13. Dream #3
Felix thrust harder, his tongue dancing with mine as we both inhaled.
He lifted my leg over his shoulder, effortlessly giving himself a better angle to slide right inside me, hitting my cervix.
I nearly fainted from how fucking good it felt to be fucked by him, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure wrapped with a bow of loving obsession.
And as I looked up into those jewel-colored eyes, I knew I could never live another day without him.
“I love you, Felix.”
His eyes lit up like fireworks at my words. “I love you, cottontail.” He kissed me again, noticeably invigorated by my proclamation.
My nails clawed down his back, feeling the deep curves of his muscles and scars.
I breathed him in, feeling yet another orgasm growing.
Except this time, I didn’t fight it. “Don’t stop…
” I breathed. “Yes…fuck, yes.” He fucked me harder and faster, listening as I began to struggle.
“I want you to come with me,” I whimpered. “Please.”
Felix dropped his head next to mine, his hot and heavy breathing pulling at my pleasure. “You don’t need to beg…seeing you like this, hearing your moans…ahh…I’m already fucking there.”
Yes.
Felix fucked me some more before finally breaking himself. “Fuck!” He shot his head back, shaking as he came. I tried to hold back a little longer, but seeing him in the moonlight, bathed beneath the stars, whimpering…fuck, he looked so delicious and it sent me over the edge.
Oh, fuck—
My mouth widened as I gasped, and my breathing hitched as I came for a third time. Felix, still coming himself, fell forward and kissed me roughly, the two of us choking on each other's breaths as we continued to come. Together.
I never want this night to end.
Felix finally pulled away, panting. He held my chin, his cheeks red as sweat rolled down his face. I just smiled at him, feeling a tear roll down my face. “Hey.” He kissed it.
I laughed, crying faintly. “I’m sorry…I’m just—I’m just so happy.”
He pulled me close as he hugged me. “Me too.”
Felix comforted me for a bit before we finally drew apart. He gave me his shirt to wear, and we laid back down on the blanket, cuddling beneath the stars. We remained like that for a long time, existing together in a world known only to us.
“Felix?”
He kissed the top of my head as I traced my favorite tattoo on his chest.
“Will you sing to me?”
He looked over, appearing taken back by my request. “Sing? Sing what?”
I smiled. “The song your mom used to sing to you. Will you sing it for me?”
Felix smiled and nodded. “Ay-ay-ay-ay. Canta y no llores. Porque cantando se alegran. Cielito lindo, los corazones. Ese lunar que tienes. Cielito lindo junto a la boca. No se lo des a nadie. Cielito lindo, que a mi me toca. Ese lunar que tienes. Cielito lindo junto a la boca. No se lo des a nadie. Cielito lindo que a mí me toca. Ay-ay-ay-ay. Canta y no llores. Porque cantando se alegran. Cielito lindo, los corazones. Ay-ay-ay-ay. Canta y no llores. Porque cantando se alegran. Cielito lindo, los corazones…”
His sweet voice faded away as we both stared up at the moon.
“What does Kief want with me?”
He sighed. “He wants to use you to get to me.”
“Why?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one before offering it to me. I took it from his fingers and inhaled, waiting for him to answer.
“It’s a long story, but our family used to run the Mafia down in Cuba.
” I nearly choked on the smoke. “Yeah…my grandfather was the head of the Osvaldo Mafia family. He was both feared and respected. My father was his oldest, followed by Kief’s mother.
” He took the cigarette and raised it to his lips.
“Everything was fine until he died.” He inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in for a moment before blowing it toward the stars.
“My parents had moved to this country to expand their power, joining another Cuban Mafia family that had already been established here called Charlotte’s Web.
But while they were away, my grandfather passed.
And when my father wasn’t there to take his seat as the new head of the family, my aunt decided to take it for herself.
Long story short, a family war broke out.
And we lost members on both sides.” He stared up at the sky.
I tried to piece it all together. “Is that how your mom died?”
He nodded. “Once she died, my father cut all ties to his sister and the family back in Cuba. He remarried a high-standing member of Charlotte’s Web and kept the rest of us in the dark, living two lives.
Haze and Indigo never knew anything of his past or our family, but I did.
I knew everything ‘cause I was raised in it.”
“That must’ve been hard.”
He handed the cigarette back. “It was. I rebelled and acted out a lot. And after my mother died, our father was never the same. He was angry and abusive—a temper we all seemed to inherit. I couldn’t get away from him fast enough.”
“Where is he now?”
Felix paused, slowly sitting up. I did the same, leaning against him. “Kief killed him a while back…claimed he was taking revenge for his mother.” He sighed and turned to look at me. “You sure you still want to be with me? Me and my murderous family?”
I smiled, kissing his forehead. “Always.” He smirked. “Why don’t we go take a shower…clean up a little.” I winked.
Felix nodded. “You go ahead, I need to make a call first.”