41. Chapter 41 #2
After getting the all-clear from the doctors, we head home.
We arrive at the house, and everything is as it was.
The body of the woman who took care of me for years has been disposed of.
I mourn the memory of the woman I thought she was.
Knowing that she had a part in my mother’s death makes it easy to move on.
After a couple of days, I notice the air in the garden feels different now, lighter, as if the house itself has exhaled. I feel Veronica step up behind me, her presence a warm weight at my back. Together, we look out at the flowers and the jungle.
"I like it here," she says softly, her voice steady. "Except for the part where your fake aunt tried to kill us. Or at least me. Other than that, I really like it here."
I turn to look at her, the morning light catching the hint of silver in her blue eyes. "Me too."
I hesitate, watching her face for any cracks. "Veronica…how are you feeling? About what happened." I don’t want what happened to be another memory she wants to drown out.
She doesn't flinch. She doesn't look away. "I don't feel bad, if that's what you're asking." She says it with a chilling honesty. This woman killed for me. We’ve shed blood for each other, and in this world, that is the only vow that matters.
"Can we redecorate the house?" she asks, her gaze drifting back to the stone walls. "I want a reset. I want to scrub every trace of her out of this place."
"I’d love that," I say, pulling her into my arms. “Now, let’s go to bed. I need to hold you.” I can feel the emotion lodge in my throat. “I failed to protect you.” The feeling of failure has been eating me up.
“You didn’t fail me.” She takes my face in her hands and brings her lips to mine. “We protect those we love. Now be a good boy and fuck me. I’ve been dying to feel your cock in my ass.”
She takes my hand and leads me into the house, stopping by the kitchen to grab something from the pantry.
Then she drags me to the bedroom. First, we shower, taking our time undressing each other.
I look at the woman who’s consumed me since I saw her years ago.
The lost girl in the garden is gone. Replaced by a fierce woman who didn’t hesitate to kill for me.
I see the scratches on her arms and legs from her fall in the jungle.
With one hand on her nape and the other on her ass, I pull her to me.
Then I place both arms around her thighs and lift her.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I move into the shower, pushing her against the wall.
I can’t wait. I line my cock to the entrance of her pussy and fuck her relentlessly.
Her hands go to my back, her nails digging into my skin.
I kiss her. The reminder of almost having lost her.
Of putting her in danger. I need to feel every inch of her.
I know she’ll tell me if I’m hurting her.
So I don’t stop. I slam into her with such intensity.
If she wasn’t sore before, she will be now.
“Fuck!”
She moans my name. “Miles, baby, you fuck me so good. I can’t get enough.
” Her head drops back, and she faces the ceiling as I take her nipple into my mouth.
Her tits are bouncing. She’s close, so I buck into her, so deep that I know there’s an internal bruise there.
Her screams encourage me. “Give me more, baby, fuck me.” I feel her squeeze me, and I pump her full of my cum.
I exit the shower with my cock still deep in her.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
“Yes.” She’s panting. Her cheeks are rosy, her skin flushed.
I toss her onto the bed. “On your stomach, now,” I order.
She does as she’s told. I lift her hips, bringing her to the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees, I eat like a starved man. The taste of us mixed together is delicious.
I pull back and spread her cheeks, then lick between them. I feel her body shiver. I bite her cheek, then I move to the other. But the area between her cheeks needs attention, so I focus there next. I hear her moan. I can’t make out the words.
“Miles, more,” she demands.
My tongue massages the rim of her entrance. I know this is driving her wild. I live for these moments. I want to make her feel good. I want this to be an unforgettable experience. I stand up and look at the nightstand. Coconut oil.
“Someone is prepared,” I tease her. She’s a vision. She’s a mess. My mess. “I’m going to prepare you.”
She nods in a haze of need.
“Words, Veronica.”
“Yes. Sir.”
I hope I can last. I put two fingers in her pussy. Then I bring them to her back entrance. “Just breathe.” I lower my other hand to her clit and begin to rub circles. I can feel her relaxing. She’s so fucking needy, and I love it. I push both fingers into her ass.
“Miles,” she whimpers.
“Yes, baby.”
“More, I need more, please.”
By dick responds. “I love it when you beg for me.”
She looks over her shoulder. She’s biting her lower lip, a clear sign that she’s enjoying this. “Fuck me”
I push my fingers in until my knuckles graze her entrance. I pick up the pace. My fingers on her clit mimic the movement of my fingers in her ass.
“I want to come.”
“Not yet.” I stop rubbing her clit and slap her ass. My fingers are buried in it. I pull them out and grab the coconut oil. I slather my cock with it. Then I spread her legs wider, making her back arch. “You’re going to be a good girl and take my cock, aren’t you?”
“Only if you’re a good boy and fuck me hard and deep.” I slap her again. Reminding her of the correct response. I mean, that was also a good response.
“Yes, sir.”
I’m ready at her back entrance, and my cock enters her one inch at a time. I hear her breathe through the discomfort, then her breaths turn into needy sounds.
“More, please.”
“Baby, I’m trying to be gentle and go slowly.”
She turns again. That fuck-me face, with the biting of the lip. “I don’t want gentle. I want hard and passionate. Now grab my hips and fuck me.”
I do as I’m told. “Hold on, baby, because you won’t be able to walk by the time I’m done with you.” I do as she says and push past the ring of muscle, bottoming out. I pull back and slam into her, eliciting a whimper.
“Don’t you dare stop, Miles. Please make this unforgettable, please.”
I pull her hair and bring her up to me. My chest to her back. We are covered in sweat, coconut oil, and cum. She wraps her arm around my neck.
“Yes, fuck, that feels amazing.” She’s smiling. “Such a good boy.”
Her praise does something to me; it is a slow-burning fuse. One word from her, and I am ready to set the world on fire just to stand in the warmth of her smile for one second longer. I wrap an arm around her waist and slap her tits with the other.
“Everything about you is mine, Veronica Kayde.”
“Everything,” she responds. “Miles, I need to come.”
“Come, baby, I have you. I’ll always have you.”
Her cries send me over the edge. I come inside her, filling her ass with me. Marking my territory.
“I want it again,” she says as we try to recover from our intense orgasms. “Thank you.” I can hear the emotion in her voice.
I give her what she wants and how she wants it. After I make sure to clean her up. I get some painkillers because I know she’s going to be sore tomorrow. Then she falls asleep in my arms.
I’ve been better about my sleep since she’s been lying next to me.
I want Eric found for her sake, so she can move on, but I’m selfish.
I want to keep her here. Keep us here. There are so many unanswered questions that have lingered since before our arrival in Colombia.
I don’t know when, but I finally fall asleep.
I wake up to the smell of food. What the hell? I make my way down and find Veronica is cooking. She’s attempting to cook eggs and has coffee ready. I hold back a smile because those poor eggs look beyond salvageable. She sees me leaning against the wall and shrugs. “I tried.”
“Yes, baby, you did. How about I take over?”
She winces and lets out a sigh of relief. “How about you cook, and I eat?”
That comment fills me with so much joy. I know how hard it is for her to eat around others. It’s another thing she was so good at hiding.
“How are my babies?” she asks again as we clean up after breakfast. Seriously, this woman and her foliage.
I smile at the image of her talking to the flowers and plants. I always knew she liked talking to them. I’d seen her do it. “They’re fine, for the tenth time. Will said he talks to them too.”
I hear an alarm, and I rush to my phone.
I pull up what triggered it and see an image.
I run upstairs to my computer and pull it up on a larger screen.
Veronica stands next to me as we watch a fire light up the screen.
The fire at the construction site. I pick up the phone and start making phone calls.
Veronica runs out of the office and into our bedroom. She begins to pack without me having to say a word. There is only one person who comes to mind for this.
“Baby, it’s a trap. Eric may be responsible for this.” I’m trying to calm her down.
She snaps her head in my direction. “I’ve worked so hard on this project. Fuck Eric if he thinks he’s going to ruin this for me. He doesn’t know who he’s messing with.”
I look at this fierce woman. Fuck, she’s chaos all right, and I think it’s time she lets her chaos reign.
We pack in record time and head to the airport.
We’re notified that the fire was deliberate; it was arson.
The only person who could have done this was Eric.
I know it was him. But we haven’t been able to track him. He’s vanished.