Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Two fucking days. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve held her, kissed her, fucked her. I need her more now than I’ve ever needed her. Probably to reassure myself I’m actually here, with her, and not dreaming about her from a concrete fucking cell.
“I want you naked. Now.” I sit up, pulling her body up with me. “Raise your arms.” I tug my hoodie over her head. “I really fucking like seeing my clothes on you.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s mine now.” Frankie smiles at me.
“Anything I have is yours,” I tell her while taking in all of her naked body on display. “You weren’t wearing anything under that?”
“It seems that way.”
“I’ve never been jealous of a hoodie before. But fuck, I want to be that hoodie all wrapped around your skin.”
“Mmm, creepy, but I like it,” Frankie says. “Hurry up and get naked, Emilio.”
I’ve already ditched my jacket downstairs. I stand, unbutton my dress shirt, and pull it off. Then I toe off my shoes and bend down to remove my socks. Straightening, I find Frankie running a finger through her wet folds.
“That’s mine,” I growl.
“Actually, it’s mine.”
“Technically, it’s ours. Married, remember? Communal property and all that.”
“I don’t think that includes body parts,” Frankie tells me while I remove my pants and boxers. “Actually, I take it back. Because that…” She points at my cock. “Is mine.”
“All yours.” I fist my cock, tugging on it a couple of times. “Lie back. Spread your legs for me. I want to see my wife’s pussy.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Emilio,” Frankie retorts as she does exactly what I just told her to do.
I don’t think anything could wipe the smile off my face right now. This goddess in front of me is mine. Completely fucking mine.
Dropping to my knees, I pull on her legs until they’re hanging off the edge of the mattress and her pussy is lined up with my face. I drag my tongue up from the bottom to the top, circling around her already-hard little bud.
“So fucking good,” I growl before I dive right in, sucking, nibbling, licking her.
Inserting two fingers into her opening, I fuck her with my hand while sucking on her clit, hooking them to rub against that magic little spot right inside her pussy, the button that makes her detonate.
And fuck, does she. Her pussy strangles my fingers, sucking them in and holding them hostage as she comes, screaming my name.
I do nothing to muffle her sounds. This sound.
She’s my wife, and I don’t give a fuck who hears her screaming for me.
When she’s come down from her orgasm, I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. No way am I wasting a drop of my wife’s juices. Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.
“You’re insanely good at that,” Frankie says.
“It’s not a hardship.” I chuckle, kissing my way up her body.
Frankie scoots backwards on the bed, giving me room to settle between her thighs.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” I say while lining up my cock with her entrance before slowly sinking in. “How the fuck does this feel better every single time?”
“Oh god.” Frankie circles her legs around my hips and lifts herself upwards, making me go deeper inside her. “So good.”
I slowly pump in and out, taking my time enjoying every fucking sensation that rockets through me. My lips find hers, our tongues twirl together, and I can’t think of any place I’d rather be than right here. Inside my wife.
“I want to stay inside you forever.”
“That might make family dinners a little awkward.” Frankie laughs.
“I love you, Mrs. Lopez.”
“I love you,” she repeats. “But I need you to fuck me. Start moving, Emilio. We’re not old yet.”
“I wanted to take my time, make love to my wife, nice and slow.”
“Your wife doesn’t need nice and slow. She needs her husband to fuck her. Fast, hard.”
“Well, who am I to deny my wife anything she wants?” I sit up, grabbing her legs and resting her ankles on my shoulders.
I hold her in place as I give her exactly what she’s asked for. I fuck her relentlessly, thrusting harder and faster until she’s coming all over my cock, and I’m coating the inside of her pussy with my release.
“Fuck!” I groan as her legs drop onto the bed, and I collapse on top of her.
Rolling over, I bring Frankie with me, placing her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her back, my hand resting on her hip.
“I didn’t pull out,” I mutter, the realization just hitting me. I always pull out.
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control,” she says.
“Why the fuck are you on birth control?”
“Because I don’t want to become the baby-making machine your mother is desperate for me to become,” she says.
“If she’s so desperate for more babies, she probably should have just kept having them herself.”
“Do you think it will always be like this?” Frankie asks.
“Like what?”
“Easy, good, perfect?”
“I don’t see how it can’t be. We’ve always been perfect for each other. You’re the good half of my soul, Frankie.”
I left Frankie in bed asleep. I didn’t want to, but I need to talk to my father and brothers about all the shit that’s happening. When I got home, I said quick hellos to my family before finding my wife. She was the person I wanted to see the most.
“Hey, Papa.” I find my dad in his office. That’s usually where he is. The man is a workaholic.
“Emilio, how you doing?”
“Better now that I’m home.”
“We’re all better now that you’re home,” he says. “How’s Frankie?”
“Asleep.”
“She didn’t sleep much the past two days, which is understandable. Your mother didn’t either,” he says.
“Sorry.”
“I know there are risks, with what we do. Getting caught is always a risk, but giving yourself up for a crime you didn’t even fucking commit is stupid.”
“Would you have preferred if I let them charge Frankie?”
“Yes,” he says flatly. I expected him to say that.
“Would you let them take Mom?”
“Never.”
I raise a brow at him.
“I understand why you did it. It’s admirable. But I never want to see any of my children behind bars. We’re smarter than that. We have to be.”
“I know.”
“I assume you two are keeping this marriage thing going?”
“I’m not fucking divorcing her.”
“It could be annulled. The papers could disappear, and it could never have happened in the first place.”
“I’ve wanted to marry her since I was sixteen. I’m not letting her go now that I have her.”
My father nods. “Good. Make sure you don’t.”
“Where is everyone?” I ask him.
“Elias and Ezekiel are in the basement. Esterio went back to Mexico, and your sister and mother are in Eliana’s room.”
“Eliana okay?”
“Yes.”
“How many more are there? I’m assuming you found out who this family is?”
“The last one is in the basement now. There were five brothers, all fucking wannabe thugs with too much money and not enough brains,” my father grunts.
“So it’s over?”
“It’s over. This time, but there will always be people who want to take what we have. You need to make sure Frankie is aware of the different rules and routines we have to follow. She’s going to need security with her all the time.”
“She’s going to hate it.”
“Yep. Welcome to married life, son.” My dad smirks.
“Did you hear Uncle Louie bought us a house as a wedding gift?” I smile, knowing that will only piss my father off. He doesn’t like being outdone.
“I heard. It’s not that great a house. Don’t get too excited,” Dad tells me.
“It’s the thought that counts.” I shrug.
“No, it’s not.” My father shakes his head. “I have something lined up for you two.”
“Is it a country?” I chuckle.
“Why would I buy you a fucking country?”
“No idea. Why would you buy me a castle in Italy?”
“Because you liked it,” Dad deadpans.
“You two can stay here as long as you want. This is and always will be your home. I do expect to see you back in Mexico frequently too.”
“We’ll be there,” I tell him. Honestly, I have no idea where Frankie wants to live. Maybe we’ll figure out how to divide our time between Vegas and back home.