Chapter 10
Ten
Angela
I stare down at the charred rolling pin in my hands, the wood cracked and splintered from the intense heat of the flames. Lobo places a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Come on, Angela. Let me take you home. You've been through enough for one day."
I shrug him off, shaking my head. "No. I need to stay and help clean this up. It's my fault Miguel did this, all because of me." Fresh tears sting my eyes as I survey the destruction surrounding us. Piles of smoking rubble and ash are all that remain of the village bakery.
“We don’t know this was him. It could have been those assholes that tried to stick you guys up yesterday.” Lobo tries to reason.
“Don’t do that. Don’t give me hope for something we both know isn’t true. We all know this is Miguel and it’s my damn fault.” I let me head fall forward and a lonely tear drops from my eyes.
Vado approaches, his expression solemn. "None of this is on you, Angela. We're just glad you're safe. You’re right. I think this is Miguel too. Pooh says there was a notice that went out saying they knew where you worked. If he’s crazy enough to do this, he’s not just a problem for you anymore. Miguel is dangerous and unstable. The RBMC is here now - we'll make sure he never hurts you or anyone else again."
I swallow hard, my throat raw from sobbing and the acrid smoke still lingering in the air. Part of me wants nothing more than to go home with Lobo, collapse into bed, and forget this awful day ever happened.
I drop the ruined rolling pin and grab a bucket and shovel lying nearby in the rubble. "I'm staying," I say firmly, meeting Lobo's worried gaze. "I have to do whatever I can to make this right."
Lobo sighs heavily but shakes his head. “No, querida, Lo siento. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do but I don’t know who’s out here watching us. I don’t want anyone to see you and get anymore crazy ideas. Either you walk home with me or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and take you home that way.”
I glare at Lobo, my jaw clenched tight. How dare he threaten to manhandle me like some caveman! But as I open my mouth to argue, I catch sight of the concerned faces of the other RBMC members scattered around the ruined bakery. They're trying to appear busy sorting through the debris, but I can feel their eyes on us, watching and waiting to see what I'll do.
Lobo's right - making a scene here won't help anything. And deep down, I know he has my best interests at heart, even if his methods leave something to be desired. With an exasperated huff, I drop the shovel and bucket back into the rubble with a clatter.
"Fine," I bite out through gritted teeth. "Let's go then."
I stalk past Lobo without another word, heading in the direction of the RBMC clubhouse a few blocks away. Behind me, I can hear him exchanging a few quiet words with Vado before his heavy footsteps follow after me.
We walk in tense silence through the narrow dirt streets of the village. The sun beats down relentlessly, sweat beading on my brow. I barely notice the vibrant crimson and gold flowers spilling from window boxes or the intricate mosaic tiles adorning doorways that I usually admire. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Miguel, of the bakery, of how utterly powerless I feel.
By the time we reach the old converted warehouse that serves as the RBMC's clubhouse, my anger has reached a boiling point. Lobo ushers me inside and down the dimly lit hallway to his private room. The moment the heavy wooden door closes behind us, I whirl on him.
"I can't believe you just dragged me away like that!" I shout, not caring who might overhear. "They were there for me, Lobo! It was my fault. My responsibility! You had no right-"
"I had every right!" he roars back, startling me. Lobo rarely raises his voice at me. "You're my old lady, Angela. Mine to protect. And I'll be damned if I let you put yourself in danger over some fucking building!"
"It's more than a building!" I retort hotly, getting in his face. "It was someplace special to all the townsfolk and its’ all gone. Because of me. Because of my psychotic ex who can't let me go. I needed to do something, to help, to not feel so goddamn useless and helpless!"
"You're not useless or helpless," Lobo says sharply. He grips my shoulders, his dark eyes intense as they bore into mine. "You're the strongest woman I know, Angela. But even the strongest people need help sometimes. Protection. Let me and the club give you that, querida. Please.”
His words, his pleading tone, sap some of the fight from me. I sag against him, burying my face in his chest as the tears I've been holding back break free. Lobo's strong arms wrap around me, holding me tight.
I know there’s no winning this one and I’m not even going to try. I’m more intrigued by the fact that he just called me his old lady. I’m not caught up in all the biker vernacular but I think he just told me that I was his woman, exclusively. After everything that’s gone on with me. I thought I’d be more skittish when it comes to this but I’m not.
In fact I find that I want this. I want him.
I pull back from Lobo's embrace just enough to look up and meet his intense gaze. My hands slide up his chest to grip the leather of his cut. "What did you call me just now?" I ask softly.
Lobo's brow furrows in confusion for a moment before understanding dawns. "My old lady," he repeats, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "I know we haven't made anything official, haven't put a label on this thing between us, but..." He trails off, uncharacteristically uncertain.
I don't let him finish. Rising up on my toes, I press my lips to his in a searing kiss. Lobo responds instantly, one hand cupping the back of my neck while the other splays across my lower back, crushing me against him.
The kiss quickly turns heated, desperate. All the fear and anger and adrenaline from earlier morphs into a different kind of intensity. I nip at Lobo's bottom lip and he groans, walking me backwards until my shoulders hit the wall. His knee nudges between my thighs and I grind down against him shamelessly, needing more contact, more friction.
"Angela," Lobo pants against my mouth. "We don't have to do this, not now. You've been through hell today."
"I want to," I interrupt him, my fingers already working at his belt buckle. "I need you, Lobo. I need to feel something good after all the awful. Please." So much for staying away from sins. I’m praying the lord will forgive me for what I’m about to do or at least he’ll close his eyes while we do it.
That's all the encouragement he needs. Lobo claims my mouth again in a bruising kiss as he tears at my clothes. Buttons fly everywhere but I could care less. Within moments, we're both naked, hands roaming and touching every inch of newly bared skin.
Lobo lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me the few steps to the bed, laying me down on the mattress and following me down, blanketing my body with his larger one.
"Mi reina," he murmurs reverently, trailing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. "I've got you, I'm here."
I lose myself in Lobo's touch, in the heat of his skin against mine, the solid weight of him pressing me into the bed. He maps my body with hands and mouth, igniting flames everywhere he touches. By the time his head dips between my thighs, I'm already panting and writhing beneath him.
Lobo teases me with long, slow licks through my folds before focusing on my clit. He alternates between broad swipes of his tongue and more targeted flicks and sucks that have me seeing stars. Two thick fingers slide inside me, curling in a come hither motion that hits a spot I didn't even know existed.
The dual sensations are too much. I shatter with a hoarse cry, my back bowing off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me. Lobo works me through it, his fingers and tongue unrelenting until I'm limp and trembling. This is nothing like what happened with Miguel. I wait for the pain but it never happens. Lobo makes sure I’m taken care of. It’s a world of difference from the selfish asshole Miguel.
Lobo kisses back up my body, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts before claiming my mouth once more. I can taste myself on his tongue and it only reignites my desire. Reaching between us, I take his hard length in hand, stroking him root to tip.
Lobo groans into the kiss, his hips jerking forward instinctively. "Angela," he rasps. "I need to be inside you. Now."
"Yes," I breathe, hooking a leg over his hip. "Please, Lobo."
With one swift thrust, he sheaths himself fully inside my welcoming heat. We both moan at the exquisite feeling of connection, of completion. For a moment, we stay just like that, foreheads pressed together, him in awe of what we’re doing and me surprised at how different this experience is. Now I know why everyone is so sexcrazed. If it always feels like this then I wouldn’t mind doing this every day..
Then Lobo starts to move and coherent thought flees. He sets a hard, driving pace, snapping his hips against mine. I meet him thrust for thrust, nails digging into his shoulders, heels pressing into his backside to take him impossibly deeper.
The small room fills with the sounds of gasping breaths, low grunts, and the obscene slap of sweat-slicked skin against skin. The bed creaks rhythmically beneath us, headboard thudding against the wall. None of it matters. The entire world has narrowed down to this - Lobo over me, inside me, surrounding me completely.
"So good," he grits out, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that perfect spot within me on every stroke. "I knew you’d be so fucking perfect for me, querida."
"Only for you," I manage to gasp, my head tipping back as the tension coils tighter low in my belly. "Yours, Lobo. All yours."
My declaration seems to spur him on. Lobo's thrusts grow more erratic, one hand sliding down to where we're joined. His fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
It's exactly what I need to fly apart again, pleasure exploding through my veins like the most potent drug. I clench vice-tight around him, my inner muscles fluttering wildly. With a guttural groan, Lobo follows me over the edge, spilling hot and deep inside me.
We cling to each other as the aftershocks roll through us, trading soft kisses and reverent caresses. Lobo rolls to the side, taking me with him. I end up sprawled across his chest, our legs tangled together, his softening length still buried inside me. Neither of us is in any hurry to separate.
He hums contently whispering sweet phrases in spanish that I don’t understand while kissing the side of my neck. I soak up all the love he’s giving me right now because I know I won’t have it for much longer.
If Miguel is crazy enough to have a random bakery set on fire there’s no telling what he’s going to do when he finds out I’m here with Lobo. Lobo and the Rest of the RBMC may be fierce and strong but I’m not going to put any of them at risk for me.
They are all my angels but these demons have come just for me.