Page 40 of Outcast

His hips pistoned against mine, our skin slapping together.

"You remember what you said to me in the club?" he panted, dropping his head so his lips brushed mine.

I groaned as his change in angle hit just the right spot. "No," I breathed. I tried to move my arms, but he tightened his hold on my dress.

He smiled against my lips and tingles shot from my core. I was close. So fucking close.

"You said I smelled like yours." He chuckled under his breath before grunting, his hips crashing harder.

Ignoring his words, I tried again to break his hold. "I want to touch you," I whined.

"Not this time. Next." He used his arms to jerk me forward, meeting him thrust for thrust. The motion was just enough to rub against my clit. The sparks turned painful as they spread across my lower stomach, and I let out a soft cry as I started to come.

"Ah, fuck," he grunted, thrusting even faster. Matías let go of my dress, and I could finally move my arms as he wrapped me up in a tight hug. Resting his head on my shoulder, he groaned as he shivered.

My heart raced and the sweat on my skin started to cool. Everything in the room became stark in the harsh fluorescent lights overhead.

"I love you, Rita. I love you," he whispered against my neck. "I'm sorry I never told you before. It will be different now."

Whatever was left of my buzz evaporated.

Itwasall different now. We were atPapá'sfuneral.

Oh, God. "Get off me." I shoved him away from me, then hopped down. "I can't believe I just did that." I searched the floor for my panties and when I saw them discarded on the dirty concrete, I snatched them up.

I couldn't put them back on. But the wetness betweenmy legs was a reminder I didn't want. I tossed them in the trash and grabbed a paper towel, frantically cleaning myself up.

"What's wrong?" Matías tried to touch me but I twisted my shoulders to avoid him.

"Get the fuck away." I couldn't even look at him. "I can't..." I struggled to breathe. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Rita," he said in a tense voice.

"Stop! Don't you get it! You're the reason I missed–" I couldn't stay here. Chucking the paper towels in the trash too, I fled the back room.

His footsteps followed behind me, so I picked up my pace. If I could make it outside, the Dirty Dogs would help keep him away. Even the ones who liked him. They loved me enough to protect me against him.

I burst through the doors, and instead of getting a wash of calm, I was faced with out of control shouting.

Up ahead, Esteban pushed through the crowd, heading for the source of the commotion.

I ran after him. The Dirty Dogs were out of control, but I couldn't make sense of what anyone was saying.

Ricco saw me and started shoving men out of the way so I could get through. Together we made it to the front.

At the gate to the property was a small group of bikers. Their weapons were drawn and pointed at the Dirty Dogs.

On the ground at their feet was a body, a dark pool of blood spreading underneath him.

Next to him, flowers scattered the ground.

"What's going on here?" Esteban shouted at the Dirty Dogs. Leo and Damen were huddled together, squaring off with the bikers.

"I just got a call that these pendejos are working the corners in our territory. Then these guys show up with aflower arrangement." Leo spat on the ground, practically vibrating from rage.

"We were coming to pay our respects." One of the men called as he reached down to feel for a pulse. Shaking his head, he stood up just as another bike roared around the corner.

The newest man came to a stop, pulling off his helmet in jerky motions and shoved it at one of his guys as he crouched down. His red hair was pale orange under the lights from the compound. When he stood up, he motioned for his men to pick up their friend.

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