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slamming into her now, fast and demanding, and his thumb was starting to move in a slow rhythm, and she was full, completely full, she’d never been so full, so debased, so nakedly open in front of anyone.
     
    “Baby,” he whispered, and the threads of need were choking him, she could hear it. “Baby, please.”
     
    The wall came crashing down, exploding over her in all of its white-capped glory. She writhed with it, driving herself back into him, letting him split her open as she burst again and again. She felt him release, yanking her hips back into him so hard that it wanted to hurt, but danced just the slightest sliver away from actual pain. As the aftershocks washed over her, she was clutching the pillow to her face again to bury her cries.
     
    Alejandro was totally silent as he tumbled down to the bed with her, wrapping her gently in his arms and placing delicate kisses on her neck.

CHAPTER EIGHT

 
    When she woke up, the bed was empty next to her. Ali stretched, feeling the soft ache in her thighs and belly from their strenuous love-making the night before. By the way the sun cut in the window, she was pretty sure she’d overslept. Tip would be rattling at his feedbox by now. But Alejandro was standing in the window, the sunlight playing over the plains and seams of his incredibly cut body, and his skin shone like burnished gold, his tattoos standing out like shadows over his heart and arms. She slipped out of bed and padded over to him, naked, wrapping her arms around his abdomen.
     
    He didn’t respond right away. His arms were folded, strong and hard, over his midsection, and she could feel tension vibrating through him, turning him into a live wire. She knew this mood of his. If she wasn’t careful, it’d be her that got snapped by his electric fury. “Couldn’t sleep?” She kept her voice light, soft, easy.
     
    He shook his head. “I heard something in the night. It sounded like a gunshot. I cleared both floors, but after that? No. No more sleep for me.”
     
    She felt her brow tighten and forced herself to smooth it out. Letting her worry vibrate down into her voice would be the wrong way to manage him just now. “How long have you been standing here?”
     
    He shrugged, a smooth motion that told her he didn’t know and didn’t care. That he’d stand there as long as it took.
     
    “Do you understand what I have to do?” he asked, after a long time.
     
    She couldn’t help the sigh that escaped. It tightened his body still further, and she hated that. She stepped away from him and sat on the edge of the bed. She wanted to wrap herself in a sheet, hide away from him, but she had an idea how that would go. It wasn’t what she wanted, not deep down. Not where it mattered. “You have to pay them back, I imagine.”
     
    His eyes were bright with rage when he turned back to her. “This isn’t some schoolyard squabble, Ali. There’s no teacher I can go to, no authority figure who will make the Diablos back down. I’m all the Padres have, and they matter to me.”
     
    “Sheriff Hennesy?”
     
    He snorted. “The Diablos are supplying him with underage girls now. He’ll do anything they want. He’s useless to me.”
     
    “They— Excuse me, now, they’re doing what? ”
     
    “You heard me,” he said. “There’s a reason we come through Arroyo Flats. It’s not just the scenery.” His eyes flashed down to her breasts, and she suspected that his gaze was lingering on the rather lurid bruise he’d left just under her left nipple. A smile broke through his control, for just a moment. “Though I must admit, the scenery is gorgeous.”
     
    “Okay. We’ll deal with what the hell the Sheriff thinks he can get away with later. What are you going to do to deal with the Diablos?”
     
    He opened his mouth, started to speak, and then shook his head violently. “No, Ali. No. You’re not part of the war council.”
     
    “Why not? Because I’m not your ‘old