Packing Heat(29)

We stopped in the foyer of her building. She turned to me, a strange look on her face. “You should come upstairs,” she said. “I should make sure you’re okay.”

“Fine,” I said, “but I’m okay.”

“Let me make sure.”

I smirked at her and nodded.

I knew what she really wanted. I could see it in her eyes.

She was starting to see the merit of my plan.





15





Cassidy





Watching Rafa beat the shit out of two guys was both terrifying and exciting, like pretty much everything involving him.

I’d had no clue what he was doing, so I’d had to get a closer look. As soon as he strode down the block toward my building, I got out of the car and moved a little closer.

Then the fight started. Rafa moved so fast, so gracefully, that it was possible to almost forget he was smashing the faces of two men out of nowhere. They hadn’t done anything to provoke the fight, but he seemed to think it was necessary.

As I watched, it slowly dawned on me. The Spiders said they’d protect me, but Rafa was actually doing it. He was willing to put himself on the line for me. He was willing to fight for me, draw blood for me.

The thrill was starting to win over the terror as he beat the two men down.

I quickly got back in the car, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down before he got back. I was feeling something pretty complicated, something that rolled along my spine and made my toes want to curl.

It was lust, pure and simple. I’d wanted him before, but watching him defend me like that made me only want him more.

But I also felt like I knew him a little bit. He’d taken me to his home block and bought me breakfast, mostly just because he wanted me to know him.

Also because he wanted to get me pregnant. I couldn’t forget about that.

I bit my lip, looking out the window. He wanted to get me pregnant. He had said it was the only way to save both of our lives, but that just seemed crazy.

What if he was right? Maybe he really did need to get me pregnant to prove to the mob I wasn’t a threat. If I was his girl, or at least if I seemed that way to them, maybe they’d leave me alone. They had to trust him, even if they didn’t trust me.

But getting pregnant by a stranger, even a stranger I wanted, was just too crazy.

When he got back to the car, I followed him back into the lobby. As we stood there, I had an insane idea.

I wanted him to come up. I wanted him to come up and I wanted him to have me. I knew that he knew it. I could see it in his eyes. We both knew what I was thinking.

After I gave him my bullshit excuse of wanting to look at his injuries, we got into the elevator together. He stood close to me as we rode up in silence.

We stepped out and walked down my hallway together. I paused at my door and looked at him.

“Rafa,” I started, but I didn’t get another word out.

He pressed me against the door and kissed me.

I felt his hands on my hips, his lips against mine, and I gave in. I knew I should have said no, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted this to happen with every single fiber of my being, ever since we’d first met.

I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself against him.

His hands felt right as they ran down my hips, pressing me closer to him. He was so damn big and muscular, I felt like he was swallowing me with his body. His lips and tongue felt right against mine, his taste flooding my mouth and blinding me to anything else.

After a second, I turned from him, quickly breaking away, and opened my apartment door. He practically pushed me inside, grabbing my body and pulling me against him. He shut the door behind us and pushed me up against it, pinning me there. He held my arms up above my head as he kissed my neck and lips.

I gasped as his lips grazed my ear. “This is what you’ve been thinking about, isn’t it?”

“No,” I said, gasping.

He held my wrists tighter. “Liar. You’re a fucking dirty girl, and you want me to come deep inside that little pussy.”

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“No,” he said, kissing my neck. One of his hands released my wrists, but he was still holding them with the other. His hand slowly moved down my body and pressed down the front of my shorts. I gasped as he found my soaking wet panties and slowly began to rub my clit.

“But you do want me to fuck this tight cunt,” he said. “You want me to make you come while you scream my name.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good girl.” He kissed my lips as his hand moved under my soaking panties to find my slippery clit. He began to rub me in circles as he kissed me hard, and pleasure exploded through my mind.

All of the fear melted away as he worked my pussy. All of the worry and the pain was gone. Rafa’s fingers and mouth took that from me, and the only thing I could see was Rafa pressed against me, working my body.