Chapter 13
Diego
The place glows in soft amber light, the low chatter of guests blending with the faint rhythm of the ocean outside.
Candles flicker between glasses of wine, catching the shine of Mia’s hair every time she moves.
A small band plays near the bar, the soft strum of guitars and the steady rhythm of the bongos filling the air with bachata. It should be the perfect night.
But I can’t stop thinking about my conversation with my brother.
But I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Mia—I’ll never be ready to let her go.
The scent of roasted garlic and lemon butter drifts over to our table, but I barely notice. Mia sits beside me, idly tracing the rim of her glass with one finger. Her plate is mostly untouched.
“Do you want me to ask the kitchen to bring you something different?” I ask, trying to see if there’s something wrong.
“Oh, no. This is fine,” she says, not meeting my eyes. “I’m not sure why I’m not hungry all of the sudden.”
“Mia, look at me,” I say, my tone firmer than I intend. Her thoughtful brown eyes lift to meet my blue gaze. “We might not have known each other for long, but I can tell when something’s off. If something's bothering you, please let me know—and I’ll fix it.”
Her eyes flutter closed, her lips tremble, her shoulders sag. I reach for her waist and pull her onto my lap. It pains me seeing her like this—she’s usually a ray of light.
When she buries her face in the crook of my neck, I hold her tight.
“I’m so sorry, Diego. I’m so sorry.”
“Bonita, what’s going on?” I ask, desperate to make her feel better.
“I just think it’s been a very emotional day, you know? Christmas hasn’t been easy for me in a while, and today was so amazing. I'm just crashing from the adrenaline high you gave me all day.”
I let out a low chuckle, and she starts laughing too. I finally let myself relax.
“I’ll tell you what,” I say, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s order some desserts and take them to my room.” I’m hoping a change of scenery will lift her mood.
She lifts her face, and for the first time tonight, she smiles with her eyes.
“You like that idea?” I ask, leaning close to nibble her ear. She nods, cheeks flushing.
“Just you wait—you’ll see what I have planned for us after I eat you all night long.”
I signal the waiter, asking him to send our dessert to my suite. When I glance back at Mia, she’s still smiling, her fingers drawing lazy circles on the tablecloth.
Watching her like this—content but still a little distant—makes me come up with a wild thought.
Would Mia say yes if I invited her to go to Chile with me? We could spend New Year's there. It’s summer in the southern hemisphere, after all.
A bunch of ideas race through my head. I know she wants to go to school and keep working on a farm, but the thought of having her travel with me?
That’s the last piece of the puzzle I’d been missing before telling her what I really want.
Handling my business while still having her by my side.
Maybe even show her what life with me could really look like.
The band shifts into a slower bachata. The guitar shimmers like starlight. Mia’s fingers find mine under the table, and the restaurant blurs to a warm hush.
“Dance with me,” I say.
We slip from the table and onto the small patch of floor near the band. Her palm settles in mine, her other hand on my shoulder; my hand finds the curve of her back. We fall into an easy rhythm—close and unhurried.
Music winds around us, and the ocean breeze drifts in through the open glass doors, lifting the edge of her hair and blending the waves with the melody.
Little by little, she relaxes, her smile returning in pieces until it’s whole again.
When the song fades, I tip my forehead to hers. “Ready to head out?”
She nods, and we leave the reception hand in hand, Kiss Me by Lola Jane following us outside like a promise.
We rush to my room, like two teenagers dying of anticipation. Every step feels like one step closer to forever.
When we reach my suite, I unlock the door and push it open. Moonlight spills in through the balcony, casting silver lines across the floor.
I let Mia go in first, taking my time to memorize this moment—Mia Martínez is about to be mine.
“Baby,” I say softly as I close the door behind me. “I’m not sure how I went all night without touching you the way I wanted. But the second we crossed that door, all bets are off.”
I close the distance between us in three quick strides and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against me. The movement causes her tits to rise, and I take it as an invitation. I trace her perfect globes with my tongue.
She moans. “Don’t make me wait any longer, Diego. I want you inside me.”
Fuck, I love how vocal she is. It’s like she was made for me and my filthy mouth.
I push her against the wall and slowly unzip her dress, letting it pool down by her feet. I let my eyes drink her up. She’s every bit my wet dream. Her tits are the perfect handful, her hips are wide, legs thick, and I could devour that ass all day and night.
“Like what you see?” the vixen says, turning her back to me and swaying her hips.
“You know I do,” I say, palming my dick through my pants.
“Then why are you still dressed? I’ve been wanting to have you inside me since our first date.”
I remove my jacket and my shirt. “Fuck, baby. If you knew how that dirty mouth of yours makes me wild.”
“Don’t tell me. Show me,” she says, bending over and pushing her ass up as she removes her thong.
I unbuckle my belt with fast-moving fingers. I eat the distance between us in two quick strides, the need to be near her overriding everything else.
When I press my hard cock against her ass, Mia moans. My dick jerks in reaction. I inhale a deep breath, willing myself to calm down and not blow my load before I can be inside her.
Her hands go to her back, where she finds mine and, intertwining them, she places them on her breasts.
“I’ve wanted to have you like this since the moment I got you out of the pool,” I say, flexing my hands, trying to perk up her nipples. It’s like we’re perfectly in sync. Her hands fly up to grab the back of my neck, pulling me closer and giving me room to play with her tits.
I grab her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and she grinds her ass against my dick in response.
“Diego, as much as I like pre-gaming, get inside me already.”
“This is going to be hard and fast, baby. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”
I press a kiss to her shoulder before releasing her breasts and looking for a condom in my wallet. Once I’m sheathed, I tease her entrance with my painfully hard rod.
My Mia pushes against my cock, and I slowly enter her warm, tight pussy.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. You’re going to milk me so good.”
Mia’s breathing is measured, like she’s focusing on that instead of on what I’m making her feel.
When I’m completely seated inside her, I take a deep breath before I pull out. She matches my movements, and we create a fast-paced rhythm. Hunger and lust merge, a wild symphony of breath, skin, and movement.
“Papi, faster. I need more,” Mia says, panting.
I lose any thread of restraint I had and piston in and out of her.
“Fuck, Diego like that. Right there. There,” she says when I hit her G-spot.
One of her hands leaves the back of the sofa and disappears between her legs, and I stop moving.
She gives me a look that says, What the fuck is wrong with you?
“You’re coming on my cock, Mia. I’ll be damned if the first time I’m inside you, you’re going to touch your clit to come.”
She huffs and pouts—so fucking adorable.
“But I’ve never been able to come without touching my clit,” she says.
“That’s because you’ve never been with me, baby.”
I thrust hard against her, making the sofa slide across the floor. Her hand flies back to it.
I hold her tighter, one hand around her waist, the other tangled in a fistful of hair.
“I want the entire resort to hear how hard you come on my cock, Mia. I want you to pant, scream, moan. I don’t fucking care what it is—I just want to hear you,” I say through my teeth.
“Oh, papi, yes. It feels so good. Fuck, your cock is so big. I love how it fills me up.” Her words falter, and I can feel her walls pulsing against my rod.
“Come for me, baby. Tell them whose pussy this is.”
“Yours, Diego. Tuya.”
Her head drops, body going still as a tremor runs through her. I drive into her once, then two more times before I fall off the proverbial cliff right after her. The thought of coming bare inside her makes me roar in ecstasy.
What the fuck?
I let my body rest against her, careful not to crush her.
“Wow, you’ve truly fucked me,” she says, looking back at me, her eyes are bright with bliss.
I chuckle, then press my lips to hers. Everything with her feels so effortless; I don’t need to show my money off for her to look at me with those adoring eyes.
I pull out slowly, and her little whimper makes me pause—but when I see her pout, I realize she’s not hurt. She just wants more.
“Ready for round two?” I ask, tying the condom and tossing it in the trash.
“Yes, sir,” she says with a saucy smile.
I walk back to her and scoop her up, carrying her to my room. “Give me five, and I promise I’ll make you see stars again.”
True to my word, I give her two more orgasms. Later, under the warm spray of the shower, she goes down on me, milking my cock and swallowing every drop of my cum.
As we lie in bed, I hold her in my arms, thinking about how lucky I am to have met this extraordinary woman—and how the universe somehow found a way for me to keep her by my side while still working with my family.
Her breathing is steady, most likely she’s already asleep, but I still murmur against her skin, “Feliz Navidad, Bonita. I’ll make sure all your dreams come true.”
I wake up with a hard-on, and my first thought is to sink inside Mia for some relief. But when I reach for her, the bed is cold.
“Mia?” I call out, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Nothing.
I get up, pull on a fresh pair of boxers, and head to the living area. The first thing I notice is her dress—it’s gone.
After checking every corner of my suite, the truth settles in.
She left.