29. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
R amiro woke up to soft moans and a cock that was close to coming. His head was buried in Summer’s neck, and his hips rocked forward in shallow thrusts that had her soaked cunt gripping around him in pulses that were sucking him under.
He tried to let go, to let her body take him with her, but his cock wasn’t deep enough to manage it. Her tremors felt fucking fantastic, and he hitched himself closer, his hand banding around her breasts, fingers brushing over her nipples.
Waking up already inside her was going to become a new addiction. He let one hand drop, stroking around where they were connected. His lips nuzzled near her ear as he kept up the slow rolling thrusts he’d woken up to. “Morning, baby girl,” he mumbled, letting his mouth slide down her neck.
Her body remained loose and relaxed in his hold, her breathing even and deep, and she didn’t return his greeting. He lifted his head, finding her visible eye closed and her mouth slack .
Summer had slept through her orgasm. Something about making her come while she slept stiffened his cock even more.
He played with her nipple even as he found her clit, circling it and dragging out another of those soft moans that had woken him. Her pussy clenched around his cock, the sensation going straight to his balls even though only half of him was inside her.
Ramiro rolled his hips, sliding the head of his cock along her front wall behind her clit. Each pump and slide dragged out those delicious sounds and soaked his straining erection more. Soon she was coming again, squeezing the head of him in a pulsing vise that made his head spin.
How many times could he use her G-spot to make her come before she woke up? He’d lost count of her orgasms the night before, but there hadn’t been nearly enough.
He stroked her clit with two fingers, firm but slow, and continued fucking her from behind, bringing her another orgasm on the heels of the last.
She’d said she only orgasmed with him, but he couldn’t see how that was true. It barely took any effort to make her come.
Maybe it was because Ramiro had been made for her body. He’d been made to be here, with her. Fighting it had been a ridiculous waste of time. He wanted to make up for the years they’d missed.
He also wanted to fuck her deeper. If he buried his cock all the way inside her, he’d come with her for the next one. She still had his cum coating her from the night before, but he wanted to soak her with it, and he was already so close.
His rolling thrusts sped up as he continued to rub her clit, bringing her close again before moving his hand to her thigh, marking the outside with her glistening wetness as he lifted her leg to spread her wider.
Summer’s breathing changed, her body stiffening against him.
Ramiro froze mid-thrust, his hand on her breasts, squeezing her in a hug as he kissed her neck. “It’s me, baby girl. I’m with you.”
Her hands found his, gripping painfully tight, but then her body relaxed around him, her fingers massaging where she had gripped.
“Ram?”
“That’s right. How are you feeling? Are you sore?”
“No.” Her cunt flexed around him, as if realizing he was inside her. She shuddered, then stiffened against him.
Ramiro started to pull out, but Summer pushed back, taking him deeper than before, and he moaned, forcing himself not to roll her onto her stomach and thrust fully inside.
“I’m so close,” she said, her body rocking against his. “But I can’t see you. I need to see you.”
He turned her head, finding her lips even though the angle was awkward. “I need that too,” he admitted. “I need to look into your eyes as I fill you with my cum.”
She shivered, making him pump into her one more time before he pulled out .
Summer looked nervous when he sat up. “I’m sorry. This was what I said I wanted. I—”
He grabbed both sides of her face, his thumb stroking over her mouth. “Never apologize for changing up sex. You’re allowed to change your mind at any point. I want this to be good for you. Always.” He loosened his hold to let her nod, then grabbed her up, dragging her onto his thighs. “But I want to keep fucking you, if you’re up for that. You still want me, don’t you? You want me to fill this needy pussy of yours?”
She moaned. “Yes. Please, Ram. I need you.” She wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting him pull her higher up on his thighs so he could impale her with one deep thrust.
He cried out. She was so slick and tight and perfect. He tightened his arms around her, dragging her down as he pumped up, her delicious cunt squeezing all around him.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he ground out, ruthlessly controlling her body so he could take her deep and hard. “You feel so fucking good. Tell me this is okay.”
She gave a sharp, delighted laugh and slid her hands up into his hair to hold on tight. Her eyes locked on his, the blue so intense it sucked out all his worry. “I want you to come, Ram. Fuck me until you come.”
He let out a broken moan as he bounced her on his cock, spearing up into her hard, over and over again. The whole time, her eyes were warm and bright as she stared into his. His Summer, so happy to be taking all of him like this.
He shouted when he came inside her with the next thrust, pumping his cum deep as he held her tight against his lap, not letting her move at all until there was no more left to pump out.
Ramiro fell back onto the bed, clutching her to his chest as his eyes shut.
She let out another of those shining giggles as she kissed his panting lips. “You were so wild.”
He winced, slitting his eyes open. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” His hands trembled as he brushed back her hair. “Did you still need to come?” The shaking in his fingers would probably get her there if he held them against her clit.
“Tell me it was me. Tell me I drove you so crazy you lost control.”
He took her mouth in a kiss as he stared into her gorgeous eyes. “That was all because I was with you, Summer. Sex with you is better than anything.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Holding you like this settles me like nothing else. You’re it for me. I’m never going to let you go.”
Her eyes shined with tears.
He pulled her face into his chest, nuzzling into her hair. “Forever, baby girl. You have me forever.”
His chest muffled her words, making him strain to hear her. “So I’m enough?”
“You’re more than enough.” He’d told her that before, but he would say it every day if that was what she needed to hear.
“Even if I cling and whine? ”
“Cling away.” His arms banded around her, wanting her as close as he could get. “Whine all you want. Ask me for anything and everything.” He kissed her hair. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours; we were both just too scared to see it.” He rolled them to their sides, hitching closer to her so his softening cock wouldn’t slip out. “I’m not scared anymore. I won’t push you away again. I promise.”
Summer began to cry.
“Oh, baby girl,” he whispered, holding her as sobs shook her body.
Ramiro let her tears soak into his skin. He’d seen her cry so many times over the years. These tears felt different. They felt like relief and acceptance and hope, all rolled into one.
S ummer cuddled with Ramiro on the couch while they watched reruns. They’d spent most of their Saturday having sex. A thrill curled in her stomach. Ramiro had completely let go and used her body, and she felt fantastic, except for the way her face ached from crying so much.
She was such a crybaby sometimes, but Ramiro didn’t seem to mind. He’d been touching her in some way all day, and she couldn’t get enough.
That scared her. He’d said all the right things, but if she let go, if she let him see how needy she was all the time, he’d finally realize the truth. He could never love her enough to fill the black hole inside her.
She’d have to make sure she was never too much so he’d never have a reason to stop loving her.
Her fingers curled between his where they rested on her stomach. She’d been avoiding touching her belly, not wanting the reminder of what was growing inside. Giving up the baby was the next step in keeping Ramiro. She needed to stop making excuses and set up an appointment with one of the adoption agencies.
Someone else would give her daughter all the love she could ever want. Why did that make Summer sad? She’d never wanted a baby. Ramiro was enough for her.
Their interlocked hands over her belly made her chest tighten. She wished she had a slight bump, something they could both touch and feel.
Ramiro would be a gentle father. She could almost picture it, after seeing the way he held Emma, even if he had been annoyed and uncomfortable.
Summer had been leaking his cum all day. His seed was inside her, and a part of her had been disappointed that it couldn’t take hold, that she couldn’t have that part of Ramiro forever.
The thought was ridiculous. Ramiro didn’t want kids. He wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom if she hadn’t been knocked up.
Summer released his hand, pushing to sit up so that it would fall away. “Are you hungry? I can make us something. ”
“I could eat.” Ramiro stroked his hand down her arm. “But you don’t have to make anything. I’ll order in.”
“No, let me make it,” she said, escaping to the kitchen.
She should have expected Ramiro to follow her, his eyes watching, worry back in them. She constantly made him worry.
Hiding her face in the open fridge, she grabbed the fixings for tacos. That was quick and easy, even if she made the guacamole herself, and Ramiro would like it. He’d looked excited when she’d picked it out at the store.
After setting everything on the kitchen island, she set the pan on the burner to warm for the meat. Turning back, she watched Ramiro nudge the lime, making it roll against the cutting board.
“The app said your daughter is the size of a lime now.” He smiled down at the fruit.
Summer’s chest ached at that smile.
“It’s still so small.” He stared at that lime like it had the answers to the world.
Her hand hovered over her stomach before falling away. ‘Your daughter,’ he’d said. Like it was always going to be hers.
She couldn’t keep it. That would be reckless. For the baby, and for her relationship with Ramiro.
Relationship? Is that what they had? It felt strange to think of Ramiro as her boyfriend. The term wasn’t big enough.
“You said we were exclusive,” she blurted out, cringing as he turned to blink at her. “That’s a relationship, right? Are we… in a relationship?” She mumbled the last, her cheeks heating .
Ramiro stepped toward her, his hands finding her shoulders, his thumbs stroking. “You want that, don’t you?” His head bent as he searched her eyes.
Summer nodded. She tried to picture introducing Ramiro to someone as her boyfriend. Not that she had anyone to introduce him to. Her parents had stopped talking to her years ago. “Boyfriend doesn’t fit you at all.” She laughed as she turned to pick up the meat.
Ramiro’s arms wrapped around her from behind, his lips brushing over her ear. “Husband sounds better, doesn’t it? Can you picture calling me husband?”
Tingles shot through her body. Marriage to Ramiro was a dream she’d imagined more than once. He’d be linked to her then.
“Y-yes,” she admitted in a whisper. “I can picture that.”
He chuckled into her skin, his lips moving against her neck and making her shiver. “I like the sound of it, too.”
He released her, moving to lean against the island.
Summer’s heart raced as she put the ground beef in the skillet. She frowned, whirling to face him. “Not like this. I want you to ask me properly.”
Ramiro’s eyes glittered as his lips spread in a grin.
“I mean it, Ram. I need the whole thing. I need you to… choose me.”
He nodded, his smile not fading. “I like hearing you all demanding like this. I’ll do it right, just like you want, maybe even surprise you with it.” He reached forward, taking her hands into his and squeezing. “But I want you to know that I do choose you. I’ll always choose you, now, when I propose, when we’re old and wrinkled and I’m still holding on to you. You can call me anything as long as I can call you mine.”
The tension inside of her eased as she returned his smile. “And you’re mine.” She pulled free to turn back to the skillet, quickly flipping the meat when she realized it was sizzling in a big pile. “Now, stop distracting me.”
“I like distracting you,” he teased.
She opened her mouth to tease him back, but the smell of the sizzling meat wafted toward her, making her stomach suddenly heave. She choked on the sudden rise of bile in her throat, dropping the spatula on the floor as she lurched away from the stove and ran for the bathroom to heave into the toilet.
Ramiro already held back her hair. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”
The sickness was gone almost as quickly as it had come. She spit one more time, flushing the toilet. Ramiro was already there with a washcloth, wiping her warm face and finally her mouth, leaving a trail of coolness behind.
“I’m not sure why it hit me so suddenly,” she said, her fingers twisting in her lap.
Ramiro took them in his, linking her fingers with his instead. “I read that the smell of meat can be an issue for some pregnant women. The meat—”
A shrill, shrieking sound blared from the kitchen. The smoke alarm .
“You didn’t turn off the stove?” she asked, her eyes widening.
“Shit!” Ramiro muttered, racing for the kitchen.
There was smoke, but no fire. Summer wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry as she helped by going around to open all the windows and the sliding glass doors, hoping the air would clear quickly since the smell was already making her stomach lurch again.
“Go outside!” Ramiro ordered, looking worried. “Get some fresh air.”
Summer hesitated, wanting to help more, but at his stern expression, she headed into the backyard. The air was clear, and it helped. The sun had disappeared behind the trees, the day almost over. She felt a twinge at the thought and at the way it was ending.
If her insecurities hadn’t been dragging at her, they could have still been cuddled up on the couch, not this… mess she’d made the night into.
Summer hadn’t been in the backyard much before. Trees along the fence line added privacy. Most of the backyard was paved, with some sweet-smelling bushes at the edge of where the pavement ended. The smell helped to keep her nausea from taking over.
She settled into one of the Adirondack chairs, staring up at the darkening sky.
A shadow fell over her, big hands planted on either side of the chair. She knew it was Ramiro, she’d know him anywhere, but her body still stiffened and a pathetic squeak slipped out as his presence enclosed her.
He didn’t back away. Instead, he hovered closer. “You’re okay, Summer. It’s me,” his voice soothed. His forehead pressed against hers as his body remained over hers, not touching, just there, blocking out the last of the light.
Dizziness swamped her. She couldn’t breathe. Phantom hands pressed on her arms.
Ramiro’s hands remained on the sides of the chair as he hovered. “Take a breath, Summer. Good, now a deeper one.”
When her breathing slowed, and her hands eased their death grip on her legs, he crouched, letting the deck light illuminate them.
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” she whispered, her throat still too tight.
“You did nothing wrong.” His hands moved to hers, not squeezing, not linking, just rubbing over her skin in a gentle caress. “You said you wanted to work through this type of thing, but it killed me not to pull away. Was that too much? Should I have backed off sooner?”
She shook her head.
“Can I hold you?”
She let out another pathetic sound, then his arms wrapped around her, pulling her out of the chair and into his lap instead. She wrapped around him like she did earlier that day, but this was different. Not better, just different.
Her head rested on his shoulder.
“Have you ever—”
His phone started going off in his pocket.
“Fucking hell,” Ramiro muttered. “I thought I’d put this on silent. How does Hayes do things like that?” He grunted as he nuzzled against her, looking at his phone over her shoulder. “He’s such a voyeur. All worked up over a little smoke. Let me tell him—fuck!” His hand tightened on her back, holding her closer as he dragged his phone to his opposite ear.
Summer’s hands rubbed over the tension in his shoulders as fear clawed at her from how hard he clung.
“Ash! I need you to head to the office. Hayes says someone set a fucking fire there.”
The office? Summer tried to pull away, but Ramiro wouldn’t let her, still clutching around her back.
“I’ll call Seb and have him meet us there. No way a fire starts out of nowhere. Yeah, I think so, too.” He sighed as he hung up.
“The cartel?” she asked, her hands still rubbing circles into his stiffened shoulders.
Ramiro relaxed a little, letting her pull away. “Probably. I didn’t expect them to do anything else.”
Her hands slid over the front of his shoulders and down his chest. “You’ll figure it out. Go on.” She gave a little push before standing and backing up. “Go to work. I’ll clean up here.”
Ramiro’s forehead wrinkled, and she smiled, reaching up to smooth a finger over the wrinkles. “I’m okay, Ram. And if you’re worried, you can spy on me all you want.” Her smile switched to a grin. “Should I walk around naked while you’re gone? Give you a thrill? ”
“Don’t you dare,” he grumbled. “Hayes could be watching.”
Heat curled inside Summer. Not from Hayes watching, but from the idea that it would make Ramiro jealous.
He leaned forward, kissing her swiftly. “Let’s get inside and lock everything up before I leave.”
He called Seb while he checked on things, even stayed to finish cleaning the kitchen, then he hesitated at the door.
Summer stepped into him, giving him what she thought would be a quick kiss, but soon their lips were clinging as their tongues stroked each other. She panted by the time he lifted his head.
“I’ll take care of this, then it’s you and me again.”
She patted his chest. “I’ll miss you, husband.”
He stiffened, groaning as he kissed her again, even filthier this time. She clung to his arms when he rested his forehead against hers. “I liked that too much.”
“Just testing it out,” she murmured.
He sighed, finally pulling away. “Once this cartel shit is resolved, it’s time I shift things around. All I want is every moment I can get with you.”
“I want that, too.” She watched him walk backward toward the garage. The more he hesitated, the more contentment wrapped around her.
His hesitation proved he wanted to be as clingy as she did.