Chapter 40 Mateo #2
I tightened my hold on her hand and dragged her to my room to change.
She was still wearing just a t-shirt, and I didn’t need the rest of the men in the building ogling her like hungry wolves.
I didn’t turn back to see Ronan’s expression, but I could probably take a couple of guesses that he was either scowling or foaming at the mouth.
He’d threatened to kill me at least twice already, but at this point, he may as well have been saying, “I love you, let’s share. ”
My brain was not getting the message.
All it could hear was the sound she made coming on my cock and my fingers, or how soft and shallow her breathing got when she was right on the edge.
I tossed a pair of black boxer briefs her way along with sweatpants that were way too big. “We’ll get you some clothes,” I said to her, and she lifted an eyebrow at me.
“You sound like you wanna keep me?” She questioned with a tilt of her chin and a smirk on her lips.
I advanced on her, grasping the back of her neck, and bringing her in towards me.
“Sunshine, I’m fucking mad about you. Keep you, isn’t close to what I want to do to you. I want to wreck you, ruin you, devour you until all that’s left are the echoes of the pretty screams that come from your mouth when you’re crying my name out in the middle of the night.”
Her eyes widened at my confession and her body melted into mine in surrender.
“I want to worship you, the way you deserve to be worshiped. Touch you, the way you deserve,” I reached my hand into her shirt grunting in disapproval when I felt the bandage wrapping her torso, covering her soft flesh, and keeping it from me.
She let out a soft chuckle that almost sounded like music coming from her throat, and my dick twitched awake.
If God had a sound, it was her laughter.
“Hmm. Best not start something we can’t finish Sunshine. We both know he’ll come barging in if you stay in here too long,” I kissed her lips feeling the smile carving its way into her mouth like the most beautiful sight I’d ever witnessed.
“He’s not stupid, he knows.” She pressed into me.
“He’s not okay with it.” I traced my fingers up and down her arm.
“Well, would you expect him to be?” She asked, practically laughing.
“You and I both know if we push hard enough, he’ll give in. He won’t lose you again,” I moved my fingers down to her thigh, pulling a shiver from her while I teased going further.
“And you? What do you get?” She asked as if it wasn’t obvious, and I frowned at her lack of awareness.
“I get you,” I closed my mouth around hers, parting my lips to allow her in as I let my fingers dance around her slickness as if she were my instrument to play.
She let out a gasp and let her head drop to my shoulder while I continued a silent type of torture, using my brother’s cum mixed with her own wetness to pleasure her again.
“What if you get tired of sharing?” She groaned out in pleasure when I sunk two fingers deep inside of her. “What if I can’t give you what you need?”
“Doubtful. I’ve never had anything good in my entire life, and you’re by far the best thing this world has to offer. I’m not an ignorant man, I’ll take what I can get,” I shoved a third finger in pulling a cry from her that forced me to use my other hand to clamp over her mouth.
“Shh,” I warned her. “I may be willing to share, but that doesn’t mean he gets to see you when you’re like this for me,” I curved my fingers hitting that spot inside her that had her legs turning to Jell-O, she let me take the brunt of her weight into my arms as I continued to pleasure her.
“Now, come on my fingers. Show me how much you like this, Sunshine,” I whispered in her ear.
“Oh! Shit…” She cried out, squeezing, and digging her nails into my biceps as her walls pulsed around my fingers, gripping me like a vice.
Her eyes locked on mine as if she knew how much I needed to see that dark abyss in her gaze while she crumbled in a wave of pleasure. Pulling my fingers out of her, but not once daring to look away, I took each digit into my mouth, licking them clean.
“He was right, you know? Nothing quite like it.”
“I thought you said you didn’t want to start anything you couldn’t finish?” She gave me a dark smirk, raising one eyebrow up in challenge.
“I don’t know about you, but I could have sworn you finished,” I gave her my best-dimpled smile and she clucked her tongue at me.
“That’s not what I meant,” she said, slinking down my body, undoing my belt as she got to her knees.
“I want to taste you. Te quiero,” she breathed out as she pulled my achingly hard erection from my pants.
Fisting me in her hand, I groaned at how even the simplest touch from her could feel like agony and bliss all at once.
“You’re going to end me,” I dropped my head back while she took the tip of my cock into her mouth, feeling her tongue as it swirled across it wildly.
My breathing became shallow and she moaned with my length in her mouth. The feeling of her cheeks hollowing out as she attempted to take as much of me in as possible, doing things to me no other woman had been able to before.
I looked back down to find her eyes fixed on me, desire and lust rampant in her gaze, driving me closer to that place where only the blinding quiet of pleasure lived.
I gasped as she grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me into the back of her throat, the sounds of her sloppily running up and down my length making my toes curl when she only came up for air when she absolutely needed to.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, tugging at her hair, and pulling her back slightly to look at her, drool dripping from her mouth and tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.
She’d never looked quite so beautiful than at that moment, a creature made just for me, spun from the very fibers of hell by the Devil himself.
She kept up a torturous pace, making sure every inch of me got the attention it deserved until I could feel my balls pulling up and tightening.
“I’m close,” I warned her, “Open.” I instructed her but she wasn’t the type of girl you gave orders to.
She answered by squeezing my ass and pulling me deeper into her mouth.
I bottomed out as she relaxed and hummed contentedly and I emptied myself inside her, shooting deep into the back of her throat with a groan.
She swallowed and licked her tongue over her lips in satisfaction, as if she’d just had the best meal of her life and I helped her to stand, pulling her body against me.
“One wrong move, one twist of events that would have spun our lives differently, any little thing that would have happened another way and I wouldn’t have you here right now, with me.
I can’t say I’m sorry for any of it Sunshine, our lives have gone exactly how the fates had intended,” I said seriously, running my nose up her neck and burying my face behind her ear, falling prey to the intoxicating scent of coconut that exuded from her.
I tucked myself back into my pants and redid my belt as she found her footing again.
“You make our misery sound so much more romantic that way,” she smiled a crooked grin at me, and I shrugged, lifting the boxers and sweats I pulled out for her.
“It’s a gift.” I grinned, “I’ll give you some time to yourself.” I rubbed my thumb over her lip, cleaning a stray drop of cum before walking out of the room.
Ronan’s harrowing gaze found me as soon as I turned the corner out of the room. He was exactly where we’d left him, in front of the exuberant display of food he ordered for her, but the look on his face said he’d been busy self-condemning in his own mind since we’d gotten up.
“So, didn’t matter how many times I said I’d kill you for touching her, did it?” He shifted his gaze to his plate, his insecurities shining brightly.
“Brother, you might as well end me now, because there’s no way in hell, I’m going to spend the rest of my life the same shell of a man you’ve been these last ten years, all because I decided not to take a chance on a good thing,” I crossed my way to the couch and propped my legs up on the coffee table, keeping my gaze fixed on him.
I respected him too much not to give him the honesty he deserved, but that didn’t mean I was going to give her up.
The thought alone made my skull pound with intensity.
“My good thing,” he growled through his teeth, his anger seething through him visibly.
“Ours,” I smirked at him, and he frowned deeper. “Just because you found her first doesn’t make her only yours.”
“What, and you're just some enlightened asshole who has no problem sharing her between the two of us, because why? It makes her happy?” He asked angrily, unable to conceive the idea that, yeah, maybe I was.
I pulled my pocket knife out and began flicking it through my fingers, nicking a knuckle or two as it scraped over them carelessly.
“Maybe I see that we feed different parts of her soul, give her different things that she needs. Maybe, I’m secure in knowing that no other sick bastard alive can give her what I can, just like I can’t give her what you can.
And no, not just the two of us,” I said, removing any trace of humor from my expression so he could see that I was serious about this, that for her, I could be all in.
With my brothers, I had no reason to be jealous because I needed them as much as I needed her.
“What, you wanna share her with the whole brotherhood? Why stop there? Let’s call the Bratva too, maybe they’ll pay us back for half of what we paid?
” He practically shouted in anger, and his accusation blurred my vision, his suggestion sending me into a pit of blackness that I didn't come out of until I heard the gasp leave his mouth.
“You’re a lunatic you know?” He yelled as he pulled the knife out from the chair he was sitting on, lodged just a centimeter or two away from his face.
“Maybe, if you opened your eyes, you could see this thing going on with Santos was a lot bigger than just Ocean Valley,” I said, and the look of shock grew on his face at the new possibility he hadn’t conjured in his mind yet.
“Those two have been pining over each other since the minute she stepped foot in here. Our girl is hurting, and so is he.” Before he could respond, Cecilia came out into the living room looking between both of us like she knew she missed something pivotal.
“Tracker?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, and cutting through the tension in the room.
“It’s kind of hot that she wants it, right?” I asked him and he shook his head at me before dropping his forehead to the counter in defeat.
Whatever, it was hot.