Page 26 of Sins & Paradise

I glare at Lobo, my jaw clenched tight. How dare he threaten to manhandle me like some caveman! But as I open my mouth to argue, I catch sight of the concerned faces of the other RBMCmembers scattered around the ruined bakery. They're trying to appear busy sorting through the debris, but I can feel their eyes on us, watching and waiting to see what I'll do.

Lobo's right - making a scene here won't help anything. And deep down, I know he has my best interests at heart, even if his methods leave something to be desired. With an exasperated huff, I drop the shovel and bucket back into the rubble with a clatter.

"Fine," I bite out through gritted teeth. "Let's go then."

I stalk past Lobo without another word, heading in the direction of the RBMC clubhouse a few blocks away. Behind me, I can hear him exchanging a few quiet words with Vado before his heavy footsteps follow after me.

We walk in tense silence through the narrow dirt streets of the village. The sun beats down relentlessly, sweat beading on my brow. I barely notice the vibrant crimson and gold flowers spilling from window boxes or the intricate mosaic tiles adorning doorways that I usually admire. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Miguel, of the bakery, of how utterly powerless I feel.

By the time we reach the old converted warehouse that serves as the RBMC's clubhouse, my anger has reached a boiling point. Lobo ushers me inside and down the dimly lit hallway to his private room. The moment the heavy wooden door closes behind us, I whirl on him.

"I can't believe you just dragged me away like that!" I shout, not caring who might overhear. "They were there for me, Lobo! It was my fault. My responsibility! You had no right-"

"I had every right!" he roars back, startling me. Lobo rarely raises his voice at me. "You're my old lady, Angela. Mine to protect. And I'll be damned if I let you put yourself in danger over some fucking building!"

"It's more than a building!" I retort hotly, getting in his face. "It was someplace special to all the townsfolk and its’ all gone. Because of me. Because of my psychotic ex who can't let me go. I needed to do something, to help, to not feel so goddamn useless and helpless!"

"You're not useless or helpless," Lobo says sharply. He grips my shoulders, his dark eyes intense as they bore into mine. "You're the strongest woman I know, Angela. But even the strongest people need help sometimes. Protection. Let me and the club give you that, querida. Please.”

His words, his pleading tone, sap some of the fight from me. I sag against him, burying my face in his chest as the tears I've been holding back break free. Lobo's strong arms wrap around me, holding me tight.

I know there’s no winning this one and I’m not even going to try. I’m more intrigued by the fact that he just called me his old lady. I’m not caught up in all the biker vernacular but I think he just told me that I was his woman, exclusively. After everythingthat’s gone on with me. I thought I’d be more skittish when it comes to this but I’m not.

In fact I find that I want this. I want him.

I pull back from Lobo's embrace just enough to look up and meet his intense gaze. My hands slide up his chest to grip the leather of his cut. "What did you call me just now?" I ask softly.

Lobo's brow furrows in confusion for a moment before understanding dawns. "My old lady," he repeats, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "I know we haven't made anything official, haven't put a label on this thing between us, but..." He trails off, uncharacteristically uncertain.

I don't let him finish. Rising up on my toes, I press my lips to his in a searing kiss. Lobo responds instantly, one hand cupping the back of my neck while the other splays across my lower back, crushing me against him.

The kiss quickly turns heated, desperate. All the fear and anger and adrenaline from earlier morphs into a different kind of intensity. I nip at Lobo's bottom lip and he groans, walking me backwards until my shoulders hit the wall. His knee nudges between my thighs and I grind down against him shamelessly, needing more contact, more friction.

"Angela," Lobo pants against my mouth. "We don't have to do this, not now. You've been through hell today."

"I want to," I interrupt him, my fingers already working at his belt buckle. "I need you, Lobo. I need to feel something good after all the awful. Please." So much for staying away from sins. I’m praying the lord will forgive me for what I’m about to do or at least he’ll close his eyes while we do it.

That's all the encouragement he needs. Lobo claims my mouth again in a bruising kiss as he tears at my clothes. Buttons fly everywhere but I could care less. Within moments, we're both naked, hands roaming and touching every inch of newly bared skin.

Lobo lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me the few steps to the bed, laying me down on the mattress and following me down, blanketing my body with his larger one.

"Mi reina," he murmurs reverently, trailing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. "I've got you, I'm here."

I lose myself in Lobo's touch, in the heat of his skin against mine, the solid weight of him pressing me into the bed. He maps my body with hands and mouth, igniting flames everywhere he touches. By the time his head dips between my thighs, I'm already panting and writhing beneath him.

Lobo teases me with long, slow licks through my folds before focusing on my clit. He alternates between broad swipes of his tongue and more targeted flicks and sucks that have me seeingstars. Two thick fingers slide inside me, curling in a come hither motion that hits a spot I didn't even know existed.

The dual sensations are too much. I shatter with a hoarse cry, my back bowing off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me. Lobo works me through it, his fingers and tongue unrelenting until I'm limp and trembling. This is nothing like what happened with Miguel. I wait for the pain but it never happens. Lobo makes sure I’m taken care of. It’s a world of difference from the selfish asshole Miguel.

Lobo kisses back up my body, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts before claiming my mouth once more. I can taste myself on his tongue and it only reignites my desire. Reaching between us, I take his hard length in hand, stroking him root to tip.

Lobo groans into the kiss, his hips jerking forward instinctively. "Angela," he rasps. "I need to be inside you. Now."

"Yes," I breathe, hooking a leg over his hip. "Please, Lobo."

With one swift thrust, he sheaths himself fully inside my welcoming heat. We both moan at the exquisite feeling of connection, of completion. For a moment, we stay just like that, foreheads pressed together, him in awe of what we’re doing and me surprised at how different this experience is. Now I know why everyone is so sexcrazed. If it always feels like this then I wouldn’t mind doing this every day..

Then Lobo starts to move and coherent thought flees. He sets a hard, driving pace, snapping his hips against mine. I meet himthrust for thrust, nails digging into his shoulders, heels pressing into his backside to take him impossibly deeper.