Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Itried. I really did try to just stay home. But when I overheard my dad was going to meet my uncles at the Lopez compound, I made him bring me. He wasn’t impressed, especially when I threatened to walk out the door alone and take myself. Which he knew I would follow through on.
Besides, Emilio said it himself. Nowhere is safer than their house.
They have so much security surrounding that place.
It always made me laugh how paranoid my Tío E was.
Now, I’m grateful Emilio has so much security with him.
I saw the report on the news. Someone had filmed a helicopter fly up, stop at the level of the building Emilio and I live on, and open fire.
It only lasted a minute before the helicopter started falling.
The camera panned to people running on the street.
“Stay with your sister,” my dad tells Alfie as we step out of the car. I turn and glare at him.
“I don’t need a babysitter, and I don’t need a chaperone.” I storm off towards the front door. The guard greets me with a smile before opening it for me. “Thank you,” I say as I pass him, because I might be shitty at my dad’s attitude, but it’s not this guy’s fault.
“Frankie, princesa. How are you?” Tío E is waiting in the foyer, probably for my dad and my other uncles.
“I’m okay. Where is he?” I ask.
“Back there, living room.” Tío E nods his head towards the hall that leads to one of the more casual living rooms in this palace of a house.
“Thanks.” My steps are quick, my heart beat even quicker. I’m nervous, mostly because I know he’s going to be pissed that I’m here when he told me to stay put. He’ll have to get over it.
The moment I walk into the living room, four pairs of dark eyes land on me, but it’s only the one pair that I care about seeing right now. I don’t think. I run and jump at him. Thankful he has quick reflexes and catches me. My lips fuse with his as my legs wrap around his waist.
“Yeah, that’s not ever going to be not fucking weird,” Ezekiel says.
“Kissing cousins isn’t supposed to be not weird,” Esterio says in Spanish and laughs.
Ignoring them all, I focus on Emilio. His touch, his kiss, his smell—that citrus scent that I can’t seem to get enough of. Leaning against his ear, I whisper, “Te amo.”
I feel his breath catch, and then he’s kissing me again.
“Fucking hell, really?” My brother’s voice is like a bucket of cold water splashed over me. I untangle myself from Emilio, but he doesn’t let go of me, keeping his hand flat on my lower back.
“What are you doing here? I told you to stay home.”
“And I told you, you aren’t the boss of me, Emilio,” I snap back. “Besides, this place is the safest house in town—you said so yourself.”
Emilio looks past me to Alfie. “You couldn’t keep her home?”
Alfie shrugs. “She threatened our father.”
“Why does that not surprise me?” Elias shakes his head. “Frankie, pleasure as always.” He raises his glass at me, his tone full of sarcasm.
My eyes squint at him. “Elias, whatever crawled up your ass, get one of those two to pull it out.” I point to Ezekiel and Esterio.
“Not it.” Ezekiel holds up his hands.
“You being here isn’t a good idea, Frankie. Do you think this is a joke? You think someone actively trying to kill us is a joke?” Elias asks.
“Of course I don’t.”
“Then how the fuck do you expect him…” He points at Emilio. “…to focus on staying alive if you’re here, and his sole purpose is to keep you alive?”
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that, Elias,” Emilio growls in Spanish.
All the brothers then start arguing, so fast I can’t actually keep up with what they’re saying.
Alfie pulls me back towards him. “You sure this is the family you want to be in bed with, sissy? They’re kinda insane.”
“He’s worth it,” I tell Alfie.
“If you say so,” my brother grunts.
“Come on.” Emilio takes my hand and leads me out of the room.
“Where are you taking her?” Alfie asks.
“To read a book.” Emilio smirks at my brother.
“Fucking asshole.” Alfie stomps over towards where Elias is at the bar and picks up a bottle of whiskey.
Emilio and I manage to make it upstairs to his bedroom before anyone can stop us. He locks the door. “I really wish you had stayed home, but fuck am I glad you’re here too,” he says.
I walk farther into the bedroom. I’ve been in here before, just not as Emilio’s girlfriend.
Usually it was me arguing with him about him being bossy and nosey.
There were always thoughts, though. I’d picture Emilio pushing me up against the wall, throwing me on the massive bed, and having his way with me.
The room is very Emilio. Dark. All the furniture is dark wood and the room is dressed with navy fabrics.
“You know there are things I always wanted to do on this bed.”
“You tired, Frankie? Want to sleep?” Emilio’s lips tip up at the side.
“Nope.” I shake my head and stand at the edge of the mattress. “It’s hot in here. Are you hot?” I ask as I pull my dress over my shoulders. I’m wearing a black lace matching bra and panty set. I kick off my shoes.
Emilio hasn’t moved. “What are the things you want to do on this bed?”
I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, letting it drop to the floor right next to my dress. I’ve never been ashamed of my body, but I’ve also never been as confident as when Emilio looks at me with that heat in his eyes.
“I’ve always wanted to know what these sheets would feel like against my naked skin. They’ve always looked so soft,” I tell him as I lean over, pulling my panties down my legs. Then I climb onto the bed. “I pictured myself spread out in the middle. You would be standing right at the end.”
As I lie down on the bed, opening my legs, Emilio walks over. He stops at the foot and stares down at me. “Right here?”
“Yes.” My fingers trail over my breast, slowly traveling down my stomach. I can feel myself getting wet. I’m sure Emilio can see the evidence of my arousal.
“And then what happens?” he asks.
“You watch,” I say as my fingers travel farther south.
“Watch? I’d much rather be touching, doing.” Emilio’s knee lands on the mattress.
“Nope. You watch first.” I shake my head at him, and he stands again. My fingers slide through my wet folds and I suck in a breath.
I’m no stranger to pleasuring myself. It never feels this good, though. Having Emilio watch me like this is a major turn-on.
“Push them in,” he grunts.
I follow his instructions and push two fingers into my pussy. Oh god, it feels good.
“Now pull them out. Hold them up. Show me how wet you are.”
I do just that. “You want a taste?” I ask, holding my fingers out to him.
As if I were offering candy to a baby, he snatches my wrist and then brings his mouth down around my fingers, sucking them clean. “So fucking good.”
Pushing on his shoulders, I move him off me. I’m not finished. My fingers return to my pussy, circling around my clit.
“Oh god!” It feels so good, but I know it’d feel better if they were Emilio’s fingers.
“I want to see you make yourself come, Frankie,” Emilio says.
I watch him undo his belt, then his pants. When his fist is wrapped around his cock, I just about combust at the sight. I want that. I need that inside me.
I start pumping my fingers while grinding my palm against my clit. “Fuck!” I hiss as I feel the pleasure building in my lower stomach.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” Emilio says.
I nosedive right off that cliff of pleasure, every nerve ending alight. My thighs close around my hand as my body stiffens. As soon as I’m coming down from my high, Emilio’s hands grip my thighs, pulling them apart.
“My turn,” he growls and then slides his tongue through my pussy.
“Shit, you’re going to make me come again,” I groan.
“That’s the plan here, babe.” He winks up at me before his mouth latches on to my pussy, sucking on my already sensitive clit.
My hands tangle in his hair, holding him to me. And within minutes, a second orgasm is washing over me.
When Emilio looks up, his mouth covered in my juices, he smiles. “I fucking love your pussy.”
“I’m pretty sure she loves you too.” I laugh.
He works his way up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses along my heated skin. He’s still fully dressed in a suit, and there’s something erotic about me being completely naked and him being fully clothed.