knew I wanted Romero. He was my rock and my hero. He had been patient with me long enough. It was time for him to make me a woman. I unbuttoned his jeans and brought the zipper down.
Even he could see just how fast I was moving. “Hells bells. You’re not wasting any time.”
I looked up at him and winked. “Well, it’s a long way from home plate.” I ran my tongue over my lips.
“If that means what I think it does…”
“It means I want you to fuck me, Romero. Do I need to be any clearer?”
He grinned. “I’m not the brightest, but I can take a hint.” As he spoke, Romero pulled my T-shirt up in over my head. It fell to the dirt. One of his strong hands were behind my back, and with a quick motion, Romero easily unhooked my bra. It slid down my arms as if it was eager to join my T-shirt on the ground.
While Romero stripped me, I reached into his jeans and found his throbbing member waiting for me. I let out a soft moan at the feel of his hard cock. My heart raced so fast over the thought of being filled for the very first time. Losing the V card didn’t hurt all that much for some girls, but as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, I thought that his cock just might. Romero was big. It didn’t stop me from wanting him inside me, though. Even if the first time hurt a little bit, I knew it would be mind-blowing.
I pulled his T-shirt over his head. I was going to take his jeans down, but before I could, Romero lowered to the ground, bringing my jeans with him. I kicked them off and laughed at the thought of being naked in such a public place with him. Our relationship was so secretive, but so public at the same time. It was so hot.
He stood, and I reached for his waist. I was more than ready to get him naked and get down to business. I was wet, aching, and burning for him. He gave me a confident smile.
“I’ve been dreaming about that little virgin pussy of yours since the day we met.”
My knees went weak again, and I grabbed on to him for stability. I thought his words would give me a heart attack. I had never wanted him so badly in my life. Bringing his jeans down, his cock sprang free. I couldn’t wait another second. I couldn’t even wait to get his jeans off all the way. Turning back to the chain-link fence, I bent over and spread my legs. I looked over my shoulder. “It’s all yours.”
Romero took a step toward me. The heat of his body radiated against my bare skin.
That’s when I heard the familiar and devastating sound growing in the distance. There was a motorcycle heading toward the park. It might as well have rained ice water down on us. Romero and I sped to throw our clothes back on.
“Goddammit.” He sounded more disappointed than angry.
Disappointed didn’t even come close to how I felt. I was so ready. I was so, so ready for him. Romero was absolutely perfect. After the initial shock of not getting what I desperately wanted wore off, though, fear gripped me. No one in Davis just rode a motorcycle. Everyone who rode, did it with a club. Romero’s boys didn’t know about me, and my boys didn’t know about him. This was bad news. The sound of the motorcycle came to a stop, and the engine died.
I whispered, “Come on, we’ve got to run.”
Romero grabbed onto my wrist. “No point. If they’re in the parking lot, they’ve seen my bike. We need to know if they’re a Son or a Brancher. Cross your fingers that it’s one of mine.”
Stuffing my bra into my back pocket, I threw my T-shirt on. I never thought I’d be cockblocked by another biker. Romero and I stuck to the shadows as we got closer to the parking lot. After we rounded a corner, a single headlight bathed the front of the batting cage. The nets kept us out of view as we crept closer. Seeing the sweat glistening on Romero’s back was almost too sexy to handle, and I had to keep reminding myself that we were in real danger.
He leaned around the corner of the batting cage, quickly