Chapter 29 #3
“For the app itself, probably a couple days. Depends on what you want sent out.” I look over at Alejandro to see what he’s thinking.
“All the receipts.”
“That’ll take at least a week. I was planning to—go house hunting with Tre.” I catch myself before I give away my real plan.
“You can make time to do that.”
“Thank you, Tío.” I’m truly appreciative that Tío Enrique’s still letting me prioritize Tre.
Tre and I are at the mansion Papá bought Mamá right after they got married.
It’s along the coast in Greenwich. Until recently, when Javier had some trouble with Madeline’s ex, it was our most guarded residence.
We’ve made sure it’s returned to that. It’s our fallout shelter should we ever need one in the U.S.
, but it’s also where my family often goes when we want to get away from NYC but can’t go somewhere abroad.
We always make people think we’ve left the country, but we haven’t.
We’ve gone an hour—on a good day—outside the city.
“Tre, the house overlooks the water. Come see the view.”
I lead her out through the French doors to the back patio. There are steps leading down a paved path. We talk as we make our way along the breathtaking cliffs.
“I’m glad I can share this place with you, Tre. It’s precious to my family just like you’re precious to me.”
“I never imagined any of this, Joaco. I came to New York wanting a fresh start but with an albatross around my neck. A mission I knew I needed to take seriously but couldn’t because it was doomed before it began.
I could’ve looked at your interest in me as a gift from above, the chance I needed to infiltrate your family.
I never did. I wanted you, and I thought—I feared—I’d never have you.
I wanted Joaquin the man, not Joaquin Diaz.
I thought you didn’t want me. Then I thought my family ties would get in the way.
So many people have tried to keep us apart, but you’ve been unwavering from the start.
I just didn’t realize it. I wish I’d seen it sooner. ”
“You saw it at the right time, Tre. It made me confront things about my childhood that I didn’t want to.
Things that haunt me still but no longer control me.
They’re no longer buried and able to consume me.
Without you, I’d be destined for a life alone.
I thought that was fine, but now I can’t imagine a worse fate than going through life without you.
You’ve forever changed me, and for once, change is for the better.
For once, I’m not terrified of change. I’m looking forward to it. No one else has ever given me hope.”
“That is the most profound thing anyone has ever said to me, Joaco.”
When we get to the end of the promontory, I position her to see the beach below. I finally got the text that everything is in place.
In pebbles, my brothers spelled out Tu sei la mia vita, il mio amore. “You are my love, my life,” in Italian.
Took the idiots like two hours to get it right.
Tre stares at the sand and rocks for so long that I grow worried, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. When she turns away from reading the rock message, I’m already down on one knee.
“I was attracted to you the moment I saw you. I thought your speech at the reception was witty and intelligent. Asking you to dance was the smartest thing I’ve ever done.
Walking out of that hotel room was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.
Thank you for giving me a chance to redeem myself.
I want to spend the rest of my life showing you I’m the man from the reception not the one from the morning after.
I love you, chiquita. Will you marry me? ”
“Yes!”
I haven’t even pulled out the ring box yet, and she’s tugging on my hand to pull me to my feet.
She flings her arms around my neck, and I lift her off her feet.
She smothers my face in kisses before our lips meet.
It’s passionate, but there’s so much tenderness in it that I know I could never find this with anyone else.
I’ve never shared a tender kiss with anyone but Tre.
I set her on her feet and reach into my pants pocket and pull out the ring box. I snap it open, and her mouth drops open.
“It’s perfect. How’d?—”
“Sera and Toria helped me.”
“Really? Carmine let you…”
“Yes. He even trusted me enough to only send Matteo.”
Tre grins at me, knowing what a show of good faith it was that Carmine agreed to let Sera go anywhere with me and have his cousin-in-law rather than him as his wife’s guard.
I slide the ring onto her finger, and it’s a perfect fit. It sparkles in the sunlight, and she stares at it as she twists her hand in one direction then the other.
“Daddy, it’s absolutely stunning. I can’t believe it. Thank you.”
“You truly like it?”
A moment of shyness kicks in, and she offers me the sweetest smile as she goes onto her toes. She wraps her arms around my waist as she kisses my neck.
“I love it because it’s gorgeous and exactly the style I want. But I love it more because it’s from you.”
I lift her off her feet again, and she shifts to wrap her arms around my neck. As we kiss, I twirl us side to side, careful not to do too much since I don’t want to make her dizzy.
“I feel like a princess in a movie.”
She says that as she bends her left leg and tilts her head back.
“Am I your prince? Or am I the frog still waiting to be turned into one?”
“You’ve always been a prince, Joaco.”
We laugh before heading back down to the house.
While my brothers probably squabbled over their perfectionism, Pablo and Alejandro set up a meal inside and decorated the dining room with Tre’s favorite flowers.
I’ll give the guys credit, no matter what anyone says, we’re all romantics at heart.
The guys are smartly gone before we make it into the house.
“This is gorgeous.” Tre leans forward to smell one of the bouquets.
“It is.”
She turns her head to glance at me and realizes I’m staring at her—her ass in particular. She straightens and leans back against the dining table.
“Are you hungry, Daddy?”
“Starving, chica?”
While there’s more food than the two of us can eat, there are only two place settings for a table that seats over twenty. I lift her onto the table and push up her dress. I skim my hands up her calves until I reach her thighs.
“Shall I have an appetizer?”
“I thought you could make an entire meal out of me.”
“Mmm. I think I will.”
I lower myself to my knee just like I did outside as she lifts her dress to her waist. Since she no longer wears panties, I have a view of the promised land when she spreads her legs for me.
I lick along the inside of her right thigh before flicking her clit.
I’m in no mood for teasing either of us this evening.
I dive in, thrusting my tongue inside her as I suck on her clit.
“Daddy!”
“Mmhmm.”
“Fuck.”
“I will.”
I continue my assault as I nibble, suck, and lick every inch of her pussy. She grips the edge of the table as I hook her legs over my shoulders and pull her ass forward until she’s resting on little more than her tailbone.
Frustrated, I pull back. She wails with equal frustration, but I reach around her and unzip her dress.
“Take this fucking thing off before I rip it off you.”
I’ll suffocate under the damn thing since neither of us is holding it up.
Plus, I want to touch more of her. She yanks it over her head and flings it somewhere behind me.
She returns to clutching the edge of the table as my hands run over her thighs, waist, ribs, and tits as I continue to worship her pussy with my mouth.
I glide my left hand up her belly and between her tits until I can press against her chest. I rise as I ease her back toward the table. My other hand cradles her head as she reclines against the surface. I cup her nape with my right hand as my left slides into her pussy.
“You’re fucking dripping for me, chica.”
“Always, Daddy.”
“How do you want me to make love to you?”
“I want you to go slow as you thrust into me while I lie here, grinding against me until I come. Once my cream and your cum’s coated your cock, I want you to lift me down, turn me around, bend me over this table, and fuck my ass hard.
I want my ass to keep you hard. I want you to hold my hair back while you feed me with your dick buried in my ass. ”
“You want me to have complete control of you.”
“Yes.”
I slide my hands beneath her and unfasten her bra before stripping.
I ease into her, careful not to jar her too much against the hard surface.
I guide her to wrap her legs around me as I lift her hips off the table.
I thrust into her, circling my hips, over and over.
I grind my pubic bone against her clit exactly the way I know she needs.
I lean forward and tongue her nipple before sucking on it.
“I’m close. May I come, Daddy?”
“As many times as you can, chiquita.”
I feel her flexing around my cock until she tenses and screams. I thrust harder now, moving faster as I push her toward a second orgasm. Her moans grow louder, and I encourage her to be as loud as she wants.
“No one else is here. Don’t hold back.”
“Joaco! Fuuuuck!”
I glance down and notice her fingers are white from how hard she’s gripping the table edge. I thrust once more, and I feel my cum shoot forward.
“Fuck, Tre. God, you feel so good. I can’t stop.”
I lift her from the table, guiding her to ride my cock until it finally stops shooting ropes of cum into her cunt. I walk toward where the food is set out and move a chair out of the way. I ease her off me and turn her around to face the table.
“I’ll go slowly. Safe word, Tre.”
“I know. Give me a moment.”