Page 41 of The Prez

“Who is Finn?” I don’t know all his brothers, just Zeke, but he mentioned Shane by name, so I figure Finn is someone that, like Shane, is not a member of Devil’s Mayhem.

“He’s my brother Rax’s old man. They live in Cuba.”

“You have a Cuban chapter?” I ask incredulously. “How does that work?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “No. About a year and a half ago, there was a manhunt for an escaped convict.”

I nod. “Yeah, Rick James or something.”

This time, Big Raf really laughs, doubling over andholding his stomach. My face heats with embarrassment, but I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face at the sound of his laughter. “No,” he says when he’s calmed down. “RaxelJames. He’s not a singer, papi.”

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Whatever. I don’t listen to old people’s music.” I inwardly gloat when he glares at me. “Anyway, yeah, I remember that going on. Cops were saying he was in town and—” My eyes grow wide. “That’s your brother that’s in Cuba? He’s, like, a murderer!”

Big Raf leans closer to me, his eyes dancing as a dark smile graces his lips. “So am I, precioso.”

I don’t know if I should be afraid or turned on. “Oh …”

“You’re safe with me. I don’t hurt the soft and innocent.”

“I’m not soft,” I grumble.

“You are,” he says, dragging a finger down my arm. “You’re really soft. I like that.” He pegs me with lust-filled eyes and I’m helpless to look away. “Is there something wrong with you being soft for me?”

“No,” I whisper, chest heaving as his fingers dance up my arm to my throat, where he strokes my skin. “Are you sure you … want me?”

“Oh, precioso, I’m very sure. Didn’t I show you last night?”

My face flames as I think about last night. He made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager having his first wet dream. “You did.”

“Want another lesson?” he murmurs, drawing closer to me as he tips my head to the side. He growls when his thumb ghosts over the mark he left on me. “You don’t know how fucking hot it is seeing this on you. Knowing I’m the one that bruised this soft skin.”

My dick is so hard, it could split diamonds. I try to adjust myself, but these sleep pants don’t allow much movement. “I like it too.”

Feeling braver than I ever have before, I launch myself at him, straddling his lap as I kiss him fiercely. Big Raf lets out a surprised sound, but only drags me closer, his hands on my ass. He kneads my cheeks as I grind on his lap, feeling his thick cock under me.

I glide my fingers through his thick black hair, massaging his scalp as I slide my tongue over his. Raf touches me all over, gripping and squeezing my body. Any other time, I would feel self-conscious because of my weight, but Raf has a way of making me feel beautiful, desired. He doesn’t look at me in disgust or as a last resort fuck because I’m chubby. He looks at me like he wants to eat me alive and would in a heartbeat if I allowed him to.

And fuck yes, he is allowed.

But tonight, I want him to feel as good as he made me feel last night. I want to explore his body, starting with that piercing. I’ve never been with a guy that’s pierced before. I want to feel it on my tongue as I drive him wild.

Pulling my lips from his, I kiss down his neck, arching my back as his hand slides down my pants, clutching at my naked flesh. “Can I mark you too?” I ask, licking a long strip up his neck.

His husky chuckle rumbles through me, a feverish flush drifting through my entire body. I’m so fucking hot for him, so ready to let him do whatever he wants to do to me while I do the same to him. “Go ahead. Make it good.”

I kiss his neck gently, just a soft press of my lips. “I’ll always make it good for you, baby,” I whisper. Then I draw his skin into my mouth and suck, rolling my tongue around to lessen the sting.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, his fingernails digging into the soft tissue of my ass as I apply more suction, wanting the mark to stand out so the world can see that he belongs to me.

I’m not sure when that happened, when I started seeingRaf as mine, but he is. He’s nothing that I’m used to and everything that I want. Over the past few weeks that I’ve been here, I’ve never felt so safe, so appreciated, even if he never told me in so many words. I could see it in his eyes, and now, his actions.

I draw my lips from his neck, thumbing over the sensitive flesh as my mark darkens. “You’re mine now.”

He thumbs over my lower lip, giving me a lopsided smile. “Looks like I am, papi.”

I drag him to me and kiss him hard, groaning when he sucks my tongue. My hand glides down his taut belly and firm abs to get to the top of his slacks.

Pulling my lips from his, I lower myself to my knees in front of him, watching his eyes darken as I rub over his bulge. “How does it feel getting your dick sucked with the piercing?”

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