“Those tears, Amaya. They better be happy ones and not sad,” I mutter, thrusting even slower inside her.
“They are,” she nods slightly, then shocks the hell out of me by doing one thing that sends me over the edge. “Tu mi corazón mi alma todo.” I might not know what she said but I get the gist of it from the adoration shimmering in her gaze.
Tightening my hands at her waist, I quicken my pace and fuck her with a need like no other. I chase my orgasm and bring her to hers. Amaya cries out my name at the same time I groan hers.
Fuck me if this isn’t the best feeling I’ve ever felt.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Amaya
My emotions are sweeping me off my feet. This morning with Isaac in front of the mirror changed things for me. I admitted to him what I felt and he made sure I knew where I stood with him.
Isaac then suggested we go in the living room and watch a movie. He declared the two of us were having a day of just lounging around the house. Although I get the inkling idea that something’s up, I don’t question it. In all honesty, I’m happy with this little bubble we’re in right now and I don’t want it to pop.
We’ve been watching the Fast and the Furious movies and were on to the one where they go to Brazil when Isaac’s phone chirps from its spot on the coffee table. I lift my head up off his chest as he reaches out for it.
“I gotta check this, Sweetness,” he mutters and snags it up into his hand to see the screen.
“Okay.” I nod and try to sit up to give him space. Isaac doesn’t allow this, instead he pulls me back into where I’d been lying in the curve of his arm with my head resting in the center of his chest. I could hear his heart beating. The sound was soothing and if I let it, it would easily lull me to sleep.
“Want you right here, Amaya,” he declares as he answers the phone and puts it to his ear. “Yeah,” he states, sounding alert. I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end but whatever it is isn’t good considering the way his body tightens. “Alright, you get here. We’ll be ready.”
Ready for what?
Isaac hangs up and tosses the phone on the coffee table. “Sweetness, need you to go get some clothes on,” he mutters.
“What’s going on?” I ask as I sit up.
“Shit’s about to go down and I need you to help me out by not questioning me about what’s about to happen and trust me. Also, want you dressed so none of my brothers see what’s mine,” Isaac states.
“Um, okay,” I murmur and head into the bedroom to get dressed. Isaac follows after me a minute later and pulls on a t-shirt and does up the button of his jeans.
I grab a pair of leggings out of my bag and a long sleeve t-shirt.
“Amaya, need you to know right now what’s about to go down is a good thing. Don’t let it fuck with your head,” he says, and I nod my head, unsure of what he’s talking about. “Remember, you’re mine and I won’t let you go.”
Again, I nod at his words. This time I close my eyes and let the words soak in.
“What’s about to happen?” I utter the question.
“Yesterday in church we put a plan together in order to put a stop to Emilia. She’s not only killed men I worked with, that I saw as brothers, but she’s working under those men as one of their minions and has their backing to keep her from getting into any trouble.” My stomach tightens at his announcement. “Amaya, we sent her a message with an anonymous tip letting her know the two of us were together. She’s coming for us. I hate I’m putting you in the midst of it but now we know it’s her we’ve got a plan it’s a matter of taking her out.”
“You’re gonna kill her?” My eyes widen at the thought. Yeah, I’d like to do it but I know I would never be able to. She’s Emilia. Even if she’s homicidal.
“No, Sweetness, I’m not gonna kill her. If we can, we’re gonna knock her ass out and get her transported to a place she’ll never see the light of day,” he mutters at the same time the front door opens and someone yells out. “The only thing though is we don’t know if she has anyone with her.” Isaac continues ignoring whoever just came in the house.
I lick my lips nervously and nod. I don’t need to ask any more questions. This is who Isaac is and who he’s always been even four years ago. I saw it in him then, though never this close up, that he would and will do anything he needed to protect those he cared for.
Isaac pulls me tight into his chest and holds me to him. “This is all gonna be over soon. I promise,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I whisper into his chest.
“Come on, let’s get back to the living room. That was K-9 who called out when he came in,” he states, informing me he knew who’d come in.
“K-9?” Who would have a name like that?
“You didn’t think I’d leave all the action to you and Whip, did you?” The one I assume is K-9 chuckles.
“Fucker,” Isaac mutters and releases my hand as he steps forward and the two of them hug each other with one arm around the back.
Stepping back, Isaac comes back to me and pulls me into his side. “Amaya, this is K-9, Red, Burner, and Hades.”
“Um, hi,” I whisper, lowering my gaze to the floor nervous about meeting these men. Over the past week, I’ve gotten used to the men who are at Isaac’s clubhouse, but I still keep myself secluded as much
