Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
When I wake up, it’s still dark and my mouth tastes like shit.
I climb out of bed, stumble into the bathroom, and find my toothbrush.
I spend a good three minutes scrubbing the taste of alcohol from my mouth.
Splashing water over my face, I’m thankful I wasn’t wearing makeup yesterday.
At least I haven’t woken up with racoon eyes.
I look down at the shirt Emilio put on me.
He was such a gentleman last night. I practically threw myself at him and he walked away.
Okay, there was no practically about it.
I threw myself at him. I remember it. I’ve never been the get drunk and forget what I did kind of girl.
Unfortunately. I kissed him, in front of everyone in that bar.
In front of Esterio. So much for keeping this secret.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I tiptoe into the hallway and look at the door next to mine. Is he even in there? What if I go in and he’s not in there? Shit, maybe I should just go back to bed.
A throat clears from the other end of the hall. “Sneaking around, Frankie?” It’s Ezekiel.
“No.” I shake my head. “I was just going to the kitchen to find some water.”
“Sure you were. You know, if you’re going to sneak out of his room, maybe put your own clothes on if you want people to believe you weren’t in there.” Ezekiel opens a door and disappears. His laughter follows him, though.
Well, if people are going to think I slept in there, I’m going in. If he’s not there, then I’ll just go back to my bed.
Slowly twisting the door handle, I push it open, pausing when it squeaks. Then I tiptoe through the small gap in the door before gently closing it.
When I turn around, a light flicks on and I’m greeted by the end of a gun aimed at my head. “Jesus fucking Christ, Frankie, are you trying to get yourself shot?” Emilio curses and sets the gun down on the bedside table.
“Why are you sleeping with a gun?” I ask him, ignoring his question and walking over to his bed.
“I like to be prepared. You know, in case people sneak into my room to try to kill me,” he deadpans.
“Well, I’m not trying to kill you,” I tell him.
“You sure about that?” Emilio’s eyes roam over my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps on my skin. It’s as if his gaze alone touches me.
“I’m sure. You said you wanted me to tell you how much I wanted you when I was sober. I’m not drunk anymore, Emilio. And I still really, really want you,” I admit as I climb onto the bed.
“You remember that?”
“I always remember what I do when I’m drunk.”
“And you don’t regret anything?”
“Not a single thing,” I lie. There is something. I didn’t tell him that I loved him back. He said te amo and I pretended I didn’t hear it. I’m not ready to utter those words, so I’ll keep that to myself.
I settle on top of him, my lips land on his, and I let myself get lost in his kiss. Emilio’s hands slide up the back of my shirt, or his shirt, palming my ass under the fabric. I press down onto his cock and moan into his mouth as pleasure ignites through me.
“You know we don’t have to do this. You can just lie down and we can go back to sleep,” Emilio says.
I sit up with my hands on his chest. “You don’t want to?”
“I fucking want to. I just don’t want you to think that’s all I want from you,” he says.
I smile. He really is the sweetest, most-thoughtful man sometimes.
“I want to, and I know you don’t just want me for my body. You also want me for my pleasant demeanor, obviously.” My hand slide up his bare chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have my way with you,” I say as I unashamedly feel him up.
“Well, I’m all yours, babe. Have your way with me. But you need to know something.”
“What? Oh god, don’t tell me you have some horrible, incurable STD or something.” I frown at him.
“No. What the fuck, Frankie? Why would you think that?”
“It’s a plausible conclusion, Emilio.”
“If we do this, I’m not going backwards. You will be mine,” he says.
“Make me yours, then,” I tell him, and the next thing I know, I’m flipped over onto my back.
“I’m going to make you so fucking mine, Frankie,” he says. His fingers hook into my panties and he slides them down my thighs, lifting both legs into the air to get them off me.
I sit up and pull his shirt over my head.
Emilio stares down at me. “Fuck,” he hisses, and then his hands spread my thighs wide open.
I can feel how wet I am. I would normally be embarrassed about being this exposed, but right now, I feel good. Really good. All I want is for Emilio to touch me.
“I won’t ever give you up. You’re going to hate how possessive and protective I’m going to become of you, but I’m not going anywhere, Frankie.”
“Emilio?”
“Yeah?”
“Touch me already.” I lift my hips into the air. I need to be touched.
“So fucking hot. I just want to stare at this pussy forever.”
“You know what would look hotter? Your cock inside this pussy.” I moan at the thought of what that would look like.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” Emilio frees his cock from his boxers. His hand glides up and down the length. “This what you want?”
I nod my head. “So much.”
The fingers of his free hand slide through my wet folds. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says.
I grind against his hand, seeking more pressure.
“So ready for me,” Emilio says as he shoves two fingers inside me.
“I’ve been ready for a long time,” I admit.
“Is that what you think about when you’re playing with your little vibrator? Do you shove it all the way in, Frankie, imagining it’s my cock while you fuck yourself?”
“Yes.” I bite down on my lower lip, trying to keep my nose down. I do not need to wake the entire house up.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” Emilio grunts.
“Then do it already or are you just all talk, Lopez?”
“All talk? You’re going to wish you didn’t say that.” Emilio removes his fingers and lines his cock up with my entrance, slowly sliding in. “Fuck, Frankie, fuck!” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
“Best I’ve ever been. I just… You feel really fucking good. Better than I ever imagined,” he says.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him against me as I lift my ass off the mattress, making his cock go even deeper.
“Damn it,” Emilio groans. His mouth comes down and covers mine. And then he pulls out of me before slamming right back in.
“Ah, oh, fuck. Emilio. Like that, do that again!” I tell him. And he doesn’t disappoint. Emilio fucks me in a way I’ve never been fucked before.
“Mine,” he grunts as his mouth moves down my neck and his hips continue to thrust in and out of me.
“I’m going to…” My eyes close as I feel the orgasm building. My body goes rigid.
“Yes, you are. Come all over my cock, Frankie,” Emilio says, picking up his pace.
I come apart beneath him. Pleasure ignites in every fiber of my being, and Emilio continues to fuck me all the way through the orgasm. When I finally feel my body relax, he pulls out of me. With his cock in his hand, he tugs on it and then he’s coming all over my stomach.
“Holy shit, I can’t wait until we do that again,” I say as I inhale a lungful of air, trying to catch my breath.
“Give me five minutes and we can go again,” he says.
“Only five minutes? You sure you’re that ready?”
“We have years to make up for, Frankie. I’m not wasting any time, and my cock is always ready to fuck you.” Emilio rolls over, falling onto the mattress. He pulls me closer until my head is on his chest and his arm is wrapped around my back. “I’m really fucking glad you came with me this weekend.”
“Me too.”