Chapter Ten #3
He frowned deeply. “If he does, he’s an idiot. I know you didn’t have anythin’ to do with them. It was easy to see how scared you were when all that shit happened. It makes me mad that he’s pickin’ on you.”
I frowned, not understanding. I tried the phrase Rex had taught me. “He pick me up?”
I could see how he tried to hide a smile as he explained. “Pickin’ on you…it means he was actin’ like a bully with you. You understand the word bully?”
“Bully.” I said it out loud. “Si. It means he treats me bad for…” I searched for the English word and finally settled for the Spanish. “He treat me bad for no razón.”
He nodded. “For no reason, that’s right. There was no reason to question any of the valets back at the office. Candy knows that. He put up a fight about it, but he lost because his boss agreed with Wallace.”
I committed the English word to memory before asking another question. “Candy…he’s your boss?” I reached up to my cheek and traced a finger from eye to mouth because I didn’t know the right word to use.
Rex nodded. “Yeah, the man with the scar on his face is Captain Candy Sorensen, my boss.”
“He no think I’m cartel.”
“No one thinks you’re cartel.”
“Wallace…he think I am.”
“Wallace is an idiot then. Anyway, you have nothin’ to hide, so it’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
“Thank you, for to believe me, Rex.” He reached out to take hold of my hand, and I curled my fingers around his. He was so strong and brave. I loved it when he touched me. Keeping my gaze on our hands, I asked, “Rex, why you no come to get me last night?”
He sighed, tightening his grip so I couldn’t pull away. “You remember when Candy called me on the phone?”
I glanced up at him, nodding. “Si.”
“Well, I got in trouble for not callin’ him to tell him what happened with them men who tried to hurt you at Dance Hall Boys. He made me stay and wash our two big trucks. One of ‘em is the size of a bus.”
My eyes widened.
“Anyway, I was there until after midnight. When I got upstairs, I realized I hadn’t had a signal on my phone while I was in the garage and I missed your calls.
I should’ve taken a break and tried to call you, but all I was thinkin’ about was how bad I wanted to get done so I could see you.
Then you wouldn’t take my calls.” He let go of my hand and rubbed his face with both hands.
“Anyway, then you blocked my number. I know that because the message went to green.” He paused, looking miserable as he stared at me with haunted blue eyes. “I’m so sorry, Cachi. I didn’t blow you off. It was all a mistake, but it was my fault. I was afraid I screwed everythin’ up with you.”
I felt so much better. I should’ve known he had a good reason not to show up without even calling. Rex was a good man. “I think you are a liar.”
Rex’s eyes went wide as he shook his head. “No, I’m tellin’ you the truth.”
“No. Rex. I say something wrong.” I balled one hand into a fist and tapped the side of my head. “I’m sorry my English is bad. I say, when you no come to pick me up, I think you are liar.”
He smiled. “Well, I’m not. I wanted to see you, and I’m just so sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want to. Everythin’ that happened was my fault.”
My heart suddenly felt like the vise around it was completely gone and my stomach was full of butterflies. “I like you so much, Rex. I’m glad you bring me here to change tonight.” I glanced at my watch. It was almost eleven. I had no idea. When I looked up again, Rex was watching me closely.
“You need to get home to your mama, sugar.”
I wanted to stay so badly. I wanted to take off the clothes that Rex had just given me and get into bed with him and feel his big, warm body pressing me down into the mattress.
Feel his weight on top of me, touch his tanned skin, and run my hands all over his muscles.
I desperately wanted to feel him inside me again.
But it was so late, and truthfully, I needed to go home and sleep so I could forget about the horrible things I’d seen today.
I nodded. “Si. Mamá worry if I no go home. She wait for me…no sleep. You understand?”
He nodded. “I’d like to take you right back to my bedroom and show you how sorry I really am, but I can wait until tomorrow, Cachi.” When a frown crossed his face, I tilted my head, trying to figure out what bothered him. “Are you dancin’ tomorrow?”
I nodded slowly. “Yes, but I get off at nine. Cocktail happy hour.”
“I’ll be there this time. I promise, Cachi.
” He glanced down at my mouth before looking back up again.
When he leaned forward, I met him halfway, accepting the kiss.
A moment later he broke the kiss as he pulled me up from the chair and crushed me against his wide chest with arms made like steel bands.
He grabbed my ass in two big hands, his mouth taking mine again, insistent this time as he plundered.
His swollen cock felt like stone as he held me tightly against his groin, grinding slowly.
Even with clothes between us, I felt his near desperate need, and I sighed in pleasure.
Here was this big, strong, virile man who couldn’t keep his hands off me.
There really was no one like Rex Monroe.
If he wasn’t every gay man’s fantasy wet dream, he should be.
All I could do was cling to his shoulders and lean against his rock-hard chest as he held my body pressed tightly against him.
If it were any other time, I knew he would have swept me into his arms and carried me off to bed.
Tonight, though, he kissed me thoroughly, reminding me just how much I would miss him when he finally pulled away.
And I did.