The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(156)
Alaine got the impression the things he said in Spanish were hidden on purpose, dirty things he wanted to do to her, so much so he had to say them out loud, even if she couldn’t understand.
And that was okay.
She tossed her head on the comforter while he took his time with touching her. Brushing his thumb against her clit, making the hum of arousal burn brighter. When he finally pushed in, stretching her, she jerked under him. “God, Chu.”
Then she reached up to thread her fingers into his hair and tugged him down, because he had been watching her like it turned him on to see how easily he could make her wet. She kissed him and wrapped her legs around his waist, tangling herself up with him. She opened wide to the thrust of his tongue and pushed her hips against his, letting him know without asking that she needed so much more than just his touch.
She wanted to feel him in her.
Fucking her.
Claiming her.
Fusing the two of them together until it seared their souls to the point that nothing could pull them apart.
Never again.
She was still desperate to hide from the fear, and he was so very good at making her forget.
Chuito stopped kissing her long enough to suck on his fingers indulgently, making it obvious the taste of her got him off, but she was too needy to do anything more than claim his mouth again.
It was Alaine who guided him into her. Then she clung to Chuito, feeling his muscles clench under her fingers when he pushed in deep. She bit her lip to catch the moan as the bliss of coming together like this swept over her, making all the fine hairs on her arms stand on end from the force of it.
It might never be truly soft; even when they tried, the gentleness faded to the rush of passion. The tidal wave of pleasure always made them both greedy, hungry, desperate as they moved against each other, hot and hard until she was screaming and he was groaning against the curve of her neck.
She wasn’t really sure who climaxed first; it was just one pounding, violent crash of ecstasy that washed over both of them, leaving everything a little rosier in its wake. Alaine knew it was probably a lie, but right then she had to agree with Chuito.
Some days it was very good to be a gangster.
It wasn’t until three days later, when Chuito and Alaine were sitting naked on the king-size bed in the penthouse hotel room Nova had rented for them, that Chuito remembered the envelope Tino had put in the bag.
It took them that long to get around to fetching the wedding bag from Tony.
Now the two of them were surrounded by a sea of white envelopes and cash, another one of the fringe benefits of being a gangster, and Chuito was enjoying the novelty of it as much as Alaine was.
But then she paused on the next envelope, staring at it in complete shock as she pulled out a check. “Is this a joke?”
Chuito reached over and took it from her, looking at the anonymous cashier’s check for five million dollars.
“Is that a joke, Chu?” she repeated as she pointed to the cashier’s check in his hand. “Who put that in there? Is that from Nova? Did Nova give us that much money?”
Tony had swept the room for them when they went down to the beach a few days ago, so they both knew there were no bugs, which made it a lot easier to speak freely. Chuito was almost positive Nova didn’t put anything in the bag, because Nova had pulled Chuito aside privately and given him his envelope, assuming Alaine would probably panic seeing the price tag for their loyalty.
Turned out he’d been right.
Chuito wondered if the brothers had planned it like that, to split the cost down the middle, or if the Morettis thought alike more than they realized.
“We’re definitely gonna have the Feds on our ass,” Chuito whispered as he studied the cashier’s check.
“We can’t take that,” Alaine argued. “You have to give it back to him. We can’t just put a cashier’s check for five million dollars in the bank.”
“Nova said he was gonna set up some different accounts for me. Foreign accounts. I’m gonna have to let him start managing my money, ’cause I don’t know how to hide this shit like he does.”
“Are you considering taking that much money?” Alaine asked in disbelief.
“This isn’t from Nova. It’s from Tino,” Chuito told her with a look of knowing. “This is his blood money. He suffered for it, Alaine. This is his apology to us. We have to take it.”
Alaine cupped her hand over her mouth as she stared at the check in Chuito’s hand. Her eyes got glassy, and she shook her head. “We didn’t need this from him.”
“I know,” Chuito told her with a shrug. “But I don’t think it’s about us. He needs us to take it. He’s trying to buy a clear conscience. That’s what they do. It’s the only way Tino has ever learned to make things better. To pay for it. With money or blood or pain. If we don’t take it, that would be bad, Alaine. It would leave him obligated in a way we don’t want for him.”
Alaine was quiet for a long time before she took the check back and slipped it into one of the envelopes. “Can we put it in the safe until Nova can help us figure out how to manage all this? I’ll never be able to leave the room if it’s not locked up.”
“Yeah.” Chuito nodded, keeping to himself that there was already another check in there. Instead he just admired Alaine, taking a moment to appreciate that she understood just how important keeping the gift was. “I love you, mami.”