately. I wanted to say something but it’s not my place. A woman as beautiful as she is, I wouldn’t have blamed him for wanting to take her and be with her. I’m not his, even if he claims so. Soon as this is over, I’ll have to leave, and it sucks to think I won’t be around Lincoln, but I don’t want to be in anyone’s way.
I follow Isaac out of the clubhouse and to his truck. Due to having Lincoln and me with him, Isaac has had to drive his truck rather than ride his bike. This is another reason I should leave soon as possible. He’ll have the freedom even with Lincoln to ride out when he wanted, he just needs one of the ol’ ladies to help him out.
No puedo hacer esto. Duele pensar en dejar el amor de mi vida.
I love this man and my heart bleeds at the thought of finally being in his arms only to have to leave him. I wish I could have a different life. One where I was with him and we didn’t have a past between us like we do.
No matter what he says Emilia will always be between us. She got to him first. To her he’s a prize and she’s not going to share. Doesn’t matter what he says.
Isaac helps me into the passenger seat, his fingers brush my waist sending tendrils of pleasure throughout my body. Stepping back, he closes my door and rounds the front of the truck and hops in. Instead of him starting the engine, and putting the truck in gear, he starts her up and turns his attention to me. Reaching out he cups the back of my head and pulls me to him.
Our mouths connect causing an instant flame of need to boil deep within.
His tongue slides in through my lips and dances with mine as he deepens the kiss even more. My thighs tighten and I’m dying for him to touch me in other places.
I whimper in protest when Isaac breaks the kiss and pulls back. “When we get home, Sweetness, we’re gonna order food, hang out in the living room for a bit, then we’re going to the bedroom and I wanna hear you scream my name as loud as you can.”
Yeah, um, I can definitely be down for that. As fear and doubts try to push their way to the forefront of my mind, I do my best to block them. I can give myself these moments. If not for any other reason but to have them when I need them most after I’m gone.
Righting himself, Isaac puts the truck in gear and darts out of the parking area heading in the direction of his home.
It doesn’t take long for Isaac to get to the house. Not when he’s sped most of the way. Pulling into the driveway, he parks and shuts the engine off.
Isaac gets out and before I have my door open, he’s there throwing the door open and yanking me out of the passenger seat and hauling me up over his shoulder.
“I’ve changed my mind, Sweetness, we’re gonna fuck first,” he declares, swatting his hand across my ass.
“Isaac,” I yell, trying to push myself up, so my head isn’t staring at his back. “Put me down.” The words might have come from my lips but my body felt the excitement and thrill of him holding me in such a possessive demonstration.
Who am I kidding? Isaac could be simply holding my hand and I’d feel a thrill of excitement by the simple touch. I need more of him and I can’t wait.
Inside the house, Isaac kicks the door shut behind us and stalks down the hallway leading to his room. Soon as the light flicks on and the door closes, he crosses the room and throws me onto the bed. I land with a bounce and woof.
I don’t get the chance to attempt to move before Isaac is on the move. His hands remove my jeans and the hoodie with quick ease.
“I can’t wait any longer to be inside you. Doesn’t matter if it’s only been a handful of hours. My dick is throbbing for your pussy,” Isaac says, his breath tickling my skin as he climbs up over me, pressing kisses along my body.
Oh that feels amazing. His fingers slide through my wetness and my body jumps like it’s been shocked by an electric volt.
“Isaac,” I say breathlessly my body humming for him to take me. To make me his.
“You my woman, Amaya?” he asks, centering himself between my thighs. His face directly in front of mine. The tip of him sits right at my entrance and I lift my hips with a wiggle only for him to foil my plan of not answering him. “Answer me, Sweetness,” he commands firmly.
God, I answer him and it’s all over for me. When it’s time for me to leave or when he decides he’s done with me, I’ll be more than broken, with me admitting it out loud to him and myself, it will shatter me.
“Amaya, I see your brain working,” he growls. Slowly inch by inch he slides in until he’s fully seated inside me but that’s all he does. Connect us to one another. “Let me make myself clear and I swear to fuckin’ God this is
