Reflecting On Wishes (The Wishes Series) (7 page)

Once she was out of the shower she wrapped up in a towel and searched through her clothes for the perfect outfit. After dinner he had mentioned going dancing again, this time to a club that played hip-hop music. They would be on his bike
, so that left wearing a dress out of the mix. At least that’s what she thought until Nahni came knocking on her trailer door.

“Angel
, it’s clouding up again outside. Rage said you guys can ride with us to the restaurant then bring us back here afterwards and take the truck out again if you want. The storms are moving in faster than expected and it’s supposed to be raining pretty heavily.” Sinking down on the couch in her white, strapless maxi dress with a mint green leafy print, Nahni rubbed her swollen belly and grinned. “You and Dakota would have pretty babies. He has the dreamiest eyes I’ve ever seen. I bet he just makes you melt huh?”

“Nahni! For crying out loud, we’ve only been on one date
,” Angel cried out.

“Yeah, a date you didn’t come home from until the next morning, woot, woot!”

Angel cracked up laughing, shaking her head. “Damn, girl I can’t even deny it. Swept me right off my feet he did.”

“Oh I bet you were off your feet
.” Nahni’s howling laughter was contagious. Angel was giggling right along with her until her brother came inside looking at them like they had both lost their minds which only made them laugh harder.

“I could hear you two hens cackling all the way over by our trailer. What the hell is so funny?” Rage gave them an amused look.

“Oh, we were just talking about how Dakota had Angel off her feet all night long.”

“Nahni Anne Vega
, you wretched wench! If you weren’t preggo with my precious niece I would…”

“Wow, looks like I got here just in time
, although I’m a little early.” Dakota was standing at the door that Rage had left open, grinning from ear to ear. “I like what you’re wearing, baby. You look gorgeous.”

Angel squealed and took off for her bedroom still wrapped in just a towel, blushing fiercely when she heard the laughter behind her as she slammed the door shut.

“I guess I better take her the clothes she left here on the couch since you sent her off and running, Dakota.” In a voice loud enough for Angel to hear she said, “Of course, I don’t know why she’s running since you’ve already seen what the good Lord gave her. Hell, if I were her, I wouldn’t be running from you period.”

“Dammit
, Nahni! Bring me my clothes and stop talking for crying out loud,” Angel yelled from her bedroom.

All she heard after that was the guys laughing and her trailer door shutting as Nahni waddled in with the clothes she had left on the couch in her hasty exit. The huge grin on her face had Angel shaking her head and snatching the clothing out of her arms. “Ugh, you are such a pain in my ass
, Nahni.”

“Oh shush and get dressed. Good grief did you see how hot he looked in those black sl
acks and that muscle hugging blue shirt. I nearly drooled all over myself right in front of my husband!” Nahni turned on the fan and stood in front of it.

“Back off
, sister. That sexy man is mine. You’re stuck with my brother.” Angel slipped on a matching bra and panty set that was a vibrant shade of red, setting off her caramel hue to perfection. The hip hugging jeans weren’t necessary since they were riding in the truck tonight so she opted for her A-line red dress that had a flirty skirt that was perfect for dancing. Pairing that with her red strappy heels would surely make him tongue tied. That’s what she hoped anyways.

“Good grief
, Angel he’s not gonna know what hit him when he sees you in that!” Nahni exclaimed. “Sit down and let me do your make up. You’re gonna look like the perfect red-lipped pinup girl. I think you should have your hair in a slicked back pony-tail don’t you? Since it sounds like it’s already starting to rain.”

“Yes, I think that would be
perfect and quick since my hair is almost dry now.”

“Okay
, doll, be still and let Nahni make you even more ravishing than you already are.”

***

The rain was still coming down lightly when Angel and Nahni exited the trailer. Dakota stood up and looked over Angel with adoring eyes, taking in each and every beautiful inch of her petite frame. She was a vision in red, completely taking his breath away. Her hair was pulled up in a high pony-tail that emphasized her coal lined cat-eyes that had a smoky hue to them. Her lips were painted cherry red and it only made him want to kiss her even more. She paired tiny pearl earrings with a pearl necklace to give an innocent flair to her seductive lady in red ensemble, topping it off with the sexiest red shoes imaginable. It was enough to drive him crazy. His heart was in his throat when he held his hand out to her and pulled her close, placing a tender kiss at the base of her throat when he hugged her against his muscled chest.

“Exquisite. You truly look like an angel. Have mercy on me
, baby. You’ve made me speechless.”

Her nails ran softly over the back of his neck as she held on to him, breathing in his sensual male fragrance and whispering so only he could hear, “Happy Birthday
, Papi. I hope you like your gift.” She smiled up at him and skimmed her fingers over his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth.

His eyebrow
rose in question. “I’m sure I’ll love anything from you. What did you get me?”

Her smile was full of mischief when she replied quietly, “Me—I’m your present.”

He sucked in a gulp of air and laughed hoarsely, “Mmm, best present ever…”

Angel gave him a saucy
grin replying, “I propose we skip the dancing after dinner and instead, we can come back here and you can unwrap your gift to see what’s underneath.”

The grip he had on her waist tightened and he ached to pull her closer. Unfortunately, they weren’t alone. Not only was her family around, but Tank and Dom showed up with a boisterous
and very off-key rendition of
Happy Birthday
that had them all joining in.

They piled in
to Rage and Vito’s club cab pickup trucks and rode to the restaurant in the midst of laughter and teasing which only increased as they all sat around the large round table, eating dinner family style. Platters of steaming pasta, crisp salad and soft buttery garlic bread were passed around. The wine was as free-flowing as the rain that poured from the sky. Dakota could hardly believe the connection he not only shared with Angel, but with her family as well. He got along easily with her brother, sister-in-law and father. Angel had already won over Dominic and Tank. Both men had taken a liking to her and weren’t afraid to clamor for her attention, starting out by fighting over who got to sit next to her.

She took it all in with ease, soaking up the attention, but also by being sweet natured towards everyone. A few fans approached her during dinner and she took it in stride even though they were eating. She was signing autographs and taking pictures, talking about racing with them and making each person feel special. It made him proud. His girl was star by her own right yet she remained down to earth and humble
. She was thankful for the fans that went out of their way to praise her and support her. He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. The smile she gave him was brighter than the sun. He loved seeing her so vibrant and happy. She was everything he thought she would be and more.

***

Running from the truck to Angel’s trailer through sheets of pouring rain left them soaked to the bone and shivering, though the distance wasn’t far. Dakota watched as she locked the door and tossed her handbag on the table. Next, she kicked off her shoes and headed towards her bedroom, crooking her finger at him in a
come hither
motion. A shoe here, another there, then the black belt that had cinched her waist soon followed.

He stalked after her like a panther. Pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and kicking his shoes off, leaving behind a trail of discarded clothing. His breath caught when her dress slipped provocatively to a pool of red a
t her feet, leaving her wearing a sexy red lace bra and matching panties. He walked towards her clad in black silk boxers, stopping long enough to pull his socks off as he watched her pull her hair down, letting the wet satin tresses brush over her shoulders like a waterfall. She moved to unfasten her bra but he stepped forward, caught her hands and replaced them with his at the clasp that rested between the lush valley of her breasts.

“You’re my present remember? I get to unwrap you.” His voice was husky, laced with desire.

The only response she gave was a sly smile. Reaching for the waistband of his boxers, she easily tugged them over his muscled hips. His erection popped free, jutting up proudly against her stomach. The flash of heat in her eyes made him throb for her. He took his time smoothing the red lace cups over the swell of her breasts, sliding the straps from her shoulders and letting it swish to the floor while his large hands cupped her soft mounds and molded them in his palms. When her body swayed towards his he grunted, rubbing his hands up the soft swells of feminine flesh to caress the slope of her neck as he took her mouth with his. The hunger for her was ferocious and unapologetic. He was a starved man drinking from the well of the goddess he had craved for so long. This time they wouldn’t be rushed and their senses wouldn’t be dulled with too much tequila and beer. He was sipping from the most intoxicating, exotic fruit and he wanted to savor it. This night, he was going to do everything in his power to not only memorize every dip and sway of her body, but to imprint himself so deeply into her soul she would never want another. She belonged to him. If she didn’t already realize it, she would before the sun rose again.

With one hand at the small of her back and the other wrapped in her hair at the nape of her neck, Dakota walked her backwards until the backs of her knees were against the edge of her bed. Easing her back until she lay beneath him with her big brown eyes staring heatedly into his, he trailed damp kisses down her throat sucking the swells of her breasts into his mouth, lapping them roughly with his tongue. Her sweet voice was filling the room with guttural groans and gasps that sounded like a sexual symphony. By the time his mouth sucked heavily on the tips of her breasts, Angel had his waist wrapped with her lean legs and her hips were lifting and rolling against him. The wet
lace of her panties was pure torture against his aching shaft. But he wasn’t about to be deterred or rushed. She was his birthday gift and by god he was going to enjoy her. It was hard enough to not lose control, fueled from smelling her arousal. He was on a mission. This wasn’t going to be an average lovemaking. Whether she knew it or not, he was claiming her body, heart and soul.

Squeezing her breasts, Dakota moved from one to the other, giving long, tight, sucking kisses to the tips while he nudged his hips in slow circles between her thighs. Her fingers massage
d his scalp and down his neck. Her sharp fingernails were making their mark on his neck and shoulders when he grazed his teeth over her swollen nipples, one after the other. He looked up at her to watch her face as he continued his assault on the taut peaks of her breasts. Truly, she looked like a goddess. There was a glow about her, a seductive air that drew him under her spell to the point he only wanted to please her.

“Dakota—please
, Papi,” she begged. Her throaty request was enough to make him release her succulent flesh with an errant pop of her wet flesh leaving his lips. He loved that her Latin accent was enhanced even more when she was aroused.

“Please what
, baby?” He knew what she needed. Still, he wanted to hear it. He craved hearing her ask for it. For him.

“I need you…
now
.” she whimpered. The seductive lure of her sex-laced voice had him abandoning his initial plan of driving her crazy, dragging out the release he wanted to sear her soul with. Now he wanted to make her orgasm so fast and so hard that she sobbed with pleasure.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. You, begging…” he didn’t say another word. Instead, he ran his hands down her body and grip
ped her thighs, parting them further and licking her panty clad sex, rubbing his face against her until she was shaking.

“Oh, god I’m going to…”

He lifted his head and she cried out, left on the brink of orgasm. “Not yet you aren’t,” he said gruffly. Hooking his fingers in her panties right above her mound, Dakota grinned at her and with one swift yank, ripped them from her. She gasped in surprise, but it quickly turned into a lust filled moan of pleasure when his mouth covered her bare, wet sex and his eager tongue swirled her most sensitive spot.


Ay yi yi!” she screamed out, trying to lift and roll her hips. He held her steadfast and sucked her swollen nub, slipping two fingers inside of her tight tunnel, growling when the muscled walls of her sex instantly gripped and rippled around his digits. He thrust his fingers in time with the torturous licks and sucking motions. Mere moments later, she lost control and orgasmed with his name leaving her lips in a hoarse cry of completion.

His mouth seared her quivering inner thighs with biting kisses, not giving her a moment to calm her racing heart. Instead, he licked her sweat slicked skin and raked his teeth across her hip bones, relishing in each indrawn breath and heated moan. Her hands were tracing his face with gentle strokes, rubbing through his hair and down his neck to grip his shoulders trying to tug him up her body. There was no way he could resist her insistent demand. Moving to her side, he pressed against her
, half covering her without crushing her tiny frame. Their mouths met in a heated kiss that had her turning on her side to face him, pushing him to his back and straddling his waist. He could have easily overpowered her, but the sheer sensuality of her taking the initiative had him so intrigued he let her take the lead.

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