Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
When Emilio said he was taking me sightseeing, he really meant sightseeing.
We’ve been hot air ballooning, swimming in the most beautiful cave, and then we saw a pyramid.
The place was swarming with tourists, but whenever anyone looked Emilio’s way, the crowd would part like he was Moses standing in the Red Sea.
It was weird, but also, kinda hot. Most of all, I love how attentive he is. I chose to ignore this side of Emilio for so long that I think I talked myself into believing it didn’t exist. I didn’t want him to be this perfect, so I made up in my head that he wasn’t.
Now, spending time with him alone, just the two of us, I’m pretty sure he’s damn perfect and I’ve been an absolute idiot for pushing him away. I’ve spent the day in ignorant bliss, and I don’t think I’m ready to leave it.
“What are you thinking?” Emilio asks.
“How these tacos are literally the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” I tell him, taking another bite of the deliciousness.
“I did tell you they were good.” He laughs.
“Sooo good. I want to eat these forever.”
“What’d you think of the city?” Emilio is watching me intently. There’s a reason he’s asking me this. I just don’t know what it is.
“It’s nice. I didn’t realize just how beautiful some of the spots were.”
“Could you see yourself living here?” he asks. And there it is. The pressure to design the future.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I really like living in Vegas. You don’t.”
“It’s not the worst place. But my family is here most of the time,” he says.
“And mine is in Vegas all the time,” I counter.
“I’m aware,” he says.
“I’m not marrying you. Just so you know, it’s not you. It’s me. I don’t ever want to be married.”
“I don’t need you to marry me to make you mine, Frankie. A piece of paper doesn’t change what we are. But, if I end up in hell because you make me live in sin forever, then I’m taking you with me.”
“Yeah, okay, because living out of wedlock is the worst sin you’ve ever committed.” I roll my eyes at how ridiculous that thought is.
“It could be.”
“I saw you stab someone almost to death when we were sixteen, Emilio. I don’t have any romantic ideals that you aren’t who you are.”
“I did,” Emilio says.
“You did what?”
“That kid, when we were sixteen, I did kill him,” he tells me.
“You did?”
“My dad sent me to the hospital to make sure I finished him properly. No one touches you and gets to live to tell the story, Frankie.”
“Your dad knows what happened?” I honestly thought no one but Emilio knew about that night.
“He knows something happened, but not what. It’s not hard to guess, though. He knew how I felt about you even back then. He also knew I’d do it without question.”
“Okay.”
What am I supposed to say to that? I mean, I guess I always suspected Emilio had something to do with the disappearance. But I really put it to the back of my mind. It wasn’t a night I ever wanted to revisit.
“Are all margaritas this good?” I ask, picking up my glass and sipping through the straw.
“No.” Emilio shakes his head.
“Huh, well, this is pretty tasty.” I shrug.
“You can ask me anything, you know. I won’t lie to you.”
“I know you won’t. Which is why I’m not going to ask questions, Emilio.
I really don’t need to know some things,” I say.
“I already told you I know who you are. I know what our families do. I’m not an idiot.
I just… I want it to be like this. Like today, where we can just be us without worrying about what everyone else thinks or if my father or brothers are going to try to kill you. ”
“Pfft, they could try.” Emilio laughs. “I’m not that easy to kill.”
“It’s not funny.” I scowl. “What if they disown me, because I tore apart the family?”
“That’s never going to happen and you know it,” Emilio says.
“It could.” I doubt it. I know my family loves me. I don’t doubt that. I also know my father really doesn’t want me dating Emilio. My mom, however, seems to be very onboard with the idea.
Maybe I need to break the news to her first, get her on my side, and then work on the men in the family.
None of them will go against my mom. She really does wear the pants in the house, despite what my dad likes to think.
But then I remember the late-night meetings, the nights my dad doesn’t come home until all hours.
Who knows what he’s doing? And I doubt he’s getting my mom’s blessing before he’s doing those midnight deals.
If he wanted to kill Emilio, he would find a way.
“You need to stop worrying so much. It will be okay.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I’m not going to let anything come between us. I just got you, Frankie. I’m keeping you.”
“Even if I never want to marry you?”
“Even then.”
“What about kids?”
“What about them?”
“Do you want them?”
“I’m not opposed to them, but I want you more than I want anything else.”
“I think I want kids in like twenty years.”
Emilio laughs. “We’ll be forty, babe. That’s cutting the clock a bit short.”
“Maybe.”
“What are your plans after college?”
“I plan to be the best physiotherapist the city has seen.”
“Why physiotherapy?” Emilio asks.
“I like the idea of helping people. Remember when we were kids and Hudson broke his ankle? He had to do physio on it and I used to go with him to his sessions. I just really liked it.”
“I’m really glad you’re doing something you’re passionate about.”
“What are you passionate about?” Surely it’s not cocaine and money.
“You. And I plan on doing that again real soon.”
My entire body heats up with that one sentence and the promise of a really good time. I look around the bar. There’s a bathroom. That will do.
“I’m going to the restroom. You need to follow me.” I stand and Emilio smirks at me. I know that he won’t be far behind.
As soon as I get in the restroom, I remove my panties. Thank god I wore a dress.
The door opens, and Emilio steps through. I hand him the lace and he looks at it before he shoves it into his pocket.
“I hope you weren’t planning on getting those back,” he says.
“I’ll get them back.” I step forward and my hands find his belt. Unhooking it, I leave it dangling open as I go to work on his button and then his fly.
“Something you want, Frankie?” Emilio asks.
“I want you to pick me up, push me back against this door, and fuck me, Emilio. That’s what I want.”
“You know they say you should be careful what you wish for.” Emilio takes hold of the back of my neck. He spins me around and presses my front to the door. Using his feet, he kicks my legs apart. “Hold them there,” he says.
Then I feel his hands on my hips, tilting my ass towards him. Emilio lifts the fabric of my dress, revealing my naked pussy, which his fingers slide through. A pinch to my clit has me moaning and pushing against him.
“So fucking wet. How long have you been sitting in wet panties, Frankie?”
“Since you walked into the dining room at breakfast,” I admit.
“You were turned on at breakfast?” Emilio chuckles, and his fingers push inside me.
“I’m always turned on when I see you.”
“Fuck, I love this pussy,” he groans.
“Then hurry up and fuck it already before someone tries to come in here,” I tell him.
“Some things shouldn’t be rushed. Enjoying your cunt is one of those things.”
“You can take your time when we’re back home. Please, Emilio…” I’m not above begging at this point. I want to feel him inside me. I need to feel him inside me.
“You beg so pretty, Frankie,” he says as I feel him line the tip of his cock up with my entrance. I stand on my tiptoes, giving him better access as he slowly slides into me.
One of his hands comes around my front, wrapping around my throat, holding my body still as he starts fucking me. I close my eyes. My palms press against the door, and blissful pleasure washes over me with every thrust.