Chapter 32
TOMáS
She already gave you permission, I remind myself as I stare at her bare pussy while she sleeps. My mouth drools, craving her on my tongue, knowing that it will be the much-needed fuel I require to get through the first order of business today, before the wedding begins.
Lying on my stomach flat on the bed, I inch my way closer, and the moment my tongue extends, making contact with her clit piercing, she stirs awake.
I peer up at her from between her legs, making eye contact.
“Good morning,” she hums, pushing my head down so my lips graze her wet and ready ones.
I press a kiss to her clit. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Fuck,” she moans with her hips rolling forward and back, arching off the mattress, sending my mouth into a frenzy.
As much as it pains me to only have time to give her one orgasm, I make sure I eat her out exactly how she likes —with attention to her clit, and two fingers gliding in and out of her at a slower tempo than my tongue.
If I didn’t have to leave the ranch to pay a certain someone a visit, I would be here for hours.
There’s something about eating a woman out that turns me on more than just about anything else.
And if I had to pick a pussy that I’d eat and worship daily for the rest of my days, it’d be hers. Without question.
She creates a vise around my head, her fingers digging into my scalp as she rides the wave of her release. I press another kiss to her center, then her inner thigh, trailing more up her mound to her torso, taking my time ascending to her neck until I linger at her ear. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Don’t leave me,” she whines in protest. “You’re teasing me, papi.”
Capturing her lobe between my teeth, I bite down softly. “No, you’re teasing me calling me that when I have to go.”
She sits up, watching me as I grab a T— shirt and pants from my suitcase.
“Does wherever you’re going have something to do with your whole protecting me speech from last night?”
I finish getting dressed before I answer. “Maybe.”
“Tomás,” she says my name with slight reprimand.
“Would you stop me if I told you the truth?”
“No. Just don’t do something impulsive.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Like marry my sister’s best friend I barely knew after getting drunk at a Salsa night?”
“I guess that was pretty impulsive.”
“I’d say so, but I don’t regret it,” I admit, putting myself out there more than I already have.
She tugs on the bottom of my shirt as she ventures onto her tip toes, poking her lips out for a kiss. “Neither do I. Hurry back to me.”
“Always.”
If knocking on James’ door is already sending my blood pressure through the roof, I can only imagine how I’m going to feel when he answers it. I’m not left to wonder long, since he answers surprisingly fast.
“Well, look who it is. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
I dismiss his sarcasm, knowing that the only way I’m going to get through this interaction is by playing nice… for now. “I came to speak to you about something.”
He quirks a brow. “If by speak, you mean apologize for getting me kicked out of Luxe. I’m all ears.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but that won’t be happening.”
This guy is unreal. The disappointment glossed over his features has me thinking he really thought he was in a position to be apologized to. “Well, what the fuck is it then? You interrupted my morning dick suck, to beat around the bush. Spit it out or get the hell off my property.”
The laugh I let out stood no chance of being suppressed. “Stop lying. With how quickly you answered the door there’s no way you have anyone in there. But that’s beside the point. I have a wedding to get to with my wife, so I’ll just get to why I came here.”
“Wife, huh?” The slimy fuck reaches for my left hand, grabbing onto it to inspect my barren ring finger. “This the same wife you pretended was yours at Luxe?”
Half a dozen snide remarks float through my head, yet none of them feel as satisfying as twisting his wrist does as I walk him inside his own house. Shutting the door and pressing him against it with a bent arm to his neck.
“I know what you did,” I say through a tense jaw, letting up on the pressure I have on his throat.
“What the fuck are you ta-”
“The will,” I interrupt.
He looks as if he’s seen a ghost, or maybe he’s looking pale as can be because my fist is now crashing into his jaw. He doesn’t try to fight back, instead he exerts his energy running to the mirror in the entryway, assessing the damage done to his face.
“You’re going to pay for this. I’m pressing charges,” he exclaims, pointing to where I may or may not have busted his lip open.
“No, you’re not.” I lunge toward him, and this time he tries to fight back, but I have too much adrenaline, and too many years of pent-up anger, to let him get away.
“You can deny it all you want, but I have this.” I keep him pinned with one hand and reach for the original will.
It’s unbelievable how even in the position he’s in, he still manages to deny the evidence.
“That’s her old will, before I became her attorney and we redrafted it.”
I click my tongue. “You mean when you doctored it.” All I have to do to prove my case is point at the signatures. Both say Sarina’s grandmother’s name, in two completely different styles.
“If you’re going to forge a signature at least study the original. What is this garbage?”
The insult to his poor penmanship ignites a fire within him as he drones on about how I don’t know what I’m talking about. Truthfully, the more indignant he becomes, the more I grow bored, ready to get this over with so I can get what I came here for and get back to my wife.
“Where’s the ring?”
This son of a bitch laughs, earning him another punch, this time near his eye.
“Where is it? And before you say some smart-ass shit, just know I so happen to be friends with the original attorney that drafted this will. He’d believe me over you anyway, so you lie to me, and I will have the process of you being disbarred and arrested expedited. ”
That shut him up quick. Now it’s a change of tune. “My dad will kill me if I get disbarred.”
“Oh well. Tough shit. Where’s the ring?” I ask again.
“What ring are you talking about?”
“The one you’ve been holding over my wife’s head. You have ten seconds, get it to me now or I’m calling the attorney and you can kiss your freedom goodbye.”
That reminder is all he needs and before I know it, he’s handing me a small jewelry box. “It’s all in there.”
I open it to confirm myself before stashing it in my back pocket.
James stares at himself again in the mirror, moaning and groaning about how he can’t show up to the wedding looking like this, thanks to me.
“You’re not going.”
“Excuse me? I was invited.”
“You were uninvited. Consider your invite revoked.”
“You can’t do that.”
“I can do whatever the hell I want, thanks to you.” I take out my phone, revealing the recording I managed to sneak and take while he was defending his forged rendition of Sarina’s grandma’s signature.
“I have all the confirmation I need to really ensure you lose all your freedom. I look forward to not seeing you later today, or ever again for that matter. Consider the bruises and cuts my gift to you, because if you so much as mutter a word, I’ll share the recording and evidence and you’re done for. Understood?”
Like a scared puppy he nods.
“Good.”
I’m halfway through the door when James’ call out. “What about Mr. Tesoro, he was the one who put me up to it.”
I turn to face him. “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with that soon enough.”
Very soon.