Wrapping my arms around her, I held her as close as I could. I pushed into her again and again, faster and faster, until Adelita tucked her head into the crook of my shoulder and cried out into my neck.
Her pussy squeezed around my cock, and the feel of it tipped me over the edge. Smashing my lips to Adelita’s, I groaned as I came. Lita’s fingers dug into my arms as I spilled inside her. I rocked into her until I nothing left. My head dropped to the mattress beside her as I caught my breath. Adelita kept her arms wrapped around me.
When I pulled back, Adelita rolled her head so she could see me. “I never thought . . .” she said and a tear fell from her eye. It fucking destroyed me. “I never thought we’d get this.” She ran her hand over my cheek. “I hoped and I prayed so hard that I was sure God would tire of my voice. But deep down, I didn’t think we’d ever escape our lives. I didn’t think you would be safe leaving the Klan, and I never dreamed I would actually leave the hacienda and my home.”
“I told you we would,” I rasped. “I promised you, princess. I don’t fucking break my promises.”
“You don’t,” she whispered and kissed my cheek where my hand had just been. “You did it. You kept your word.” Adelita looked away, and a sad smile pulled on her lips.
“What?”
“You’re the first person who ever has . . . kept their word. Kept their promises. You, Tanner Ayers. My white prince . . . or maybe it should just be my prince now. The old title is not who you are anymore.”
My chest and throat felt so fucking full at her words that I couldn’t speak. So I kissed her. I kissed her, lifting her to the head of the bed and into my arms. Adelita laid her head on my chest. Her hand found the tattoo of her necklace. I felt her smile against my chest. “When did you get this?”
I ran my fingers through her dark hair. “Not long after I left the Klan. I got your necklace inked on me so I would never forget what I was fighting for.”
Adelita lifted her head, then kissed the tattoo of the gold necklace. Her eyes went to my other tattoos, and her finger started tracing Hitler’s eagle, the swastika, and the white-power symbol I used to show off with pride.
“Mi amor. Why, if you’ve left this life behind, do you still wear these tattoos?”
My jaw clenched as flickers of my old life flashed through my head like a damn movie reel. “Because it reminds me of what I’ve done.” I cupped Adelita’s face and made sure she was looking right at me. “I’ve done fucked-up things, Lita. You get that, right?”
Adelita nodded her head. She covered my hands that were still on her face with hers. “But you have walked away from that life. You have walked away from the prejudice, the violence.” She smiled. “You have worked for two years to change your life to be with me. A Mexican. A proud Mexican. That, Tanner Ayers, proves you are no longer the man you used to be.” Her hand started tracing the tattoos again. “Maybe it is time to change them into something else. Maybe you should start showing the world that you are no longer the Klan heir.”
My chest loosened from the rope I felt strung around my lungs. Adelita got to her knees, the comforter falling off us and showing me her naked body. Fuck. She was beautiful. She sat back on her heels and started studying me. Every inch of my body. Bitch was gonna make me hard again. A smile pulled on her lips. My hands held her slim waist. “What?”
Adelita’s fingers threaded through my hair. “You have hair.” She ran her fingers through the short strands. I hadn’t bothered to shave it again since I’d joined the Hangmen.
My lip twitched, fighting a smile. “I have hair.”
“You look different.” Adelita ran her dark eyes all over me. “Parts of you are still the same, but you seem different. Does that make sense?”
I nodded. “You look exactly the same. Still beautiful. Still perfect. Still you.”
“And still yours.” As those words left Adelita’s mouth, coldness ran through me. She must have seen it. Her smile fell and her face clouded with worry.