Chapter 76 Santos
SANTOS
“She’s worried they’re gonna call her white-washed, gringa, Americana,” I told them, she winced at the words I’d been hearing my entire life from the people who called me family.
Having parents who didn’t teach you the language of your people, who didn’t teach you about heritage or culture, that was a curse in itself. Celia was young when she lost her family. She didn’t lose her language but with time she lost that piece of herself that belonged down here.
Now that she was on this side of the border again, her confidence had shattered.
She was just as lost here as I was. That wasn’t true.
She had and she lost, I had never had it at all.
And maybe it’s true what they said, about better to never have it at all and shit.
Because Celia looked like she was in pain, and mentally on the verge of losing what little grip she was holding on to.
She was carrying too much on her shoulders, and she refused to let anyone else bear the brunt of it for her. To take some of her load off.
“They aren’t wrong,” I told her and she scowled.
We’d finally arrived at the villa, and she was so pissed at me she practically opened the door before the car had come to a full stop. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to me and slamming her against my chest.
“Let me go,” she yelled, beating her other hand against my chest while my brothers got out of the car, confusion written all over their faces.
“What’s the matter? Are you mad because I’m lying or are you mad because it’s the truth?” I asked her.
“Fuck you! You don’t know what it’s like.” She was crying now, and even though it wasn’t my intention to hurt her, I needed her to know she wasn’t alone in feeling this way.
“Don’t you think I feel it too? Lost out here, because it should be home, but it’s never been my home? Don’t you think they feel it as well?” I pointed to my brothers.
“Do you not want to be here?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing heavily in the middle.
“Now when did I fucking say that, morena?”
“I think what he’s trying to say is that it’s okay for things to not feel right, to feel out of place here even though it was your home once. We’ll make it home eventually, together. We can belong here too,” Mateo said.
“He’s right. I am afraid of what they’ll think of me,” she admitted.
“Fuck them,” Ronan finally spoke. “It doesn’t matter what they think of you. At the end of the day they will still come begging for what you have to offer,” he reassured her. “You’re enough.”
She exhaled and turned on her heels, stepping towards the villa. We followed behind and suddenly she stopped and faced me, sticking her pointer finger in my face, her nostrils flaring hard.
“Call me white-washed again and I’ll add your teeth to my collection, querido.”
I knew I had crossed a line, but she needed to understand she wasn’t alone in these feelings.
I’d been in her place my entire life, pushed into a corner by my family because my only parent who spoke spanish failed to teach it to me.
The other didn’t give a shit if I was connected to my culture and eventually I found myself a grown man, too afraid to learn something new for myself.
“Maybe we should hire a tutor?” I asked my brothers, as we made our way inside the villa.
Mateo agreed and Ronan shrugged like he didn’t give a shit either way.
“Whatever you guys think is easier for you,” he said, and I frowned.
“What? You’re too good to learn the language of the country you’re going to be living in?” I asked, not hiding the snark in my tone.
Celia laughed from the front and stopped in her tracks again.
“You mean they don’t know?” she asked him.
“Know what?” I demanded.
She laughed harder, a borderline unhinged sort of cackle, and she slapped her hands down onto her thighs in disbelief.
“He fucking speaks spanish.” She could barely get it out, she was laughing so hard.
“What?” I asked, not hiding my outrage.
How the fuck I managed to know an asshole for half my goddamn life and not know he spoke an entire other language was beyond me.
Ronan shrugged and walked on in front of us like he didn’t want to answer any questions.
Mateo looked just as stunned as me but not at all pissed off.
Celia sobered up from laughing to finally speak again.
“You think he would have survived a minute inside my house if he didn’t learn spanish? Take note boys, these are the ‘little things’ women fall head over heels for.” She winked and caught up to Ronan, lacing her fingers into his.
“What the fuck man?” Mateo asked, just as much confusion in his own expression.
“Did you know he spoke spanish?” I asked him.
“Now that I think about it, I remember him saying he had to fight to not get sent down to South America for a mission when we were in the Seals. I just never thought too hard about it, but it makes sense.” Mateo scratched his head.
“Barely fucking fair if you ask me, he was probably a kid when he learned it.”
“He’s always gonna be two steps ahead of us when it comes to her,” I told him.
“It’s not a competition,” Mateo reminded me.
“But it could be, and it would be fun to lower him down a few pegs every now and then.” I smirked.
He returned it.
“I kind of like how that sounds.”
My phone buzzed and I pulled it open, a photo of Celia’s tits filled my screen, Ronan’s dick squeezed right in between them, the head of his cock just barely grazing her lips.
“How the fuck did they have time already?” Mateo said, astounded, running towards the stairs.
“I fucking told you man, we need to form an alliance.” I laughed, following behind him.
We jogged through the villa, sliding on the tile floors until we reached her bedroom door and pushed it open, to find Ronan between her legs, his head buried in her cunt while she whimpered softly.
“I thought you weren’t choosing, morena,” I teased and her eyes found mine.
“Who said I chose anything? He just undressed me first,” she said, moaning just as he ran his tongue up and down her slit.
“Spare me, I haven’t been inside her in w—” She didn’t let him finish, she pushed his head back down, bucking her hips against his face as she moaned and writhed around from pleasure.
I looked over to see Kane was already undressed.
“Are you coming?” she asked and my dick woke up like it had been personally summoned by her.
Ronan thrusted three fingers in and out of her while his mouth worked her into a frenzy. Her thighs clenched shut, squeezing his head and she cried out, her climax flooding out of her and coating the sheets.
She was fucking beautiful.
She could have anything she wanted.
And she wanted us.
There was nothing that made me worthy but suddenly I didn’t care anymore, I was done fighting my own mind. Maybe instead of spending my life worried about what made me good enough for her I would just start working on becoming good enough to be hers.
“What do you want from us?” Mateo asked her.
She smirked, her chest heaving up and down as she came down from her orgasm.
“Te quiero,” she said, like it was just that easy.
“There’s three of us,” I reminded her.
“And I want all three of you,” she repeated, getting up on her knees.
Mateo climbed onto the bed, and she extended her hand out to me, pulling me close to her while I still stood on the floor. She reached for my belt, and I helped her undo my pants, pulling them down my thighs and letting my cock spring free from the confinement of the fabric.
She bit her lip. More nerves than seduction.
“Morena, you don’t have to—”
“You don’t get it, I want to. I have to,” she told me, her eyes a little too shiny with emotion.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because if I can’t, then he won. Then it means he did take something from me, and I just… I just can’t let that happen.”
“I’m sorry,” I told her, her eyebrows scrunching in the middle.
“For what?” she asked.
“For not seeing it then, for not realizing how you needed me. I’m sorry I let you down. I won’t fail you again,” I told her, gripping a handful of her hair in my fist and pulling her to my cock.
Zerkos got off the bed and went rummaging through a dresser drawer for something.
Her lips parted and I slid inside, feeling her hot mouth accepting me with ease.
Her lips wrapped over her teeth, and she moved her head along with the guidance of my hand.
Mateo positioned himself underneath her, grabbing her hips and guiding her down to his dick.
Each pump of his cock inside her vibrated from her mouth onto me as she moaned around my shaft. Her back teeth clinked over the metal bars of my Jacob’s ladder, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine and drawing my balls up higher.
Not yet. I told myself, slowing up on her movements and loosening my grip on her hair.
“Does that feel good? Is Mateo all the way inside you?” I asked.
She nodded and mumbled a response with my cock inside her mouth.
She had tears streaming down the side of her face, but she hadn’t asked me to stop, and something told me she needed this for her own healing. I squeezed my grip around the hair on the base of her skull once more and pulled her to me, shoving myself as far down her throat as I could.
“Oh fuck.” I breathed out just as her tongue swirled around one of the bars in my piercing. “Your mouth is perfect.”
The bed dipped from Ronan’s weight as he climbed onto it, opening a bottle of lube and squeezing it out onto his cock before letting it drip down to her ass.
“Are you ready for me, Flower?”