20. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Marcus
My eyes blink open and my head aches. My stomach lurches from nausea and the smell of fish doesn't help. Neither does the swaying of my body as the surface I'm on rocks beneath me. I'm on a boat. I try to move, but my body is being restrained by rope.
"Hola, sleepy head. I hope your head doesn't hurt too bad." The voice comes from behind me, deep and familiar. I tug on the rope, shifting in the seat. I twist my neck to face the person the approaching footsteps belong to.
"Why am I here?
He grins cheekily, inching closer with confidence in each stride. "For our perfect date I promised to take you on."
"Do you usually kidnap your dates? If so, there's plenty of ways to woo people and this isn't it."
His brows furrow. "What do you mean? Did I do it wrong?"
I glance around taking in the champagne, glasses, and dinner laid out on a small table connecting to the boat.
"You're supposed to ask people to go on the date first."
"I did ask, and you said you'd think about it. I thought I could help you make up your mind."
"That's…that's not how it works."
He shrugs. "Sounded logical to me at the time."
I sigh. "Well in the real world the word yes has to actually be said to the person asking. Normal people don't put the person they're pursuing to sleep by injecting them in a church's confession booth. They don't tie them up before bringing them for a romantic dinner on a boat in the middle of the lake either."
He squints, frowning. "I’m still not sure what the issue is. I thought you’d be pleased with all the effort I put in and since when are we normal people?"
I sigh, not even sure how to respond to that. He's right. Nothing about my life has exactly followed the expectations of most people. Especially when it came to him. Nothing between us was ever that simple and easy. Not to mention I did leave him tied up in a hotel room after distracting him with sex and wrote a threatening message on the mirror. "I guess it was only a matter of time before I was the one to wake up with my hands tied behind my back."
"Consider us even."
I huff. "I guess since I'm here I might as well eat. Looks like we are a long way from land and the food does smell delicious. You must have guessed my dinner time correctly, because I'm starving."
He cocks his head, grinning. "Isn't it endearing that even after all these years I can still read your mind?" He runs his fingers down the center of my body, lightly caressing my belt. I shudder, hoping the tenting in my pants isn't noticeable.
He leans in, his lips tickling my ear as he uses a knife to cut the ropes free. "Maybe I can't woo you, but I sure can make you hard."
He sucks on my lower lip, leaving me more light-headed than before. The ropes fall to the floor, and he takes a step back. "Come join me at the table."
I stretch out my neck and adjust myself in my pants before standing up. I lean on the chair when my knees nearly buckle. He holds out a hand and I slowly take it.
"How long have we been out here?"
"Not long. Don't worry I told Isaiah to let your men know you're alive and safe."
"Are you sure that's the truth?"
"As long as I'm around no harm will come to you."
I roll my eyes, scoffing. "I've heard that before."
"I mean it this time.”
I swallow hard and take a seat at the table. My eyes widen when I notice a plate of lemon bars in the center.
He opens the containers and fills each of our plates. "Starting now, for as long as we are on this boat, I'm not me and you're not you."
"Who are we then?"
"A college professor and baker having a normal dinner.”
I laugh. “A normal dinner that comes after kidnapping?”
He twists his lips, lifting up his glass of champagne. “I’m sorry I ruined your fantasy so far. I promise to get it right for the rest of the night.” He brings the glass to his lips, his eyes full of disappointment. Not aimed at me but himself.
He hasn’t traditionally dated anyone before and the person he had married tried to have him killed more than once. With us having to sneak around all the time and him being forced to live with a woman who hated him, he was never given the chance to learn what a relationship was. Of course he doesn’t know how it’s supposed to work. I don’t either, but maybe we could figure it out together. I'm exhausted, lonely, and weighed down by bitterness. I don’t want to stay angry with the person I love most in the world, not when I can be happy with him. I reach out for his hand, wrapping his fingers in mine. He’s right, things are different, we’re different—yet the same in all the best ways. “I don’t care about following some fantasy we made up a long time ago. Why be them when we can be us?”
His eyes lock mine in place, his gaze intense and consuming. “I thought you said people like us can’t have happily ever afters.”
I stand up from my chair and crawl into his lap, taking his face in my hands. “You used to say we could have whatever we wanted.”
“What do you want?”
I swallow hard with my pulse beating in my ears. “This.” I kiss him softly on the lips, rocking my erection into his.
He presses his forehead to mine, stroking my back. “And all I want is you. I don’t care how or where.”
My breath catches in my throat and I brush my lips over his. “So take me then.”
He stands up, lifting me with him, holding on to my thighs while I wrap my arms around his neck claiming his mouth with mine. Our tongues dance along with each other, remembering the rhythm of their favorite song. Our kiss is slow and careful. We had spent so many nights in the past rushing and living on borrowed time. There’s no reason to hurry now and I want to take our time earning back all that was stolen from us. The naked moments spent in bed, holding one another while we slept, and the good morning kisses. With them all being in arms reach, it’s hard not to want them all. He carries me the few steps leading down to the small bedroom and lays me on the bed. Crawling on top of me, his desperate fingers tug at my clothes until I’m lying completely naked underneath him. Our heavy breathing fills the small space, and he licks and nips at my neck as if he’s tasting me for the first time. “Bésame.”
“Donde?”
“Everywhere,” I rasp.
His lips start on my mouth, slowly trailing down my neck and stopping between my pecs to lap at each nipple. I moan, and wiggle underneath him needing so much more than he’s giving. As if he’s reading my mind, he licks down my happy trail and rubs his nose into my pubic hair. His tongue licks up and down my length before swiping over my slit. “So delicious and absolutely perfect.”
He takes the head of my cock between his lips, driving me wild with his teasing tongue and light suction. He kisses down to my balls, licking and sucking each one until I'm mumbling unintelligible sounds. My thighs shake and my breath comes out in pants when he laps at my hole, getting it wet with his hot mouth.
How could I have ever resisted? Why would I try and escape something so wonderful? The way he worships my body sends me to higher planes, floating above the planets and stars. Reveling in pleasure, I arch my hips, spreading my legs wider. His lips travel down my legs and he bites on the inside of each thigh, covering me in his marks. I want them everywhere until every inch of my skin is blotchy and bruised.
"Turn over, precious." I freeze, clinging to the bed. I know he's probably seen some of my scars before at the club, but with the fantasy gone, I feel more bare and exposed. The ones on my back were the ones I'd kept hidden from the world. I swear I can still feel the ache and sting of the switches. Some days more than others.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"I...my back…"
He kisses my hip. "Every part of you is beautiful."
A small smile tugs at my lips and I slowly flip over to my stomach, sucking in a sharp breath.
Miguel's fingers trace each line and welt on my back, appreciating every flaw and rough surface of my skin. His lips electrify every part of my body the more they trace the scars, leaving sparks to dance along every surface. His kisses are gentle and loving the way they used to be. My body still responds the same, as if no time has passed.
"I have something that belongs to you." He reaches for something under the pillow. The cool metal of the gun makes my skin tingle as he runs it down my spine. "This should stay with you. I don't expect to have it come back to me again unless you're with it. Is that clear, Mi conejito?"
"Si, Papi. Please fuck me now."
"Not tonight."
"Why not?" I ask, coming off more needy than planned.
"Because right now, I'd much rather make love to you."
My heart swells in my chest and he moves the gun down my body, caressing the back of my legs and inner thighs. "So perfect, so mine." A low growl crawls up his throat and my cock twitches against the mattress.
He spits inside my hole, rubbing over my pucker before shoving a finger inside me. He slides in and out a few times and I grind my hips into the mattress when he adds a second finger.
A pillow gets shoved underneath me, lifting my ass higher, allowing his other hand to wrap around my cock. His fingers slide in out of me, working in sync with his other hand. I thrust my hips, fucking into his palm while he shoves his fingers deeper, curling them inside me. On the verge of erupting, my cock twitches and his hand lets go before I can reach my orgasm.
I whine in disappointment, missing the friction. He doesn't stop stimulating my prostate, hitting it repeatedly each time he slams back into me. I shudder, pushing back toward his hand. He teases my hard nubs, twisting and pinching with his other fingers. His hand slides down my body, caressing every curve and crevice. It's all too much and not enough at the same time.
My hole clenches and my walls squeeze around the intrusion as warmth crawls up the front of my body. Once again he denies me my orgasm after pushing me too close to the edge. Ripples of pleasure travel through me from the over stimulation. It's both torturous and enthralling. He licks over my rim, slapping his hand against my upper thigh. I bite back a moan and my bottom lip trembles between my teeth. He spanks me again, his palm coming down on my ass cheek with a smack.
I grip the sheets, biting into the pillow letting the waves of endorphins send a rush to my head, fogging my brain. He laps over the stinging skin of my ass, and he bites hard into my flesh, teasing my body with his hands. The more he delays my release, the more desperate I am for it. When he finally shoves his cock inside me, my body tenses. The more he moves inside me, the more colorful the dark room is. Flashes of light cloud my vision as he continues pounding my ass, our skin slapping together.
"Come for me baby. Scream my name."
I come hard and his name spills from my lips repeatedly as I chase my orgasm. It's intense, mind blowing and has my body coming alive. Miguel comes inside me after a few more thrusts of his hips, groaning loudly and shaking on top of me. He falls to his side and pulls my body into his, wrapping me in a tight hold with our limbs tangled. "I hope you don't expect me to walk away now."
I rub my ass into his crotch, humming softly. "No, I expect you to fuck me in the morning."
The chance to wake up in Miguel's arms the next day is something Julia had always stolen from me. Even when dead she'd continued to keep us apart and I let her.
Not anymore.