Untamed Hearts 1: The Viper (19 page)

“Get him fired,” Marcos reiterated a third time. “Promise me.”

“I already told you I promised enough.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Wash my back?”

That idea distracted him enough to grab the soap off the dish in front of her. He used the shower spray to make his hands nice and soapy before he rubbed the bar down between her breasts. It felt so good to touch her, to see his tanned hands against her pale stomach. They didn’t match, but he liked the contrast better.

He used his other hand to trace the line of her pussy, making her toss her head back against his shoulder. “Why do you wax, chica?”

“I’ve been doing it for years. I did it once on a dare in college. Grayson hated it. Told me he never wanted me to do it again. As you can tell, I don’t like being told what to do.”

“You’re stubborn,” he agreed as he dropped the soap, deciding he could wash her back after he was done with her. He crossed his arm over the front of her again, letting it rest between her breasts and wrap around her waist, holding her up as he used his other hand to get her off. “I think the wax is sexy.”

“Really?” She was breathless, but her voice was playful. “You’ve said it a few times, but I wasn’t sure.”

“
Very sexy
,” he assured her.

He fell back against the wall with her, because he was turned on and crashing from almost getting arrested. The coconut rum was choosing now to hit him because he didn’t drink that much these days. Certainly not like he had when he was younger.

He was getting soft in his old age.

But it didn’t really matter, because he had a very wet, very lush gringa in his arms, looking like a goddess with the water hitting her and her head tossed back against his shoulder.

He slid his knee between her legs, forcing her to widen her stance as he alternated between pushing his fingers into her crazy tight, unbelievably slick pussy, and then using the slickness to rub her clit. He was teasing her, but he was sort of hoping she would tell him off for it.

Instead Katie wrapped both her hands behind his neck, giving him free rein over her body, and it was turning him on like crazy. He should be tapped out, but when she started arching into his hand, it made the slide of his cock against her bare back wet and erotic, and he realized he was teasing himself too.

He focused all his effort on her clit, and Katie started moaning, her chest heaving because she was always responsive. Scarily so. If a real man found her, instead of that chica Grayson, he could really take advantage of her.

A woman like Katie was made to fuck.

She craved it as much as he did, and that left her wide open to getting hurt, but that didn’t stop Marcos from taking advantage of it, because he was born a thug, and he couldn’t help himself.

He groaned when she came with soft, panting gasps of pleasure that made all the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. She was still shaking, her pull on his neck heavier as her legs started to give out, but Marcos just tightened his hold on her and then pushed not one but two fingers inside her just to feel her clench around them.

“I love to feel you around me.” He arched his hips and pushed his cock tighter against the curve of her back. “You feel so fucking good.”

Katie pushed his hands off her and turned around. She stood on her toes and cupped his face to kiss him. He pulled her hair and kissed her back, taking her mouth the way his cock wanted to take her body. He liked the feel of her tits against his chest and her ass in his hand.

“Tell me not to pull your hair anymore,” he panted against her lips.

“No,” she argued and then leaned in for another kiss, but he resisted rather than give it to her. She used her hold on his face to force him back to her and breathed into his mouth. “I like when you pull my hair.”

He groaned and kissed her and pulled her hair and licked the water off her neck and bit her earlobe until he was so fucking desperate he could barely see straight.

“I left the condoms in my jeans.” He moaned as he grabbed her ass with both hands and arched his hips against her, enjoying the feel of her smooth, wet skin against his cock. “Fuck.”

Katie reached out and pushed at the shower door. Then she broke out of his arms and bent down, getting the floor wet as she reached in the pocket of his jeans. He eyed her ass and the line of her pussy as she tossed his cell phone and wallet onto the tile.

“You cracked your phone.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled as he stared at the way she looked on her hands and knees.

Katie found the two condoms that were in the back pocket and got to her feet. She tried to rip them apart, but Marcos yanked them out of her hand and pulled the door closed before she could.

“Like this, chica.” He turned her around and pushed her hands against the wall. He used his foot to nudge her legs apart as he admired the line of her back and all that hair, usually so wavy, now flowing in rivers down over her wet skin almost to those little dimples above her ass. “Coño, eres bella.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re beautiful, cariño.”

He leaned into her because he couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to be near her, to be skin to skin and know that for this exact moment, no one could hurt her.

“I should’ve killed him.” Marcos decided as he tossed the one condom aside and then used his teeth to tear open the second. “Then that’d be one less problem for you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do,” he promised as he fought with the condom that never wanted to play well in the shower.

He kissed her neck when he was done and cupped her tits because they looked so good in his hands. Then he touched her again, stretching her for his cock, but he didn’t have the patience to wait more than a few minutes before he was holding her hips and pushing into her.

All that tight wet heat wrapped around him, dragging him down to a dark place as the pleasure hazed his common sense, and he pulled her hair again when he was buried to the hilt.

“He ever touches you. Hurts you. Looks at your wrong. Even breathes in your direction,” Marcos growled into her ear, using the hold on her hair to prove his point. “I’ll fucking take him out, chica.”

She pushed her hips back rather than respond, and he couldn’t help but fuck her. Hard. He bit his lip rather than come, using the pain as a distraction when she cried out and gave in to the pleasure.

Then he touched her again, forcing her to get off a third time.

It was the least he could do after taking all the aggression out on Katie’s lush body. When he did finally come, he bit her neck more harshly than he meant to and pulled her hair harder than he should.

Katie just climaxed with him rather than complain.

* * * *

Later, when they lay in bed, Katie snuggled into him with her head on his shoulder and asked, “What happened to your phone?”

“I happened to my phone,” Marcos said as he typed a group message to all the OGs that were loyal to him and Chuito, telling them to watch their backs because he suspected this little stand Angel was making could come back in all their faces. “I threw it earlier.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I’m a mean, angry thug who throws things when I get mad.”

“We could go to the mall in Mercy and get it fixed.”

“No, I’d rather stay here with you,” he said as he finished his message and sent it. “There are malls in Miami. I’ll fix it when I get back.”

“What are you saying to all of them?” Katie asked.

“I’m telling them I’m laying low.”

“That’s a lot of words to say you’re laying low.” Katie yawned. The first pink of morning was starting to shine in through the bedroom curtains, but still she watched his phone as his friends started responding. “How can so many of them already be awake?”

“They’re not waking up. They’re going to bed.”

“Oh my God.” Katie yawned again. “That’s crazy. What do they do all night? They can’t all be thieves. There’s not enough stuff in Miami.”

Marcos laughed. “Most of ’em have real jobs now. They just stay up because they picked up bad habits when they were younger.”

“I see Chuito’s name in there.” She pointed to Luis’s comment in the thread. “What does that say?”

“It says, ‘Why not tell Chuito? He’s the original OG.’”

“What does that mean?”

“It means he’s the
original
original gangster.” Marcos laughed and typed back. “
Luis, dumbass, you should’ve stayed in school
.”

“Are most of them dropouts?”

“Yup.”

“I think that’s sad.” Katie yawned again. “Must be hard to get a job.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not the only reason why it’s hard for most of ’em to keep a job.”

“What’s the other reason?”

“Most of us have records. If it wasn’t for the original OG, they’d probably still be chopping cars. He makes up for the cheap-ass minimum wage most of them make so they can feed their kids.”

“You mean Chuito?”

“Yeah.”

“He gives them money?”

“Yup.”

“Does he give you money?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause I won’t let him.” He tossed his phone aside and rolled into her. He kissed the top of her head and said, “Enough questions.”

“Have you really stolen a car before?” Katie asked rather than listen. “Like broken into it and taken it from someone else.”

“I have
really
stolen many cars before.”

“Could you steal my car?”

“Your midrange car with no theft prevention devices that you keep unlocked in the garage that is also unlocked?” Marcos snorted in disbelief. “Yes, I could steal it.”

Katie seemed to ponder that for a while. “Huh?”

“Yeah, more real when you start thinking about it, huh, chica?”

“Has Chuito stolen a car?”

“No, he got to be the original OG by being a nice guy.” Marcos kissed the top of her head again. “I said go to sleep.”

Katie got quiet, and Marcos thought she had started to drift off to sleep, but then she whispered into the darkness, “I still don’t want you to go. Do you think that makes me guilty by association?”

“No.” He sighed. “I think that makes you too sweet to keep. I’m leaving in a week. You promised.”

“And what does a promise mean to you? A thief.”

“To an OG, a promise means everything. You don’t break a promise once you make it. Got it?”

She sighed and tightened her arms around him. “Yeah, I got it.”

Chapter Thirteen

The thing about a week, when you’re living in the moment, was that it ended up lasting forever and going way too fast at the same time. Katie felt like she’d lived a lifetime with Marcos in her little house, holed up with enough food to keep them alive, and enough privacy to make love in every corner.

Her father and brother showed up the day after the break-in. They were grateful to Marcos for protecting Katie, and then dragged her outside and told her she was batshit crazy for letting him stay in her house.

So she largely ignored her phone, and Marcos largely ignored his because he was having issues too. They talked to the sheriff once when he showed up, because he found out Ashley’s car had once been blue just like Marcos claimed.

The sheriff went to question Ashley.

Katie didn’t care.

She didn’t care about Grayson’s legal issues either.

All she really cared about was that it was Saturday, and tomorrow was the last day of spring break. She knew she’d promised to let him go, and she knew that promise was something that actually held real value to Marcos when so little in this world did, but that didn’t stop her from being desperate for something,
anything
, that would keep him here.

So she sat on the floor by the couch, folding laundry and thinking of ways to talk Marcos into staying, but no argument seemed fair. Why should he stay in a town he obviously hated? And with good cause. Everyone he dealt with here, even his own cousin, was rude to him at the very least, and tried to arrest him at worst.

“I think I’m sick of this town,” Katie mused to herself. “I’m starting to hate it here.”

Marcos leaned over from where he was stretched out on the couch and wrapped an arm around her chest. “Why do you hate it?”

“I dunno.” Katie did know; she hated it for pushing Marcos away, but rather than admit that, she just put a folded towel up on the coffee table Marcos had used to break her ex-husband’s nose. She searched for another reason because she didn’t want to fight with him and finally settled on, “I’ve never fit in here, to be honest.”

“You don’t talk like them.” Marcos placed a kiss against her neck before he said, “How come you don’t have a hee-haw accent like the rest of these pendejos?”

“Grayson and I went to college out of state. Maybe if I’d stayed close like Jules, I’d still be Garnet born and bred.”

“I like how you talk, chica.” Marcos took a long drink of his rum and coke that he’d started downing before the sun set as if he was feeling the clock as much as she was. He kissed her neck again and said, “I feel smart just sitting next to you.”

“You’re crazy. You speak two languages fluently. That makes you smarter than I’ll ever be.”

“Whatever. You teach school. I couldn’t do that. Even if I was smart like you, I couldn’t do it. Teenagers are such motherfuckers. I deal with them all the time, and they annoy the shit out of me. Thinking they’re tough ’cause of the ink on their arm. I’m gonna go back and apologize to all my old teachers when I get home.”

“You should ask them why they didn’t make sure you graduated instead.” Katie set another towel on the table.

“Ay Dios mio, I was such a thug in high school.” Marcos gave a pained chuckle. “I’m sure they couldn’t wait to get rid of me. I was a bad apple rotting out all the other apples just by being there.”

Katie reached up and caressed his hair when he buried his face in the curve of her neck. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“No, it’s true,” Marcos assured her. “If I had to teach a prick like me in high school, I’d beat his ass on principle.”

Katie laughed. “Teaching probably shouldn’t be in your future.”

“There’s not much of
anything
in my future.” Marcos took another drink. “Dirt or prison bars.”