Say Yes, Senator: A Best Friend's Little Sister Political Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “And you’ve brought her here?” he asked me, and I shrugged my shoulders.

  “I rescued her from her captors, and she needs to be kept safe,” I replied, and Elwood narrowed his eyes at me.

  “And you want to take on the responsibility of keeping a Muerte Viviente girl safe?” he countered.

  “Yes,” I replied, as authoritatively as I could. It would be within the MC code and within Elwood’s power to refuse Valentina’s presence here, on Rogue Rebels territory.

  Elwood grunted, then turned from us and walked back to his stool.

  “You’re taking too many risks that are unlike you, King,” he said and reached for his can of beer that was resting on the bar counter all this while. He took a swig of it, and when he was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s how we turn into men,” he added, and I stared back at him.

  Had he permitted me to give Valentina the MC’s protection?

  “She can’t stay with you. They’ve seen you rescuing her, they’re going to come after you,” Elwood continued, and I looked at Valentina, whose eyes seemed diffused. I could see that she didn’t want to stay anywhere else, but with me. Elwood was right though.

  “I’ll find somewhere for her to stay,” I said, and he tipped his head to me.

  “And let’s make sure that those motherfucking Black Skulls know exactly what they’re in for. Using kids for fight clubs is not going to go unpunished,” he cried out loud, and a huge cheer flew around the room. The MC was still bloodthirsty. Our business wasn’t finished yet.

  I met Valentina’s eyes and a weak smile formed on her face. She knew I had meant it when I told her that I was going to keep her safe. Before we walked away from Elwood, he stopped us in our tracks.

  “I’ve always been curious. What the fuck does Muerte Viviente mean? Something Spanish?” Elwood was speaking to Valentina directly. She smiled, as she answered him.

  “Living Death,” she said.

  Chapter 8

  Valentina

  “Where are we going to go?” I asked Jesus as we walked out of the bar that was bustling with noise now. My first experience of Church had been exhilarating. One moment I was trembling with fear and nervousness, and in the next, I had gathered up courage out of nowhere to hold a conversation with the leader of the Rogue Rebels. A man I knew Papi used to despise.

  “I don’t know, I’ll figure it out,” Jesus said as I followed him out to his Harley.

  “They call you King?” I asked him, and he turned to me with a half-grin and then shrugged his shoulders.

  “Yeah. Nobody has called me by my name in years. It sounds strange coming from you,” he said, and we stared into each other’s eyes. It was still hard to imagine, that after all these years, here we were, both grown-ups, talking to each other. We had just had sex. He had been inside me.

  The sound of footsteps behind me interrupted us and Jesus looked up at the muscular, tall man who was walking towards us now.

  “I just spoke to Moira,” the man said.

  “Yeah?” Jesus replied as I swung my face expectantly between the two of them.

  “She’s willing to house Valentina for a while, till things settle down,” he said, and the two men shook hands.

  “Thanks, brother,” Jesus said, and the man shrugged his shoulders casually.

  “I’m Commando, by the way,” he turned to me next and gave me his hand.

  “I’m Valentina,” I said, shaking it and he grinned. Then he looked at Jesus again and was gone.

  “Who is Moira?” I asked him, while we walked over to his Harley.

  “Commando’s sister. She doesn’t actually live here anymore. Commando just got married, and she came down for the wedding, and she’s still here. I’ll take you to her place. Commando is right, you’ll be safe there,” Jesus told me as he helped me up on his bike.

  When I wrapped my arms around his waist, I did feel safe. There was nowhere I could feel safer than with him. Ten years later, and he was still the only person I could depend on.

  xxx

  Moira was pretty and smiled kindly at us when she let us into her apartment.

  “It’s been a long time, King. And you must be Valentina, King’s friend,” Moira said as she held the door open for us. I watched as she and Jesus hugged and I’d noticed the way she had said the word “friend.” Everyone knew that there was more to us than that.

  “I’m sorry for imposing on you like this,” I said to Moira, who ushered us into her living room. She waved her hand in the air.

  “Don’t be silly. I know exactly how it feels to want to get away from the MC world. That’s exactly why I left,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “Besides, my brother seems to think that the safest place for you to be would be here. I hope that’s true,” she added and led us towards one of the two bedrooms in the back of the apartment.

  “Thanks, Moira,” Jesus told her, and she hugged him again.

  “I would say to you to take care of yourself, but I know you’re already doing that,” Moira said with a broad beaming smile, and I entered the room and immediately felt at home.

  “I’m going out for a few drinks, Valentina, you should settle in. Feel free to raid my closet for clothes or any other stuff that you need. You should feel entirely comfortable here,” she added, while she was already half way out of the door.

  “Thank you,” I called after her, but she had shut the bedroom door behind her.

  “She seems lovely,” I told Jesus, who was staring at me again.

  “Yeah, she’s a gem,” he replied, and I sat down on the bed with a thump. It was a springy mattress, and it made me bounce and smile. Jesus still looked worried, like he was still not at peace.

  “Thank you too, Jesus…I haven’t actually thanked you for everything you’ve done and are doing,” I said, and he walked towards me. He had his hands thrust into the pockets of his leather jacket and was studying my face.

  “You don’t have to thank me, Valentina. You might not know this, but you saved me when I was at my lowest. You gave me hope that things could be better,” he was speaking in a thick low voice while we stared at each other. I could see that he meant every word he was saying.

  “Please don’t worry about me here, Jesus. I’ll be okay…your friends are right, I’ll be safe, you’ll be safest if I don’t live with you,” I said, and he stepped even closer to me.

  I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he was hovering over me, looking down at me with narrowed dark eyes.

  “I don’t care what happens to me,” he grunted.

  “Okay…then don’t worry about me,” I said.

  A few moments of silence passed between us, and I could hear him breathing heavily.

  “You shouldn’t have come back, Valentina, now they won’t rest till they have you back,” he said, and I gulped. He had no idea how glad I was that I had come back. He didn’t know that I would have given anything to see him again. Nothing had changed in these ten years that we had spent apart. I was just as much in love with him now as I had been when we were nineteen.

  “But I’m here now, and I’m safe, and you should be happy about rescuing all those kids from the fighting ring,” I told him, craning my neck to look up at him.

  Jesus’ eyes were focused on my face. I could see that he was thinking something, trying to make up his mind about something.

  “I should go,” he said, out of the blue, when I was least expecting him to speak. A sudden thud landed on my chest. I hadn’t even given a thought to the fact that me staying with Moira would mean that Jesus would have to leave at some point. I didn’t want us to be apart, but it was inevitable.

  I nodded my head wordlessly. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. It felt like we had just found each other and now we were going to be apart again. It filled me with the kind of fear I had never felt before. Not even when Juan was holding me captive in that motel room.

  Jesus took a step back from me, his eyes still on me and
then he turned around and walked to the bedroom door. I watched him with a heaving chest as he placed a hand on the doorknob. I felt like I could have just burst out into tears at that moment. I wanted him to stay.

  Jesus turned the knob and pulled the door open. My breath was caught in my throat. But instead of stepping out, he slammed the door back shut again.

  I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as he turned on his heels and strode to me.

  I gasped and fell back on the bed when he threw himself on me. I caught his face with my hands as our lips met. I opened my mouth, his tongue pushed into me and our breaths collided.

  Jesus had pinned me down flat on the bed with his body, his hands feeling my torso as he slowly lifted up my top. His hands cupped my breasts, and I arched my back, shuddering under his touch. His mouth remained fixed on mine, his tongue thrusting in and out of me while he moved his hips against mine.

  Our clothes felt like they were going to burn away. I’d just had him, but I wanted him again. I could feel the angry throb of his cock in his pants. My pussy was wet too, under the barrier of my jeans and underwear.

  When his hands found my nipples, I moaned into his mouth. Jesus had always known how to tease me, to thrill me to the point of no return so that he could stand back and watch me crash and burn. My nipples pebbled under his touch, yearning for his mouth, but his tongue was occupied with my lips.

  I moved my hips, trying to raise myself up to meet his cock. It was like we were fused together. We were going to dry hump our way to an orgasm at this rate!

  I fumbled with his clothes, desperate to see him naked now and Jesus pulled his face away from me so that he could ease off his jacket and then his t-shirt.

  I gasped when I saw his naked body. I had fantasized about it for so long, and now finally I saw it. I rose myself off the bed slightly, just so that I could reach out and touch the angles of his abs. He was wide and strong, his muscles moving like a well-oiled machine with every move that he made. His biceps bulged, and his belly was washboard flat. That light dusting of dark hair remained in the center of his chest, where the tattoo of a cross was a new addition.

  I ran my fingertips over the intricate art, and we looked into each other’s eyes. Jesus’ religion was an integral part of his life, and I could see that it hadn’t diminished. A cross hung from a silver chain around his neck and now as he lowered himself back down on me, it swung over my face.

  “I have to have you,” he mumbled under his breath, and I parted my lips.

  His hands roughly drew up my crop top, and my bra-clad breasts were revealed to him. He lowered his head, and I could feel his hot breath falling on me. I was on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side and he wedged himself between my thighs.

  Slowly, and like he was concentrating on detonating the bomb, he undid the clasps of my bra. He pulled my top over my head and then my bra, and I felt the tingle of the cold air in the room on my skin. My nipples ached for him, but his hands had moved down to my jeans now.

  Slowly, he undid those as well, and he jerked it down my legs till they fell away to the floor. He splayed his hand over my panties, and then hooking his fingers on the elastic, he pulled that down too.

  Once again, I was completely naked while Jesus was only partially so. I wanted to see his cock. That big magnificent cock of his, that was capable of setting my body on fire. His waist was narrow in his jeans, and a dark trail of hair disappeared down his navel into his pants. My body shuddered.

  Jesus brought his mouth to my nipple abruptly. He had taken me by surprise, and I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair as he latched himself to me. I arched my back, throwing my head back in pleasure as his mouth engulfed my nipple. He sucked and tugged, and I could feel the growing, throbbing ache between my legs.

  They were spread apart, winding around his hips and ass, pulling him closer to me while he continued to suck on my breast. Then his fingers traveled down, over my belly, till he had reached the hot wet core between my thighs.

  I bit down on my lip as he teased my folds. With his thumb, he started stroking my clit, and I knew I was getting close.

  “You’re not allowed to come till I let you,” I heard him say, suddenly lifting his face from my breasts. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I liked being told what to do, by him and only by him. Controlling my wave of orgasm was going to be an effort, and I tried to control my breathing.

  He wasn’t making it easy for me, rubbing my clit and stroking my wet pussy while he sucked on my other breast.

  I dug my nails into his back, feeling the power in his biceps as he kept his hands working away at my pussy. Then I felt one finger slip in. I moaned loudly, arching my body to meet his, while his finger slid deep inside me. A second finger joined in and then a third, within a minute, three of his fingers were thrusting in and out of my pussy, and I could feel my juices trickling out.

  “Jesus…please…” I begged him to let me come.

  He stopped sucking on my breast and looked at me with an amused twinkle in his eye.

  “Not so fast, baby,” he said and increased the pace of his fingers. With his thumb on my clit, and his fingers sliding in and out of me, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. I was going to have to defy him; my body was giving up.

  I cried out just as I was about to explode, but Jesus pulled his fingers out of me, lifting his mouth away from my breasts as well. He straightened himself up, and I watched with my breath sucked in, as he stood over me, undoing his jeans.

  When his boxers came down, I finally saw that cock again. Raging red, with a glistening tip, big and ready with his balls hanging hungrily down. I wanted to feel those balls smacking against my ass as he drove into me.

  I parted my legs for him, not shy to ask for what I wanted. Jesus had a grin on his face as he joined me on the bed again, this time, grabbing my waist with both hands to flip me around.

  I purred at the thought of what was going to happen. I flipped my head back, my hair flying in a tumble over my shoulders as I arched my torso, sticking my ass up towards him. My belly was flat, pinned down on the mattress and then I felt his hands on me again. His large, strong hands, warm and firm on either side of my waist.

  He was planting himself on the edge of the bed, hovering over me with his cock pressing down on my back now. Just a trailer of the force with which he was going to thrust into me. His grip on my body was strong, and he lifted one hand to slap my ass. I felt the pinch on my skin, and I winced and then purred again.

  “You like that?” he growled, and I nodded my head. I wanted him to slap my ass again, and he obliged. It came down with a smack on my skin, and I moaned.

  “Come on my command,” he grunted, just as I felt his hands parting my ass. With one finger, he tested the stickiness of my pussy. He didn’t need to do that; I was dripping wet. My pussy was swollen and ready for his cock.

  Jesus grunted when he pushed his cock into my pussy, and my body slid over the mattress from the force. I moaned, pressing my eyes closed from the sensation of having him inside me again.

  His hands were holding me down; my ass was sticking up, giving him access to my deepest hottest core. His cock slid out of me, completely and he waited for one heartbeat before he thrust it back into me and I cried out again.

  “Not yet, baby,” he murmured under his heavy breaths, and I pulled at the bedsheets with my clenched fists, and Jesus thrust his cock into me again.

  He was reaching me deep inside, right where I knew the spot was. My body shook from the sensation as he started pulling and pushing rhythmically now. Over and over again. Our voices were loud as we moaned, Jesus grunted, and I called out his name.

  He slapped my ass once again, and it pushed me over the edge. I liked it when he acknowledged his possession of me, the fact that I was giving myself up to him completely. He could do whatever he wanted with me.

  “Come for me, Valentina,” he hissed in my ear, bringing his face close to mine and I let mysel
f go. I cried out in absolute pleasure as the wave of my orgasm took over me. My toes curled, and I fell forward while Jesus continued to thrust into me. Till I could finally feel him shoot as well, emptying himself into me with quick jerks, his grip tightening on my waist as we came together.

  I wanted to laugh when my orgasm began to simmer down. I wanted to laugh out with joy, and just when I opened my mouth to do so, I heard a cell phone ringing somewhere.

  Jesus pulled himself out of me with a quick slide, and I turned around on the bed. He was rummaging in the pockets of his jeans for his cell phone, and I felt that familiar tug in my heart. That moment had come to an end. We were back to being “friends,” as he had put it to his brothers at the bar.

  “Yeah,” Jesus’ voice was deep as he tried to mask his heavy breathing. He kept his eyes averted from me, while he listened to the voice on the other end of the line.

  I watched him with sadness as he began dressing.

  “Okay. Give me fifteen minutes,” I heard him say and then he ended the call.

  Jesus was already halfway through dressing, and I tugged the covers over my bare body.

  “I have to go. You’ll be safe here,” he said when our eyes finally met. He was putting his jacket back on, and I threw him a smile.

  “Of course,” I replied. What else could I do? This was his life now…I couldn’t expect him to stay with me forever.

  Chapter 9

  King

  Elwood had given us the command to go into the gambling bar where the Black Skulls usually gathered. When I rode there, I saw that Slade, Commando, Girth and a handful of my other brothers from the MC were already waiting to go in.

  “Aren’t we going to be outnumbered?” I said, jumping off my bike and walking towards the others.