26. Isabel
26
ISABEL
M iguel hugged me close. His strong arms wrapped around me as my bare ass warmed on the hood of the car. With the engine still running and his dick stuffed inside me so deep, it was impossible for the fading waves of my orgasm to cease completely.
It was difficult to think, let alone plan to get up off the car.
But the shock of what we’d done stunned me.
“I can’t believe…” I shook my head slowly, staring up at him with wonder and awe but also incredulously.
“Hmm?” He wore a smug smile as he eased out of me.
Cum slid out, sticking to my thighs, and I watched him stare at it.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He didn’t lose the smile as he started to shove his dick back into his pants.
Okay, seeing him look at my pussy dripping with his cum was the definition of hot. His ownership of fucking me on the hood was even hotter.
But…
“And incredibly stupid!” A single laugh burst out of me. “We’re supposed to be worried about someone tailing me, or us?—”
“I am worried. There’s no supposed about it.” He continued cleaning himself up, getting his dick back in his shorts.
“And someone is trying to kill me. Or you.”
Still putting himself back together, he reached back and pulled a gun out to set it on the hood. “I haven’t forgotten.”
Oh, his cockiness shouldn’t be this amusing and fun.
“Yet you’re standing out here with your big dick out and not paying attention.”
“I’m always paying attention.” He leaned in to kiss me.
“Me too, but?—”
“Then we’ll both be observant together. Partners, Isabel. You’ve had my back and I’ve had yours.”
This low, sexy, gruff tone of his would be my undoing. I’d just come so hard and I wasn’t impervious to his soft, tender kisses and confident words.
“Did you see a car pass that whole time?”
I shook my head. “No. I wasn’t looking, but even if I had noticed, I was busy and…”
“But you would’ve noticed. You’re not dumb. You’re not slow. I hate that Louis gave you such a shitty childhood that you had to learn to be this aware of the world and develop a mature sense of survivalist mentality so early, but it’s one of the sexiest things about you. I admire how observant you are, sweetheart, and it’s just another little way I know you’re perfect for me.”
His flattery was going a long way toward appeasing me. I’d never tire of hearing him talk like this, turning what was really a negative into something positive. But still, the shock persisted.
“I just can’t believe… Anyone could’ve driven by. Anyone could’ve seen us. Having sex in public—twice—is just out there for me.”
He grinned. “Me too. As a private man who relies on aliases, blending in, and not being detected, this is unusual for me, too.”
I smiled. “I’m not that sexually adventurous.”
“We’ll explore together.” He framed my face and kissed me. “We’ll learn together what we want.”
“Well,” I said with a slight huff. “I just wanted to make you feel good in the relative privacy we had in the car.”
“And I couldn’t give up a chance to fill your cunt with my cum.”
Such dirty words. I loved it.
With him standing in front of me, blocking me, no one in the car that sped by could see anything private of me. Christmas lights attached to the roof of their car flickered like crazy as the vehicle full of young tourists sped by, music blaring and partying on.
They were my peers, twentysomethings with their whole lives ahead of them. Yet, here I was…
“Miguel.” I sighed and shook my head. “We’re playing with fire. Not using condoms. No protection…” His cum slid out of me, reminding me of how risky we were being.
He lowered his gaze, looking at my pussy like he wanted it all over again. That hunger was a hell of a turn on. I definitely had his attention and could keep it, but logic remained loud at the forefront of my mind.
“What if I’m…”
He pushed that cum right back in, teasing my sensitive flesh. “I’d be glad to knock you up.” He leaned in to kiss me, then as he stood up straight, he helped me slide off the car and stand. “Looking forward to having a baby with you would fit right into my retirement plan.”
I gawked at him. “Retirement plan?”
He nodded, leading me back to the car to get in.
“Are you serious?” Disbelief gripped me.
“Yes. I was serious about this before I met you. I’ve been working a lot. Too fast, too much.”
“That sounds more like you’re burning out, not nearing retirement.” I’d teased him about being older than me, but I didn’t mean it like that!
“No. I’m done. I don’t need to keep working. I’ve got more money than I could spend in my lifetime.”
I stared ahead as he started driving again. I wasn’t sure how I could accept this. It wasn’t a matter of him telling me what to do, but how quickly he could be so sure.
“We’ve only just met each other.”
“Yeah?” he glanced at me, smiling and at ease, not stunned.
“We hardly know each other.”
“We’ll spend the rest of our lives figuring it out. You beat away the solitude, Isabel. You’re what I’ve been missing.”
“Still. You were sent to kill me. And now you’re making long-term plans with me?”
He nodded, calm and confident. “It does sound crazy, but it doesn’t feel like it. It feels right.”
I couldn’t argue that. “It does.” Fast, but right.
I almost wanted to slap myself silly to be doubting this or him. I’d wanted to be seen and matter for so long. I’d yearned for company, for a family. Now that it sounded like it could happen, I was struggling to accept it. A small fear of getting my hopes up too high, only to be disappointed, scared me.
“I’m serious, sweetheart. I will spend the rest of my life protecting you. You’re it for me.”
“But to retire?”
“Are you worried about finances?”
I wasn’t. I did all right for myself. “No, but retirement…” I laughed once. “I’m only twenty-three. Most people my age are starting a career, not talking about ending one.”
“I’m only thirty-three. And I’m confident that I’m done. I’ll support you by watching you doing your murals and taking care of the baby.” He smiled. “Babies.”
“Oh, God.” I rubbed my face, feeling my smile. “You’re serious.”
“I am.”
“You’ll just retire and—Miguel, you’re not old enough to retire!”
He chuckled. “I’m not that old.”
He wasn’t, but this was just so much to take in.
“Don’t be nervous,” he advised.
“I’m… I’m not.” I took his free hand and held it between both of mine. “I had been starting to think about forever with you and wasn’t sure how it could work. I didn’t know if a hitman for the Cartel had kids or wanted families.”
“I’ve wanted a family for a long time,” he admitted.
“Me too. Having a husband and children have been a distant dream for me for so long. I always wanted someone to share life with, to be with.”
He lifted my hand to kiss my knuckles again.
“I’ve always felt like half of me was missing. Like something or someone could be out there to complete me, to make me feel whole again.”
“I’ll be your soul mate, sweetheart.” He gave me such a serious look of heat and intense affection that I wanted to crawl back over and kiss him again, but that’d lead to fucking on the hood again, and I was sore. I needed a slight breather.
Yet, as he said those words, soul mate , it didn’t sound right. He was. Without a fragment of doubt in my mind, he was my soul mate. I knew no other man could ever compare. No one else would sync with me and mesh into my life like he did. That was a fact.
But his analysis and interpretation of what I said didn’t really make sense. His assumption of my referring to a soul mate wasn’t what I felt.
“It’s just that I’ve always felt lost. Not only because of how Louis gave me a chaotic and unsteady childhood, but like there was always something more to me than what I represented.”
His brow furrowed as he drove.
It was confusing. This sense of feeling lost, this idea of not being completely me , was a perplexing concept that I often wanted to dismiss as an unresolved curiosity about my identity from a coming-of-age time.
When I said I felt like half of me was missing, it wasn’t a statement of needing to find love. But myself?
Every time I let the mystery of my funky mood and feelings affect me, I figured it was loneliness, a yearning to find a man whom I’d want to look at as my permanent partner.
And you’ve found him. Stop overthinking it.
My childhood and youth weren’t typical. I was raised in a broken home and without the love from a family, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t heal and grow with Miguel to embrace it with him as we started a future together.
“You really want to make this official?” I asked, hating how nervously those words left my mouth. I laid my hand on my stomach. “It’s like, the time that I could be knocked up in my cycle.”
He grinned, sure and smug. “Yeah, I am serious. Official and all.” Driving faster, he glanced at me. “Don’t worry. I’ll propose. I just need to remove the threat off your head first.”
I smiled, settling back against the seat. “My mother was always so worried about me finding a man. I think because she assumed, like her, I would be sold off to a man, arranged in a marriage that could benefit Louis somehow.”
“She never tried to protect you from him?”
I shook my head. “She was too weak. She has struggled with mental issues for as long as I could remember. Memory issues like forgetting my name. Confusion and paranoia, like another woman was supposed to take her place. Then the drugs…”
I grew quiet, reminded of how she was nearing her death even faster. It’d be a mercy for her now.
She’d never know any son or daughter Miguel and I could bring into the world. Any sons or daughters we’d love and cherish. Miguel was a hard man, a killer, but I couldn’t wait to see how he’d soften up for our children.
I frowned, stuck on that specific thought.
Daughters…
My mother had said it like that several times when I was little. That she had to get her daughters ready. Not just one. Not just me. Even in my little girl mindset, I was observant and noticed her slip. It made me assume she’d lost a child before. Maybe in death, and I hated that she could’ve suffered for so long, for a lifetime.
I was only just embracing the idea of starting a family, and the worry of losing a baby for any reason destroyed me.
“What are you thinking about?” Miguel asked, noticing how quiet I’d become.
I shook my head. “Just… thinking. About how life can change so much.”
I shoved my thoughts about my past behind me and tried to focus on the future. Squeezing his hand tighter, I drew a deep breath and hoped this next step would be over with quickly.
The faster we could get answers about why a hit was placed on me the way it had been, the sooner we could devote all our energy and attention to starting our family.