Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Flora
Aside from Pablo dealing with Humberto, the last nine hours have been a sex fest. You can’t put the genie back in the bottle.
We’ve started, and we can’t seem to stop.
But Pablo’s been so attentive to me, giving me the best orgasms of my life.
He’s so attuned to what I need. I don’t want this to be one-sided.
I don’t want to just take. I’ve tried to explain that, but now I want to show him.
I kiss along his shoulder and neck as my left hand burrows into his hair, and my right hand holds onto his ass. Our kisses are purely affection, and I love them as much as I do the lust-driven ones.
“Fuck, Flora. Every moment of being inside you is fucking heaven.”
“Daddy, fall asleep inside me. Let me hold you.”
He observes me for a moment before he rests his head on the pillow beside mine.
I know he’s still holding some of his weight off me, but I love the feeling of him pressing me into the mattress.
I love how much broader his frame is than mine.
I love how he’s hard where I’m soft. His left hand trails along my thigh, along the side then the back.
He groans, telling me how much he enjoys touching me.
I run my fingers through his hair, my nails scratching his scalp.
He sighs as his eyes drift closed. I know he isn’t asleep because his hand’s still moving on my leg, but he’s relaxed.
It’s as soothing to me as it is to him. I don’t know when he falls asleep, but it’s only moments before I do.
I’ve never been so emotionally connected to a person before, and feeling him inside me as I drift off fulfills one of my oldest fantasies.
“Chiquita, wake up.”
This is the second time he’s woken me in bed, but this time there’s sun brightening the room we’re in. I realize we’re in the private jet’s cabin, and we’re still in the sky. From how bright it is, I know it must be early afternoon as we fly toward the sun.
“We’re going to land in twenty minutes.”
Shit!
I slept way longer than I thought. It’s over a twelve-hour flight from Bogotá to Zurich. I don’t know which city we’re going to, but where we left from had to have added at least an hour.
“Have you been awake long?”
“No. It was the flight attendant knocking that woke me.”
I dart my gaze to the door and then down to where the sheet drapes over me. I heard nothing before Pablo woke me.
“Flora, I would never let another man see you naked if you didn’t want that.”
He moves to get off the bed, but I grab his wrist.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I’ll always protect your privacy.”
“No, not that part. I already know that about you. What the hell do you mean if I don’t want it? Why do you think I want another man to see me? Do you plan to share me?”
His expression darkens as he looks at me.
“No, I do not want to share you. But we’re both part of a lifestyle that isn’t foreign to ménage. I saw your reaction when I mentioned my past. I know you’ve done it too. If it’s something you want, then—then I’ll learn to live with it.”
I laugh. I shouldn’t, but I do.
“The fuck you will. You look like you’re going to be ill, Pablo.
Just suggesting it makes you miserable. I appreciate you offering it if you think it’s something I need.
You wouldn’t do that if you thought it was just a want.
But I absolutely refuse to have another man touch me now that I’m with you. Do you still want m—”
His mouth on mine keeps me from finishing my question. Is his insistent kiss because the idea excites him so much? Or doesn’t he want me to finish that thought?
His hand encircles my throat and squeezes just enough to be tight without keeping me from breathing. He kisses along my jaw until he can whisper in my ear.
“You are the only woman I’ll ever fuck again. You know I’ve never fucked without a condom. Not only have we had sex several times without one, but I’ve come in you every time I’ve fucked your tight little pussy.”
His hand slides from my throat to cup my jaw on the opposite side from his mouth. His fingers tangle with my hair as his thumb rests near my ear. It’s so fucking arousing to sit like this, naked beneath a sheet when he’s already dressed.
“I will give you whatever you need, Flora, in and out of bed. If sharing you is part of your sexual needs, I’ll figure out how to live with that. But—”
It’s my turn to shut him up with a kiss. I turn my head and nip at his lip, tugging a little before I press mine fully against his. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, coaxing his into mine. I pull away when I’m breathless.
“The only thing I need is you. Pablo, I can’t share you. I—”
I shake my head as tears suddenly prick the back of my eyelids, and a lump rises in my throat.
“Chiquita?”
“I—I—I don’t know why I’m being so emotional all of a sudden. I just really don’t like the idea of anyone else joining us. It’s visceral how much I dislike thinking about that.”
“Shh, little one. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I know you didn’t. You were trying to be generous.
I don’t enjoy seeing how much the idea of another man touching me hurts you.
I’ll lose my ever-loving shit if I have to see another woman near you.
I can’t do it. I’m not used to feeling so fucking territorial, but I want to claw the eyes out of women who don’t even exist. It’s fucking primal how possessive I feel right now.
I shouldn’t feel this way.” Not yet at least.
“Flora, I feel the same. But I’ll do anything you need, and I’ll try to do most of what you want.”
Until Cartel life gets in the way.
I know what he isn’t admitting aloud. I don’t want to hear about the Cartel right now, but neither of us can escape it as part of our lives.
“I know you don’t need anyone else with us, Pablo. But what do you need? Do you enjoy being watched? Do you have a particular kink?”
“I don’t mind being watched, but I’m not an exhibitionist or a voyeur by nature.”
“Same.”
“If we go to a club, chica, then I’ll only get fully undressed if we’re alone in a room. My tats are too recognizable. It’s why I always wear a mask.”
“I’ve always worn a mask too. I prefer it for my privacy, but I also never wanted it to get back to my family that I’m into BDSM—’cause gross. I don’t need them to know that about my sexual preferences.”
His lips tuck between his teeth.
“What?”
“I know my cousins share the same proclivities as I do. I’m pretty fucking sure all our parents know we belong to and are silent owners in several of New York’s most exclusive BDSM clubs.
It wouldn’t surprise me if all of their generation were into it too.
I don’t want to think about it, but I’m pretty sure they are. ”
He pretends to shiver, and it lightens what just got intense. But these conversations are important. They’re ones most couples don’t have within the first twenty-four hours of hooking up.
No. That’s not right.
Pablo and I aren’t just hooking up. I’m not even sure we can call it dating. We just are, as in we’re together, and I don’t know how to define it. Frankly, I don’t want to.
It’s just intense to have shared so much, been so intimate, and determined so many boundaries for our relationship in a matter of just hours.
“I need to get dressed, don’t I?”
“Yes. Put on layers. You’ll need the coat Daniel brought too.”
I can’t believe all the things he delivered.
His wife assembled an entire wardrobe for me.
There were clothes for all seasons. I can wear them as separates or layer them and be comfortable just about anywhere.
She also brought me a thick coat. I don’t know where she got it since it’s summer in South America, and it doesn’t get that cold in the plains regions.
I climb out of bed and rummage through the case until I have what I need.
I look out the window and see the snowcapped mountains below us.
If we’re landing soon, we should be over one of Switzerland’s cities.
It’s not a large country, so there aren’t that many.
I shift my gaze, but I see nothing that resembles a city or even a town.
“Where are we?”
“There’s a private airfield where we’ll land near Lugano. We have to transfer to a helicopter that’ll take us near Graubünden. From there, we have another ride.”
I don’t know where these places are, and I don’t know what he means by “another ride.” If he wanted to give me more details, he would. I think the less I know the better right now.
We return to our seats and fasten our belts for landing.
I don’t know what to expect when the flight attendant opens the door and lowers the steps.
The icy blast of air isn’t surprising, but the armed guards are.
Do los Diaz have private security firms on speed dial around the world?
Or do they have their own security details awaiting them wherever they go?
“Chica, these men got here a little before us. Papá sent them from Bogotá. They took my cousin Alejandro’s plane.”
He points to a jet similar to the one we’re disembarking. I look over my shoulder.
“Is this jet yours?”
“No, it’s the family one. Alejandro travels the most, so he bought one for convenience. He doesn’t have to wait for the family one to return if someone else is traveling when he needs to. It doesn’t keep the rest of us from traveling when we need to.”
Both sides of my family are affluent, but they aren’t multiple-private-jets kind of rich. I sweep my gaze over the tiny airport and see two helicopters waiting with a woman standing beside each.
“Those aren’t ours, but the pilots are.”
We walk toward them with the armed guards surrounding us. The flight attendant trails behind us with our luggage. It’s apparently a team effort to transfer us from one mode of transportation to the other. I could’ve wheeled my case.