Chapter 7 Mateo
Mateo
Mateo shifted as best he could under the beautiful woman. He attempted to articulate into words how he felt .
How she was the only light he had in his entire life.
How it felt like he was walking through a blood-soaked tunnel until he found her.
How she had rewired his brain chemistry in a matter of hours.
How finding out she was pregnant was the best news he had ever heard.
How he had already downloaded and began to read any books he could find on pregnancy to prepare for their future.
How now that she was pregnant, he wouldn’t be letting her out of his sight.
“I didn’t exist before I met you, so what is the point in telling you the trauma of a different man?” Mateo grunted, nuzzling into the soft skin of her neck.
His chest throbbed…from his heart and the fresh ink tattooed over it.
Yara’s breath hitched as she tightened her arms around him.
“Mateo, please. You don’t have to tell me your darkest secrets, but I want to know you. Know who you are. Know your origin story.” Her voice cracked in emotion.
Mateo’s mind raced, his words jumbled in his brain, his mouth not connecting to them. “Yara, I—” He cleared his throat. “I have a hard time talking.”
Shame and embarrassment were a cyclone that stormed their way through his gut, but Yara reached for him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
“I do too,” Yara admitted. “Better to be seen, not heard. I couldn’t be punished for misspeaking if I simply stayed silent.”
Mateo held the anger in his chest as best he could, but it ignited his skin on fire. He had guessed the pain Yara held. The years of agony she went through. He knew Daniel wasn’t the only one who had caused her to suffer.
“If I spoke, I was made to feel stupid.” Mateo’s throat closed up around the words.
The embarrassment that he had spent years crushing down.
“Thrown into one of the holding cells with my father’s victims. If I survived the night, I would earn a spot in the home until he decided to do it again.
” Mateo clenched his jaw. “I understand now that my father was inferior. That my mother dying in childbirth had permanently stolen his warmth. She was his soul, and I was the monster who had taken her. He turned me into a cursed apparition.”
Yara’s hands lifted, her soft palms landing on his cheeks, but he did not meet her gaze. He did not feel strong in this moment. He felt as if he were a child again, holding a bloody knife, shaking in the back of a cage, and waiting for someone to come for him.
“Look at me.” Yara’s uncharacteristically soft voice broke through his spiraling.
His attention found her. He examined her bright blue eyes specked in a galaxy of hues, filled with empathy. The scar on her forehead, a testament to the past she suffered through. The fullness of her lips, begging for him.
“You are not stupid. What you have to say is important and you should remember that. The world deserves your words. Your story…” She paused. “And I want you to always be heard. If you speak, I will listen. Even if I don’t always like what you have to say.” Her tone turned joking.
And then her cushioned lips were on his. His previous pain extinguished in an instant.
One of his hands found her ass, the other gripping into her hair as he tried to pull her closer to him.
He wanted to live inside her skin. Figuratively, literally. He wanted to never be apart from Yara again. He wouldn’t survive it.
His obsession grew as she rolled her hips onto his hard cock.
He was self-aware enough to understand he wasn’t any good for her. But selfish enough to not fucking care.
She is mine.
And he would share her. With Kazi. With James. But he would only ever be hers.
And if anyone ever hurt her?
Yara readjusted until she was straddling him, her small body pressing into his.
She pulled apart from him. “My father was a bad man too.”
Mateo’s fingers dug deeper into her. He was afraid that was the case, he had recognized her kindred energy when they first met, but the confirmation set light to his temper.
“But he is dead. Thank fuck,” Yara reassured him. “And I will tell you all you want to know about it. But right now?” She dragged herself across his length.
He was hard, uncomfortably so, but he had been doing his best to ignore that. He wasn’t going to push her for anything. He wanted to let her take control. Give her the space she needed to decide for herself.
“Mi pequena abeja,” he cautioned.
She quirked her lips, but then her attention found something behind them. A wrinkle formed between her brow, her lips flattened into a line.
Mateo recognized what this was now. She had found her own reflection. “Look at me.”
When she didn’t immediately, he readjusted, grabbing her face this time. His large hands covering most of it, he carefully drew her to him.
Yara’s eyes were glistening. “I can’t help it. I see myself and his words come bubbling up. Years of them all at once.”
“Let me replace them.” Mateo’s heart beat in his chest. He wished more than anything to take her trauma.
To consume it and let it fuel his revenge.
Except the man who caused it was dead. “You are beautiful. But it is more than that.” He mulled over what he wanted to say in his mind.
It took him a few minutes before he spoke again.
“You fill up every room with an irresistible energy. You are both live-wire and a soothing warmth. A bee.”
The wrinkle between her brow smoothed out. “That’s why you call me a bee?”
“Yes.” He decided it was best not to explain the entire meaning of the nickname. At least not yet.
She poked him in the chest, and caught off guard, he made the mistake of wincing.
“Mateo?” Her tone turned accusatory. “Are you injured?”
It acted as the distraction she needed, and he figured he might as well show her now.
Reaching between them, he tugged up his shirt and dropped it to the ground behind them.
When he twisted back to her, her mouth was agape.
“What is this?”
Mateo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “A bee.”
Leaning back on his lap, her fingers came up to gently trace the bee before moving a bit lower. “And my name?”
“Yes,” Mateo agreed. He was unsure of her reaction, but he didn’t regret the decision. “You are going to be the mother of my child.”
Surprising him, Yara punched him on his shoulder.
He chuckled as she made impact. He would need to teach her how to keep a better form if she were ever going to do any real damage.
“You wouldn’t have known I was pregnant when you got this!”
He shrugged his shoulders. “You are going to be the mother of my child. I knew that before I found out you were pregnant. Obviously, I would never have pressured you, but I hoped you would be open to it one day.” Mateo wanted more than anything to have a miniature version of Yara to dote on, to create the family he had never had.
And he knew with certainty, Yara was his future.
He wasn’t sure what he expected Yara to do next, but it wasn’t to whip off her own shirt.
The long sleeve had covered most of her skin, and now with it gone, Mateo was entranced with the sight of her.
Of her pale arms, the scars scattered across them that painted a picture of a strong woman.
Of her breasts rising with each of her breaths, her nipples already hardened into points.
She was ethereal. A whispered promise in the dark. A steady stream in a dessert.
A home he had never known but always wanted.
“You are transcendental,” he told her. Mateo would work through his own shortcomings if it meant replacing the evil words that clouded her mind. “The first time I saw you, it broke my own reality and rewrote it. You gave me hope. A purpose.”
His hands came up on their own, tracing her bare skin. Goosebumps raising in his wake. He enjoyed the way he could see the immediate reaction she had to him. Loved the way she fit on him.
The plane shook a bit, and she fell forward. Her chest landing against his. He grumbled, rocking up into her. They had been playing a dangerous game since she threw herself at him. And his self-control was wearing thin.
“Yara, mija, you need to get off my lap if you don’t want more. At least until I can get myself under control.”
“No.” She nibbled on his ear. “Distract me.”
Desire shot through him. He wasn’t going to argue or fight her on this. He wanted more than anything to sink into her again. He hadn’t minded Kazi interrupting last time, but to have her all to himself?
He raised an eyebrow as her fingers extended down, brushing across his jeans. He contained a groan as even through the thick material he felt her.
“These don’t seem comfortable.” And then she was masterfully unbuttoning, unzipping, and releasing him.
He let out his breath through clenched teeth as she didn’t stop there. Her soft fingertips tugging him out through his boxers, tracing the head of his dick, a line down his shaft.
His hands found their way to the armrests, digging into the leather, as he willed himself not to cum before he was even inside of her.
How am I already this close?
Before Yara, he hadn’t been with a woman…in a long fucking time. And he had nearly no urge to finish himself off. But then Yara came along, and now he was practically insatiable—ready to cum from just the fucking sight of her. The sound of her voice alone sent shockwaves straight to his—
Yara shifted above him, catching his attention. She rid herself of her pants, kicking them off onto the ground before hovering over him.
“Let me take mine—”
She fell onto him, and Mateo choked on his words.
She wedged her knees on either side of him on the chair and grabbed hold of his shoulders as she bounced herself up and down on him. He could feel as the scratchy jeans caught between them, and he wanted more than anything to free himself of them, but he allowed her to do as she wished.
Enjoying every desire-filled instant of her coating him.
“Your cunt is so fucking wet. Aren’t you afraid someone will hear us? Or is that what you want? To claim me as yours?” he growled into her ear, nipping at it.
The words egged her on, speeding up her pace, turning her movement erratic. Mateo began to bounce upwards, meeting her beat for beat, panting and groaning as his pleasure mixed with pain, his jeans scratching against his length.
They quickly devolved into a mess of uncoordinated thrusts and moans and grunts. His rationale dissolved as he teetered closer and closer to his release. His hands trailed to her smooth ass and his finger found the rim of muscle there as she continued to bounce.
He wanted to stick his dick in her ass, fill it with his cum, but this would do for now.
He tested her, pushing it in just a bit mid-thrust, and to his surprise she fell further back onto it. Rocking between his cock in her cunt and his finger in her ass.
“Mat—”
It was his turn to cut her off as he sealed his lips to hers. Consuming her pleasure, amplifying it with his own.
Her ass clenched, tightening around his finger as her cunt suffocated his cock, and that was all it took to shove him unceremoniously over the edge. Carefully, he withdrew his finger from her.
“I love you,” Mateo murmured as he filled her with his cum, his dick jerking inside of her. Claiming her once more as his own.
Yara’s eyes widened, her mouth opened.
“Shhhh, it’s okay mija, you do not need to say it back. Just rest and when you are ready there’s a bathroom we can clean off in.”
Mateo’s attention flicked to outside of the plane. They were still high up in the air, not even halfway into their journey, but he knew once they landed, Yara wouldn’t relax, at least not until they reunited with James.