Chapter Fifty
Mikkel
“Love is not just looking at each other, it’s looking in the same direction.”
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
A day trip to Seattle sounded easy enough. Fly in, shake a few hands, smile for the cameras, cut the ribbon, then fly back. Simple. But by the time I wrapped up the office opening, handled back-to-back meetings, and sat through a dinner that lasted far longer than it should have, I was running on fumes.
Fun? Sure. But exhausting as hell.
The second I stepped off the plane in New York, my body gave up. I barely made it to my bed before I passed out, only to wake up to Abigail scolding me about pushing myself too hard. It would’ve been cute if I hadn’t felt like I was dying. Then she called my mom—who, of course, lectured me on self-care and rest.
Between them, I had no choice but to give in. So, I rested for two days, then got back to work—eating properly, flying to Los Angeles with Arnoldo, Morison, and Sapphire for market scoping, and returning to finalize the acquisition.
The board approved it without hesitation, calling it perfect timing. Photo ops were arranged, final meetings with Cortez were scheduled, and the launch was set for Christmas Eve. I didn’t see the need for a launch party, but Morison insisted it was the perfect way to close out the year and celebrate Elite Rides’ success.
Tonight, though, was a long overdue hangout at Arnoldo’s house. It was good to unwind with them for a change.
Arnoldo leaned back in his chair, one hand gripping his glass of gin, the other gesturing lazily as if the question wasn’t about to stir up some kind of debate. “How much money is too much to spend on your woman?”
The room fell silent for a moment, knowing this would be good. Alex leaned back, grinning. “Here we go.”
Dillon was first to speak, casual as ever. “I don’t put a tally on it. But it’s possibly the matching Bugatti Tourbillon for her and the twins.”
The guys chuckled, shaking their heads at the opulence. But that was Dillon—never shy to splurge.
Lucio, lounging with his usual smirk, raised an eyebrow. “The unborn twins?”
Dillon grinned. “They’ll be born soon, and it was necessary.”
Laughter erupted at the thought of twins in luxury cars. Arnoldo crossed his leg. “You’re insane.”
“Insane or prepared?” Dillon shot back, pride in his eyes.
I shook my head, half-amused. “I’d probably do the same.”
Dillon grinned. “She’s my whole life. If she wants it, she gets it. Simple as that.”
The room grew quiet—not out of surprise, but because we’d all seen it before. Dillon didn’t play when it came to Azzaria.
“She’s worth every cent,” he added, his voice softer than expected. “The cars are nothing compared to my love for her. ”
Arnoldo smirked, tipping his glass toward Alex. “What about you?”
Alex stretched out, taking a slow sip. “European vacation homes.”
Arnoldo raised a brow. “Across the continent?”
Alex grinned. “Mara wanted places in Belgium, Amsterdam, France, Italy, Spain. Gotta have options.”
I laughed. “Sounds like a property portfolio.”
Arnoldo chuckled. “Now we know Alex’s been busy fathering Isaiah, flying planes, and collecting homes like souvenirs.”
Alex shrugged. “If it makes her happy, I’m good with it.”
The conversation shifted, and Arnoldo’s gaze landed on me. “Alright, Suarez. What’s the damage?”
I leaned back, amusement in my eyes as thoughts of Abigail crossed my mind. “My jet,” I admitted, running a hand over my jaw.
Arnoldo raised an eyebrow. “I thought you bought that for the company?”
I shook my head and took a slow sip of water. “She has flight anxiety.”
“I’m waiting for you to tell me this is a joke,” Arnoldo said, his tone edged with disbelief.
Dillon and Lucio exchanged knowing glances, their smirks speaking volumes.
“Keep waiting, Reyes,” Lucio said, his voice laced with amusement.
Arnoldo shook his head, exasperated. “ Eres increíble .” 164
“The rule,” I said simply, letting the words hang in the air, “is whatever she wants, she gets.”
He snorted. “The rule? Come on, there’s always a limit.”
I shook my head. “Not for her. What are millions compared to her?”
Arnoldo let out a low whistle. “Damn. No wonder she’s got you whipped.”
“When you love a woman, you love a woman, Reyes. And I happen to love mine.”
“I’d say you’re bordering on obsessed.”
“Bordering?” I laughed. “I am obsessed with her.”
Reyes chuckled, shaking his head. “Lucio, what about you? What’s your damage?”
Lucio glanced at his wedding band, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Marina likes the water, so I bought her an island and two yachts.”
Arnoldo raised an eyebrow. “An island? Two yachts? Was that really necessary?”
“Does it matter?” Lucio shrugged, smiling as he twisted the band.
Arnoldo crossed his arms. “You guys are wild. All this for love?”
I shrugged. “You’d do the same if you were in our shoes.”
“I don’t think I’d drop millions on a yacht, let alone three,” Arnoldo said, more to convince himself.
Lucio smirked. “It’s not about the money. It’s about making her happy.”
Arnoldo sat back, stunned. “You’re telling me you’d drop anything for your women? No questions asked?”
“Yes,” we confirmed.
“I’m not even surprised.”
“So, what’s the most you’ve ever spent, Arnoldo?” Alex asked, leaning forward, his curiosity clear.
“The Aruban house as a gift to myself or one of my cars.” Arnoldo sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t have any women to spend on.”
Dillon raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping across his face. “When do you plan to fix that?”
Arnoldo rolled his eyes, his smirk betraying his discomfort. “I don’t.”
“Let’s hope you catch the bouquet at Dillon’s wedding, Reyes,” Alex chimed in, his sarcasm thick.
“Very funny,” Arnoldo shot back, crossing his arms but failing to hide his grin. “I’m too busy for commitment.”
I leaned back, amusement flickering in my eyes. “Busy doing?”
“Running the biggest multi-billion-dollar law firm in the country and keeping you all in business,” Arnoldo replied, shrugging it off. “Not every guy needs a partner to feel complete. ”
“True,” I said, keeping it light. “But you might want to reconsider. You’re missing out on some good stuff.”
Arnoldo laughed, shaking his head. “Why are you all so hellbent on me falling in love?”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling my attention away. I checked the screen—Abigail had texted me. My cheeks flushed as I read her message.
Red: I’m so wet thinking about you.
Red: *attachment*
They caught the look on my face, and Arnoldo raised an eyebrow. “What’s that grin about?”
“Just a… message from Abigail.” I cleared my throat, trying to keep myself composed. “I should probably get home.”
“Damn, man,” Dillon said, feigning shock. “Is everything okay?”
I gulped the rest of my water. “It will be.”
The guys exchanged glances, amused and curious. But all I could focus on was Abigail and that damn picture.
I pushed back from my seat. “We’ll talk later.”
As I headed for the door, Arnoldo called after me. “Drive safe, Suarez.”
The drive home was unbearable. Every mile, every second, stretched unbearably. Every red light, every delay, tested my patience. By the time I pulled into the parking lot, my pulse was a hammer, anticipation coiling tight in my gut.
I fumbled with my keys, barely getting the door open before stepping inside. The warmth of home wrapped around me, but it wasn’t what made my breath catch. It was her .
She sat on the counter like a vision conjured straight from my deepest, filthiest fantasies. The soft glow of the kitchen lights kissed every curve, making the sheer lingerie cling to her skin like sin itself. A glass dangled from her fingers, her green eyes gleaming with something wicked .
“You got here quickly,” she mused, her lips curving in amusement.
Not quickly enough.
“I couldn’t resist,” I admitted, stepping closer, every inch closing the aching distance between us. “Not after that message.”
Her giggle was low, teasing. “Was it the picture or the words that did it?”
I swallowed hard. Both.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body warm and pliant against mine. The scent of liquor lingered between us, smoky and rich.
“What are you drinking?” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her jaw, trailing lower.
“Whiskey.”
“Are you drunk?” My hands slid down, gripping her lush curves as I kissed her neck, tasting the heat of her skin.
She giggled again, pressing a finger to my lips. “Not really.” Then, her hand trailed down my chest, lingering on the chain around my neck before stopping at my zipper. “I’m sober enough for your cock.”
A rough sound tore from my throat as my already hardened cock twitched at her words. Her fingers undid my belt with practiced ease, and before I could think, she knocked back the rest of her whiskey and hopped off the counter.
Without hesitation, she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bedroom. “I’m all yours, Mikkel.”
God, she had no idea.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The lingerie, the exact shade of her copper-platinum curls, hugged her like it had been made for this moment. The contrast of her bare skin against the sheer fabric made my throat dry. Her flushed face, her glassy green eyes, her cornrows—everything about her was utterly irresistible .
She climbed onto the bed, moving with an effortless confidence that sent a fresh wave of heat through me. My body was a live wire, my restraint unraveling by the second.
Then she met my gaze, bold and unashamed .
“Watch me,” she whispered, propping herself up on the pillows.
My breath stilled.
“Hm?”
She ran a slow, teasing hand down her stomach.
“Watch me touch myself.”
Fuck.
I stood frozen, jaw tight, fists clenched, every cell in my body screaming for her. For us.
I didn’t just watch.
I memorized.
I tossed my head back, the sight of her propped up and completely open for me was enough to bring me to my knees.
Giving me a saucy little smile, she pulled the straps down and popped her breasts out, making me moan as her hard nipples were exposed.
“That feels so good, baby,” she crooned, grabbing a handful of her breast as her other hand rubbed between her legs. The cycle repeated until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck it,” I muttered and climbed on the bed.
“I’m not done yet!” she protested as I slipped my hand up her thigh, the wetness already running down.
“I’m going to finish you. How do you want it?”
She bit her lip and smirked. “How do I want what?”
I moved my hand from her thigh and brought it to her neck, gripping it gently. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Y-you pick,” she whispered.
“Hold on to the head board and don’t let go.”
She nodded and did exactly as she was told.
“Like this?” I asked, lining my cock up with her pussy and thrusting in. I groaned and she shrieked as the tightness of her pussy wrapped around my dick.
So fucking wet...
So fucking hot…
“L-like t-that,” she stuttered .
She moaned and panted, her body squirming against mine as I rolled her hardened nipples between my fingers. Gripping the headboard for support, she held on tightly as I thrust into her, hard and rough. Her breaths hitched with every stroke, her movements matching my rhythm as her breasts swayed in time with my movements.
“Mikkel! Mikkel!” She shouted. “Right there. Please, please please.”
It only took a minute before an explosive orgasm overtook her. The rapture sent her soaring and her body shuddering at the intense sensations ripping through her.
“Hmm,” she moaned, bringing her hand to massage my balls.
My cock bobbed in front of me, glistening with her cum. She looked at me, my eyes now glazed with lust.
“Open up, baby. Clean all your cum off my cock.”
She quickly went on her knees, and leaned forward eagerly to take me in her mouth. I moaned at the contact, my hand instinctively reaching her hair. Her green eyes were filled with passion as she looked up at me, her lips tightly stretched around my cock and her body on display for me.
“I love when you suck my cock,” I praised as she played with my balls, making me groan as I thrust harder and faster.
Sliding my hands into her hair, disheveling her cornrows, I thrusted hard and fast into her mouth as she sucked with even more force.
“Fuck yes, baby.”
The muffled whimpers she made vibrated against me, intensifying the pleasure as her fingers gripped my balls. I tightened my hold on her hair, my head falling back as the tension built. Thrusting into her mouth, I held her close, feeling the movements of her throat and tongue as I came. Wanting more, I withdrew at the last moment, releasing the final strands across her breast.
“Clean off your fingers with your mouth, baby,” I said, my voice a little hoarse. “And don’t touch the cum on your breasts, I like seeing it there.”
“Or,” she spoke up, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “let’s get in the shower.”
“Adventurous tonight, aren’t you? ”
She nodded, a playful smile curving her lips. “You have no idea.”
We stepped into the bathroom, but I stopped in my tracks. She stood there, bathed in soft light, effortlessly captivating. The curve of her back, the way her copper platinum curls framed her face—every inch of her held me spellbound. My gaze traced the graceful sway of her hips, the quiet radiance she carried, and for a moment, I forgot everything else.
She turned to look at me. “You coming in?”
“I just needed a minute.”
“A minute to?” She asked, picking up a bar of soap and rubbing it over her body.
“Admire you, baby,” I finally said and joined her in the shower. “You drive me crazy.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“In the best way,” I confirmed. “Seeing your wet pussy like that, that text message. The matching lingerie, knowing how your greedy cunt always milks my cock and how fucking sexy your sounds are. I just…. You’re perfect .”
Her cheeks reddened as her smile reached her eyes.
I took the soap from her, lathering it in my hands before slowly soaping her neck, chest, and breasts. My hands lingered longer than necessary until she moaned softly and gently pushed them away.
“I love your touches,” she whispered and grabbed the soap from me, repeating the process on me this time.
She rubbed my neck, trailing down to my chest, then lower, gliding over my stomach to my pelvis before finally wrapping her slick fingers around my hard cock.
“Is that for me?”
“It’s always for you, mi reina. ”
I pulled her closer, kissing her passionately as our wet, soap-covered bodies pressed together. She stroked me, and I ran my hands down her back to her ass. The kiss deepened, and soon we were grinding into each other.
“Another round, Red? ”
She nodded, a small moan escaping. “Fuck me till the sun comes up.”
She moaned louder as my fingers teased her clit, her grip tightening on me while her strokes became firmer. Our kisses grew more intense, urgent, and hungry. Breaking the kiss, she dropped to her knees, guiding my dick gently into her mouth as her eyes locked with mine.
A deep groan escaped me, and I leaned back against the shower wall, overwhelmed by the sensation. My hand rested lightly on the back of her head, guiding her. Her moans vibrated through me, driving me wild. Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled her up from her knees, adjusting our positions until I slid my cock between her legs.
“Oh my gosh,” she whimpered. “ Yes! Yes! Yes! ”
Our hips pressed together, and she moaned as I brushed cock across her pussy lips, teasing her. She squirmed, trying to position herself closer, but every time she got near, I pulled back, savoring the moment. Sliding to my knees, I grabbed the shower head and brought it closer to her clit.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “E-everything f-feels better when you do it.”
Another moan came, a much louder one, as I replaced the water with my tongue. I licked her outer lips gently, teasing her, feeling her body quiver from my attention. Becoming more insistent, her hand found the back of my head and pressed my face into her. Soon her hips were grinding erratically, and her moans were becoming louder, echoing in space.
“D-Don’t stop,” she breathed. “P-please.”
Gently, I slid a finger inside her, then a second, as I kept working her clit over with my tongue. Her hips moved faster as I found her g-spot, massaging it slowly with my fingers, while pressing my tongue hard against her clit, grinding it. She began to shudder and shake, the vibrations causing me to go even harder.
“Mikkel!” she yelled and came right on my tongue. Her muscles contracted around my fingers, and her entire body pressed down against me. With a final shudder, she relaxed, and we collapsed together on the shower floor. I held her, her head on my shoulder, as her breathing returned to normal. At some point, she must have felt my dick poking at her, because she took it into her hand and looked at me .
“Do you want it like this?” She asked as she stroked me. “Or in my pussy?”
“That mouth of yours,” I whispered, dragging my thumb over her lips, “will be the death of me.”
She grinned as the stroking continued and my hand found its way to the underside of her breast, my fingers occasionally moving up to lightly pinch her nipple.
Then out of nowhere, she rushed to her feet.
“Come up here and fuck me.”
I wasted no time in rising, and soon she was bent at the waist, holding the safety bar. I moved behind her and ran my cock up her thigh, and between her legs then entered in one long slow push. She pushed back into me, and we both groaned as I filled her.
I let her set the pace, and she began slowly rocking back and forth onto me. Before long she started moving faster, and my hips started moving into her.
“ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! ” she screamed.
We kept a steady pace, but I needed to see her. I wanted to watch her as I filled her with my cock. Pulling out, I turned her around before she could say a word. Pressing her against the wall, I lifted her leg for better access. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leg around my waist as I entered her again.
Our lips met, and her nails dug into my shoulders, fueling my need. Each thrust brought us closer, our bodies in perfect sync. I kissed her jaw, her moans vibrating against me. She hit the shower wall with every thrust, legs tightening as I pinned her, and she moved herself up and down, driving us both higher.
Fucking her was the most out of this world experience.
“Cum inside of me, baby,” she whispered. “Be a good boy and do that for me.”
I’ve never been called that but suddenly, I wanted to drop to my knees and show her how good I could be. Repeatedly .
Putting her head right beside my ear and increasing her riding speed, she whispered, “you’re so good to me.”
I could feel myself getting close, and held her even tighter. My motions were becoming more erratic, and fuck, I wasn’t gonna last. My balls tightened and my brain felt like it was imploding. I turned my head and kissed her hard as I felt my orgasm wash me.
As soon as I came, her legs clamped hard around me, and she moaned into my mouth. Her pussy went into overdrive, trying to milk every drop of cum from me. We trembled against each other, our lips still locked as pleasure consumed us. As the intensity faded, I sank to the floor of the tub, guiding her down with me, holding her close as our breathing slowly steadied.
“Just the way I like it,” she whispered.
“The way you like it?” I asked in between deep breaths.
She nodded. “Good boy.”
We moved to the tub, my back resting against the side as Abigail settled in my lap. A soft whimper of disappointment left her lips as I slipped out, her hold on me tightening. I pressed gentle kisses to her neck, my fingers threading through her curls as we held each other, letting the warm water wash over us.
Eventually, we separated and I cleaned us up.
“You’re the only one,” she murmured, her voice a soft caress that wrapped around my heart. “The only person I have ever and will ever let cum inside of me.”
I felt like I’d just scaled a mountain, breathless and exhilarated, her words elevating me to heights I never imagined I could reach.
Her eyes sparkled with an intensity that took my breath away. “I trust no one as deeply as I trust you.”
“ Te amo , 165 ” I whispered, the words spilling from my lips like a sacred promise.
“ Te quiero mucho , 166 ” she replied softly, and I froze, my gaze snapping to hers. It was the first time she’d ever spoken to me in Spanish.
“Say it again,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.
She leaned in, her lips brushing mine. “ Te amo, guapo. 167 ”
“? Siempre ? 168 ” I asked, my heart pounding.
“ Siempre .”