10. Chapter
Chapter
Miguel
Marcus needs to be better at hiding his cameras. The shifted flowers don’t go unnoticed. Not much does to a man like me. The memory comes back of my dead father-in-law saying how good I am when it comes to attention to detail. " Nothing gets past you. "
No words have ever been more wrong. I dig my nails into the palm of my hand to keep my mind focused on the pain, instead of my old memories of the past that will forever haunt me. Marcus may be alive, but my heart is still having a hard time letting go of what it had been tricked to believe all these years. My phone makes a noise and I pick it up from the dresser. It's an alert on my other tracker, one I'd removed from my key fob. I guess he hasn't thought to check the bag he uses to carry toys in. It appears to be in the trunk of the main car he drives.
Where are you going, mi amor?
He’d show me soon enough. My eyes widen with curiosity as the car heads closer to the nearest airport. He's flying somewhere and from the looks of it, so am I. I call Able and have them get my jet ready. I'm not sure where he's going yet, but when I find out, I will be right behind him. I pay attention to the coordinates while I go from sitting to standing several times in a short span of time. After the car comes to a stop, I throw all my stuff in my suitcase. I even take the camera with me. It could be of some use to me later. My worries of not being able to find him once he gets on the plane don't last long. He's taking the bag with him.
Either he knows and he wants me to follow him, or he's going somewhere that requires him to bring his toys. I'm more than willing to follow no matter the reason. My phone buzzes and there's a message from Able about being outside. I grab my things and rush down to the lobby to check out. I don't want my sweetheart to be without me for too long.
Able is waiting in the driver's seat and my two guards are standing outside the car when I make it outside the building. They know I hate when they hover over me. Them being in the same location as me is good enough. I have my ways of sending out an SOS when I need it.
"Ready?" Able glances up at me through the cracked window.
“I have been this whole time."
One of my men takes my bag. He opens the door, and the two guards get in the back once I'm safely inside. I give them the satisfaction of thinking they’re doing something important even when I’m perfectly capable of getting in the car without any assistance. Unlike my son, I actually bring protection with me at all times.
"Are we flying out right away?"
I shake my head, turning up the heat. Wherever Marcus is going, I sure hope it's warmer there. "No. We will wait and see where his plane lands first."
"So we are going on some wild goose chase for this man now?"
"You do keep saying I need to take a vacation and if I choose to spend it this way, then so be it."
"I just hope he's worth it."
He definitely is and would be every damn time. When we reach my jet, we wait until Marcus lands.
"Looks like we are going back home, Able."
He arches a brow. "So you came all this way for nothing. You could have just waited a few days and he would have come to you."
Knowing Marcus, I’m willing to bet Able’s assumption is wrong. "I don't think so. He might be up to something and I'm probably landing myself straight into a trap."
"Then why go?"
"Why not?"
"Because it could be dangerous. I did some digging and I know who you're following. The man is—"
"The love of my life."
Able's eyes widen and his head tilts. "The love of your life?"
"Yes and haven't you heard people say they would give their life for the man they love? I’d gladly die for this man, even if he's the one pulling the trigger."
"I think you've found your kryptonite."
I laugh, leaning back in my seat. "I don't plan on losing it ever again either, even if in the end he’s the one who ends up destroying me."
I don't care if Marcus is seen as my weakness to others. My strength is depleting the longer I go without him. Whenever he is near, I'm more alive than ever before. I've been running on autopilot this whole time, staying alive because I had to. It's nothing but a chore now. With Marcus everything has more meaning and it’s easier to find joy in the smallest things whenever he’s around. It doesn’t stop. Not when we’re fighting, or when he does everything imaginable to piss me off. I only want him more at the end of the day. It’s the bite and rebelliousness in him that had drew me in to begin with. While he's in need of guidance and discipline, I'm the one to give it to him.
Wanting to be well rested for when I see Marcus again, I take a short nap on the plane. I prefer being knocked out during my trips. I can handle being in the air easier and my anxiety of being up high off the ground doesn’t set in if I’m not awake to notice it. While getting into one of my personal cars, I check the coordinates. My heart shoots up into my throat when I realize where he is. Memories of our last moments at the Red Roof Inn come flooding back, causing my pulse to beat loudly in my ears. I show Able the map and he nods, heading in the direction of the place where I had first learned to trust. I reach into my pocket and pull out the blue pistol. It doesn’t matter who comes back to who at this point as long as in the end we are together.
“Are you sure about this?” Able asks, pulling into the parking lot of the hotel. It’s still not much to look at after all these years and I know he can’t see what I do whenever he looks at it. Only one other person in the world and he is waiting for me inside the place where no one exists but us.
“I can’t turn back now.”
He sighs. “I’ll be out here waiting, no matter how long it takes, and you should bring Cesar with you at least.”
I turn around, glancing between Cesar and Able. “Fine, but you will stay in the lobby.”
“If that’s what you want, boss.”
It’s what I need, for it to be only me and Mi conejito again. Able parks the car in the front of the hotel and Cesar follows me inside. Shaking with nerves, I run up the two flights of stairs. I practically fly out the door when I reach the second floor. The numbers are still hanging crooked on the door. I smile, lightly knocking. The door pushes open with the force of my hand from not being closed all the way. The flutters in my stomach only increase as I enter the room.
I swallow back a groan at the vision in front of me. He’s lying on the bed in a pink silk robe, pulled open the way it is in the photo I carry around with me everywhere I go. I’ve dreamt of this moment many times. Why go back when you can move ahead? I inch closer, steadying my breathing while hoping he can’t hear my heart pounding hard in my chest.
“It took you long enough.” He spreads his legs wider, sliding his hand down the center of his body. He’s pure fucking perfection, only getting better with age.
“Moments like these shouldn’t be rushed.”
“Pretty sure I’ve kept you waiting long enough. You finally have what you want. Why don’t you come get it?”
“What is it you think I want?”
“Me surrendering.”
“Are you sure? You may want to hide the gun tucked under your pillow better if you truly want me to believe that.”
He laughs, throwing his head back. “You don’t miss a thing, do you?”
“Only you. I’ve only ever missed you.”
“Prove it.” He strokes his cock, running his thumb over the tip.
I strip off my clothes, not caring if I’m signing my own death wish. No threat has ever been so sweet and delicious. Crawling onto the bed, I move between his thighs. I reach behind him for the gun and remove the magazine before racking the receiver back to empty the chamber. I grin while tossing them to the floor. “You won’t need those tonight.” I pin him to the headboard, shoving my tongue in his mouth.
He’s as addictive as I remember. My hands are everywhere, touching and teasing every part of his body. He moans into my mouth and my kisses move down his neck. I don’t stop licking my way down until I reach one of his nipples. I suck it into my mouth, tugging and lapping at the center. “Someone’s been a bad boy. I think it’s time you learn a very important lesson.”
“What lesson would that be?” he asks between pants.
“Not to fuck with your papi’s job. Someone won’t get to come tonight and you’re going to show me how sorry you are. First you will drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness and if I think you deserve it, I’ll let you suck Papi’s cock. You want that, precious?”
He shudders. “So much, Papi. I want to be filled with your cum.”
“You have to earn it first.” I press a kiss to his nose. “On the floor.”
He doesn’t argue and rolls off the bed to drop to his knees. Such a pretty sight. One I’ll remember forever. I log it into the back of my brain like the others. Standing in front of him, I slip my hand through his blond locks. He dyed his hair a lighter shade. If it was colored purple, he’d still be just as beautiful as the first day I met him.
“I didn’t think I’d ever get to touch you like this again.” He leans into my touch, practically purring the more I scratch my nails over his scalp. “Someone has been going way too long without being touched properly.”
“I only want to be touched by you, Papi. No one else will do,” he says with begging eyes.
“I’m still waiting for you to apologize for all the trouble you’ve caused.”
“I’m so sorry, Papi. I only wanted your attention. I didn’t know how else to ask without appearing too desperate.” He bats his lashes, turning my ass into putty in his hands.
“What will you do in the future?”
“I promise to use my words from here on out.”
I lift his chin up with my fingers. “What else?”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for what I’ve done.”
“I’m not sure I’m convinced.”
He rubs his face into my crotch, breathing in my scent. “I’m sorry, Papi. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you.”
I tug on his hair, forcing his lustful eyes to meet mine. “Take the tip into your mouth. It will help me decide if you should get more.”
His eyes brighten and he takes the head of my cock between his lips, swiping his tongue over my leaking slit. His restraint not to take more doesn’t come easily. The way he pulls at the carpet on the floor gives him away. His tongue is so desperate and eager. I continue to stroke his hair, indulging in his warmth and hungry mouth. “Go ahead, precious, take me all the way. I want you to keep going until you’re choking on me.”
He wastes no time sliding his mouth down my length, lapping his tongue around it until his nose is nudging the skin above my cock. The tight confinement of his throat nearly has me coming too soon. I grip his hair, caressing the back of his neck. “You’re going to stay still now and let Papi fuck your mouth. Tonight, you are only here for my pleasure. You hear me, precious boy?”
“Si, Papi. Please use me.”
“I will and you will be ruined for every other man.”
“Already am.” He looks up at me with pleading eyes.
I stroke his cheek with my fingers. “Tap on my leg if it becomes too much.”
His nod is all I need as confirmation before shoving my cock back into his mouth. Not being gentle this time, I hold onto him by his hair while I plunge inside his mouth, causing him to gag around my cock. His eyes water and saliva spills around his mouth the closer I am to coming. I don’t want to lose myself this way though. There are better ways for me to lose full control and I won’t do it until I am buried deep inside his ass, claiming him the way my body begs for me to.
I pull him off my cock and he whines in dissatisfaction. “Don’t worry, precious. I have something much better for you. Do you still want my cum?”
“Please. I want you to breed me, Papi. Make me full with your seed. I want my stomach to expand with it.”
I want that too, fuck. “Get back on the bed. On your hands and knees. Present yourself to me like the needy whore you are.”
He moves quickly, leaving the robe on. I walk over to the sink and fill one of the glasses by the coffee pot with water. He's watching me, licking his lips as I bring the cup closer. “Drink this first, baby. I want to make sure your throat doesn’t hurt too much while I fuck you. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will.”
He downs half the glass, balancing himself on one hand. I set the cup on the nightstand and grab a pack of lube from my back pocket. I know he usually prefers me to fuck him without lube, but I don’t know how long it's been since he’s had someone as big as me inside him. Call me cocky, but I’ve had plenty of men want me until they saw how large I was. Marcus had loved it when I stretched him, wrecking his hole until he was left swollen and gaping open.
I position myself behind him, running a hand down his back. He trembles under my touch. Not something I could ever tire from. “Such a good boy when you want to be. You’ll have to be on your best behavior on more than one occasion if you want to come again. Those last orgasms I gave you were more for me than they were for you.”
I slide a lubed finger between his cheeks, breeching past his entrance and curling it when I’m inside him. “Tell me whose hole this is?”
“Yo–ours.”
“Don’t you ever forget either. If I ever catch another man touching you, I’ll kill him and leave you to clean up the mess. Do you understand?”
“Si, Papi.”
“Good.” I shove two more fingers inside with more force this time and he groans, pushing his ass back.
“More,” he begs in between shuddering breaths. “I need you inside me, Papi.”
“Soon, precious. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s been way too long. I need to make sure you're ready first. When's the last time you’ve had someone inside you?”
“Twelve years ago, in this same hotel room.”
I groan, smiling from ear to ear. My cock twitches possessively and I pull out my fingers. He's only ever had me inside him and I'm all he's ever needed. “And you will never have another man inside you for as long as I’m alive. You belong to me and me alone. If you run, I’ll run faster. If you hide, I’ll dig until I find you.”
He bites back a moan, arching his back. “Only you, Papi.”
“Only me.” I line myself up with his hole and slowly push inside. His thighs shake the deeper I go. I submerge myself into his heat, enjoying the way his inner walls squeeze me tight as I shove my way past his ring of muscles. “Mmm so fucking tight. You feel incredible, baby. This is exactly where I belong. Buried deep inside you.”
I rock my hips, sliding in and out slowly at first before pulling out all the way to slam back in. My thrusts go from being long and slow to being short and desperate. His body quakes the harder I fuck into him and he’s spurting unintelligible sounds, with his hole tugging on my cock.
“I…It feels too good. Please touch me.”
I do as he asks, reaching around his body to grip his cock between my fingers. Our bodies move together like waves in an ocean, crashing hard and using the other to gain momentum. I convulse and my cock twitches inside him, begging to be freed of the built up pressure. Resisting the urge to come, a part of me wants to take back my restrictions, so we can reach Nirvana together. I bite my tongue, holding back the word working its way up my throat.
Not yet. I have to stay true to my word. What kind of Papi would I be otherwise?
My thrusts lose rhythm when I come inside him, filling him up the way I'd promised I would. I can’t wait to do it again after we both get some much needed rest. I fall onto my side, pulling him down with me. His cock strains angrily between his stomach and the mattress. I press kisses into his neck, stroking his belly. “Just a little bit longer,” I whisper in his ear.
He stretches out his back before curling onto his side, yawning with half lidded eyes. “We have all the time in the world now, Papi.”
I want to believe him more than anything. I wrap my arms around him and drag the covers over our bodies, not ready to be away from him. “Rest now, precious. We can worry about everything else later.”
…
The loud screaming nearby has my eyes flashing open. It takes me a few minutes to realize it doesn't come from this room. I try to get up, but my hands are tied and hooked to something on the bed, preventing me from going too far. The spot next to me is empty and there’s a message written on the mirror on the closet door. It’s hard to make out the sloppy words at first, so I read it a few more times until I can fully make out each one.
“You left after all. Never say never. Welcome home, Miguel. If you were smart, you would stay your stubborn ass here.”
I look beside me again and there’s something smashed into pieces resting on a pillow. It's the tracker. I grit my teeth, tugging on the rope with no avail. Oh, he'll pay for this and I’m not sure which one of us will enjoy the punishment more.