Chapter 19
Luna
I run my fingers through his hair as he looks at me. I can see the intensity in his eyes, and it unnerves me a little.
“Do you hate me?” I ask him. He shakes his head.
“No. I could never hate you, Chula.”
“You said it, though.” He blows out a breath and steps back a little, letting my hands fall to my lap.
“I know what I said. I hate what you did. It was stupid and you know it.”
“It got you back, didn’t it?” I argue with him.
“At what fucking cost to you? Huh?” he yells as he runs his hand through his own hair.
“It doesn’t matter the cost to me as long as I have you!
” I scream back at him. He looks back up at me with that same intensity in his eyes before he moves.
He clears the room in a few steps, grabbing my face in his hands before his lips crash against mine.
His kiss is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
He doesn’t stop kissing me either until my lips are swollen. He pulls back and lowers himself down as he shoves me back onto the counter.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating your pussy,” he says, knowing I have nothing on under his shirt.
“On your brother’s counter?”
“You have an objection?” I shake my head as he grins at me and moves lower.
He spreads my legs and jerks me toward the end of the counter before he dives in.
His tongue works magic on me. He flicks my clit before shoving his tongue inside me and wiggling it around.
I’m not going to be able to take too much of him doing this to me.
It feels too good. I shove myself up on my elbows and look down at him as he looks up.
Our eyes lock, and the air leaves my lungs as I take him in.
Marco doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking until my knees begin to tremble and my eyes roll back.
Then I feel his fingers slipping inside me, and I arch my back to feel more.
My hips rock into him, needing more. And Marco gives it to me.
He slams his fingers in and out of me while I bite my lip, trying not to scream for him.
I’m sure he’d love it, but I can’t do that, not here.
He works his fingers in and crooks them at the perfect angle, and that’s all I can take. I come for him just like he knew I would, and he cleans up the mess I made with his mouth and tongue.
He sits back and looks up at me as I catch my breath and smile back at him.
“You like when I eat your pussy?” he asks me.
“I love it.”
“Good girl.” Now my smile gets bigger as he stands and helps me off the counter. I adjust the shirt when he comes up behind me and slaps my ass roughly. I yelp, but then he grabs my hand and leads me back to the bedroom, where he pulls the blankets back and helps me in.
“Should we really be staying here?” I ask, glancing around the room.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. It’s not … home.”
“One day, a place like this will be.”
“You think so?” I ask, looking back over at him now.
“Yeah, I do. I’m going to do it, Chula. I’m going to take him up on the offer.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I want everything for you. I want you to have whatever you want, and I want to be the one to provide it, but not like this. Not like I have been.”
“Crew isn’t easy to leave,” I tell him, thinking about the fact I’ve been gone for so long and Rafe may very well come looking for me.
“I know that. But I’m hoping the guys will understand where I stand with all this,” he tells me.
“I’m sure they will.”
“What about you? You were supposed to go back,” he reminds me.
“I’m not going back, Marco. I’m never going back,” I tell him. He nods his head and lays down next to me, pulling the blanket over us both. I scoot over and get as close as I can before resting my head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat.
I don’t know how long we sleep, but when I wake up, he’s awake too. He’s pacing the room, running his hand through his hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. Something. Everything.”
“Come back to bed,” I tell him.
“I can’t sleep here.” I nod my head and climb off the bed, grabbing my clothes and pulling them on, passing Marco his shirt. He’s already in his jeans and shoes.
“Let’s go home,” I tell him.
“You want to?”
“Not my apartment, no.”
“Your home is with me, Chula.” My heart feels like it’s going to explode from the way it’s beating so quickly. I don’t think I could love anyone more than I love him.
“I don’t know if you realize how much you mean to me,” I tell him truthfully.
“Yeah, I think I do. Because you mean the same to me.”
“Let’s go home.” Marco nods and grabs my hand, leading me out of the room and toward the door. We close the door behind us softly so we don’t wake Damion, and then we’re in the elevator. We ride it down and then head back out until we get to the sidewalk.
We don’t talk, we just walk. And the silence is welcoming because I have so much running through my head right now.
There are too many thoughts, and most of them I hate.
Especially, when it comes to Davey. What if I never see him again?
What if they take him and send him away, and that’s it?
I sniffle as a tear falls down my cheek.
Marco squeezes my hand tighter as we keep walking.
He knows I need the quiet right now, and he’s giving me that.
After what feels like forever, we make it back to our side of town and back inside Marco’s apartment. He leads me to the bed, and I climb in, only kicking my shoes off.
“What are you worried about?” he asks.
“That they’ll take Davey far from here and I’ll never see him again.”
“Damion is going to do everything he can to keep that from happening.”
“I know and I appreciate that. I’m just scared, Marco. I’ve never been without him, and he’s never been without me. What’s going to happen to him?” Now the tears fall down my cheeks. Marco comes to sit next to me, tossing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side.
“He’s going to be okay because he has the memory of you, Chula. He can’t lose that. He never will, and you have him in your heart. You’re going to see him one day. I know you will.”
“And a funeral? What do I do about mom?”
“Nothing. If you don’t claim the body, the state will deal with it,” he tells me. Is that what I want? To let them deal with it? I can’t afford a funeral, and there’s no way I can ask Damion for more money. I nod my head. He’s right. That’s the best way to go about it.
“Promise you’re never leaving me,” I whisper. Marco pulls me in tighter, keeping me tucked into his side.
“I’m never leaving you. You’re stuck with me, Chula.”
“I love your accent,” I tell him. I don’t think I’ve ever told him that before, but I do love it. Marco chuckles and tucks me closer.
“I love you.”
“What’s next? What do we do next?”
“We live, Chula. We live.”
“You know this isn’t going to be easy.”
“I know that. This is probably going to be the hardest thing we’ve ever done aside from losing the ones we love,” he tells me. I’m scared. I won’t lie and say that I’m not. This is a lot for me to take on, being twenty years old. This is a lot to handle.
“I’ve never asked you how old you were,” I ask, looking up at him. Marco smiles back at me, and it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay, and maybe it will be.
“I’m twenty-three.”
“You don’t care that I’m only twenty?”
“No. You’re not like any other twenty-year-old I’ve ever met, besides you’re not that much younger than me.” he adds with a slight laugh.
“Are we crazy? For doing this?”
“Why is it crazy? You’re going after something you want in life. That isn’t crazy, Chula. That’s smart. This life isn’t for you. Not when you know you can do so much more.”
“What if Rafe really comes looking for me?” Marco pulls me closer and holds me tighter, letting me know without words that he’ll protect me, and I know that he would.
“We’ll handle it.”