Epilogue
ONYX
One month later
Agitation simmered on the surface as I forced a breath out between clenched teeth. What the fuck was I doing wrong?
I whisked the egg white harder, trying to get them to so-called stiff peaks. Who the fuck did this shit by hand? I ground my teeth as my wrist screamed in agony. My forearm was starting to lock up. And yet there wasn't any change. The egg whites were foamy but that was about it.
"Lucero."
"Yes, bella?" His voice was a lot closer than I'd expected.
I barely contained my jump of surprise. My husband was such a creeper. He was huge as hell and still had the capability of sneaking up on me. I turned, the bowl in hand, whisk still going.
"Are you sure this is what I'm supposed to be doing? Nothing has changed."
Lucero smiled down at me with that stupid look in his eyes. The one that said he loved me so much he just wanted to scream it. How anyone could love me that much was beyond me but I was well past the point of doubting it.
"Hmm, well, you're doing it?—"
"Wrong. I fucking suck at this." I was ready to put the shit in the trash and run to the bakery a block away from our place instead. I had no clue why I thought I could try making angel food cake. The damn thing should be labeled as the devil's food cake. Shit was impossible.
Lucero gently placed his huge hands over mine before I could throw anything. "Not wrong, but the way you're going about it, it will take a few hours."
"Your family will be here before then."
He nodded. "Want help?"
"I'm supposed to be making this alone," I grumbled. Shit wasn't easy. Give me an underhanded human trafficker surrounded by security. I'd have him dead within the hour. Me in the kitchen, either the whole place was going up in flames or I'd make a huge fucking mess.
"How many times have you tried?" Lucero asked, looking around at the mess in the kitchen.
There were countless bowls scattered around the kitchen. Over five cartons of eggs, and not to mention, the broken KitchenAid Cara had gifted us.
"I had to figure out how to separate the yolk from the slimy whites. That shit is hard. It kept breaking and then I had to start all over. Watching videos barely helped."
Lucero nodded like he understood my frustrations, but how could he? My big idiot husband was a damn God in the kitchen.
"I'm so proud of you, Onyx."
My head snapped up. I hadn't noticed that I'd been staring at the ground. Our eyes met, and I was met with an intensity that left little doubt in my head with his sincerity.
"But I failed."
Lucero sat the bowl to the side and scooped me up in a matter of seconds. It was like second nature now for me to wrap my arms around his neck and for my legs to hook around him. He brought us face-to-face before kissing me.
"Yeah, but you didn't know how to do any of this before today, right?"
I pulled back a little. "But?—"
Lucero lips met mine, stealing my words and my breath away.
A spark of electricity trickled over my lips and traveled down my throat, and throbbed in the middle of my chest. I opened my mouth, falling prey to my husband's tongue.
The way he eagerly ran it over the seam of my mouth screamed he wanted in.
I could practically imagine him begging.
Desire twisted something inside of me, and I withdrew before giving in to him. I didn't want to imagine anything. I wanted it all, and Lucero was going to give it to me.
A whimper leaked from between his parted lips that had my cock perking up and forming a tent in my lilac skirt. Neither one of us said anything but it didn't go without notice.
"Bella, why did you pull away?" Lucero asked.
I wiped his lips with my thumb. "You want to keep kissing me?" Heat swept up my spine, threatening to consume me.
"Yes, please."
That's it . There was nothing like the pleasure that swept through me when hearing the desperation in Lucero's voice or seeing the undeniable need written all over his face.
A shiver raced up my spine, leaving behind goosebumps.
More.
Lucero sat me on the counter, getting as close as humanly possible, forcing my legs wider to accommodate him.
"Onyx." His heavy hands crept up my bare thighs as he pushed the skirt up higher.
"I need more." Lucero lowered his head once more, a breath away from kissing me again.
"Master, please. I'm nothing without you.
" His gaze zeroed in on my lips as another whimper came from him.
"Pretty please. I'll be good for you. I need you.
Need you so bad. Your soft lips." His words were scratching some part of my brain that made it impossible to think.
"Your touch." With each word out of his mouth, his voice grew intensely more ragged.
"All of you." He groaned, and I felt every part of the vibration through my body. "Please."
My skirt was ruined for sure as precum soaked through the fabric. When did Lucero get so good at playing me? My mouth opened and closed as my brain shattered for a split second. His calloused fingers skirted over my hard, panty-clad cock, only adding to the arousal running rampant in my body.
I swallowed as the need to see my husband put back in his place took over.
"You think that will suffice?" I grabbed the collar of his shirt, wishing I had his spiked collar to grab onto instead. "Show me."
Lucero didn't question me as he dropped down to his knees and shoved the skirt of the way.
He buried his face between my thighs without a moment of hesitation.
His eager hot mouth left wet kisses up and down my clothed cock.
Every stroke of his tongue over my cock made me weak in the knees.
Pleasure wasn't simmering in the pit of my stomach, a full-on inferno was waging war inside of me.
I rolled my hips up, wanting to bury my cock down his throat and watch as saliva dripped down his chin.
"Lucero, open your mouth."
He pulled back slightly, opening his mouth for me, his tongue lolling out like a dog.
I want to ruin him.
The most wonderful thing about Lucero was I knew I was the only one who would ever be allowed to.
I grabbed his cheeks and spat in his mouth. The big man moaned like I'd just sucked his cock.
"Swallow."
Lucero followed the instruction without thought. His mouth was open once more and his tongue hung there as if he was asking for more.
"Good boy."
I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my panties down enough to free my cock. The head was swollen and a deep red. Precum glistened the tip.
"Wait."
Lucero physically vibrated on the spot. His eyes were glued to me, waiting for a simple command. How the hell had I gotten so lucky?
"Okay."
My husband was on me in a flash, and his hot mouth wrapped around my cock. My toes curled as he took me to the back of his throat. Tight wet heat enveloped me and coaxed more pleasure through me. I moaned as he swallowed around me, making his throat milk my cock.
I wasn't going to last if he kept doing that. No man should be so fucking good at sucking cock. Thinking about how he got the skills made me want to go on a murdering spree. Instead, I pulled Lucero's hair, forcing him up the length of my cock only to slam him back down.
"Your mouth was made for my cock, baby." I held his head down as I rolled my hips up, thrashing in the pleasure that consumed me.
His moan of agreeance sent delicious vibrations straight to my balls. I bit down on my lip, tasting blood. The pain did very little to muddy the ecstasy coursing in my veins.
I repeated the process, pulling him back only to force my cock back down his throat and hold him there. I didn't dare let him up until his body started to move, showing signs he needed air.
"You are suffocating on my cock. You love it, don't you?" I didn't need confirmation when he eagerly kept gobbling me up like I was his last meal.
Mine. I was never going to let Lucero go.
I was so wrapped up in my husband's throat skills that I'd almost missed the sound of my front door opening. It was accompanied by a multitude of voices.
No.
I glanced at the clock on the stove. We had another hour at least.
"Fuck, fuck." I shoved at Lucero's head. He fought me for all of five seconds. But I'd be damned if I was caught with my dick down his throat.
I knew I forgot something when I got back in town after a mission. His fucking family and their lack of boundaries. The goddamn locks were still the same as the ones his entire family had the key too.
He released my cock with an audible pop. I was off the counter and snatched up Lucero's apron that said Kiss the Chef in big bold letters. The end of it kissed below my knees, but the best part about it was that it was heavy and hid my hard-on better than my skirt ever could.
"Luci! Onyx!" Lilian’s voice carried over to the kitchen and panic set in further. "Are you boys sure it's okay we walked in?"
"Yep, Onyx said we could come in," Elia said.
When the fuck did I say that?
“Lucero, what the fuck are they doing here?” I glared at my idiotic husband as I tried not to freak the fuck out even more.
I was pretty certain I'd told all of them not to do this. Panic rose up, and I looked around the kitchen, trying to figure out if there was anything I needed to hide. If there was any evidence of what we'd been doing.
"Okay. Boys, we're early, I know, but the—" Lucero's mother stopped dead in her tracks.
She stepped into the kitchen. Her hair was skillfully done in big curls that framed her angular face.
Her knowing gaze skipped over to Lucero, still kneeling on the ground, and back to me.
I know my face had to be beet red. Heat flooded my cheeks.
This cannot be happening.
"Putain, c'est embarrassant."
"Dear, where am I putting this?" Lucero's father stopped right next to his wife. He took one look around the place and muffled his laughter. "Well, they have a good marriage, nothing to worry about there."