22. Wyn
Wyn
My door bursts open, with Miele bellowing my name before she face plants into the bed.
I look around, noting that Rico is gone, even though the sun is barely up.
Things have been tense since the guys came to Belize and I poured my heart out. I don’t know why I expected Rico to understand. It will never be in him to let me go.
Though we haven’t spoken about me going back to Kenton, multiple times a week for the last month, Miele and I have taken the ferry to San Pedro, even staying the weekend last weekend without her brother and cousins.
I don’t have phone access to speak to Auty anymore, but some nights, Rico will show me his IG, and all the things the blogs have posted since I’ve been gone.
He also hasn’t fucked me in over two weeks. We cuddle. We kiss. But not even a finger has seen my pussy. And since I know what withdrawals feel like, I know that’s exactly what I’m going through.
But I refuse to break first.
I sit up, thankful that I wore clothes to bed the night before.
“What’s wrong?”
Miele lifts her head, her wobbly lower lip making me nervous.
“You’re leaving me.”
“I’m what?” I blurt, throwing the comforter off me and jumping out the bed.
“Don’t be so excited! You’re leaving me to go be a rich and famous rapper and I’m stuck here turning down beds and leading sunrise yoga! I don’t go back to St. Stephen’s until August for my scans!” Miele lifts herself up and folds her arms, scowling at me.
She doesn’t like to talk about her battle with childhood leukemia, but I’d seen the scars where she had her bone marrow transplant.
When she disappeared over the summer for a week, she was so happy her scans came back still in remission, that she told me, after making me promise not to treat her differently.
I round the bed and hug her to me, tears mixing with the sleep still in my eyes.
“I’ll make Rico bring you way before then, I promise.”
“Our promise chest is full,” she cries, hugging me back toward her.
“We’ll get a new one. Hell, once I get my own place, you can move up there permanently.”
Miele barks out laughter, leaning back with a wry smile. “NiNi and Reno wouldn’t know what to do without me.”
My heart drops instantly.
“And Mars,” I whisper.
Miele’s face softens immediately. “Mars is going, too. Mars, Nan, and you–you’re all leaving me.”
She nearly headbutts my chest, fake crying on my shoulder as I process what she just said.
We’re all going back? Are Nan and Mars staying?
“Get dressed,” Miele sniffles. Only then do I notice she’s wearing her favorite distressed shorts, flip flops, and an I <3 Kenton shirt. “We’re on the first ferry out. Mars is with Nan today, and Rico, NiNi, and Reno are waiting at the dock. I wanted to be the one to break it to you.”
“Wait,” I say, rushing out of Rico’s room to mine where most of my clothes are. “When was this decided?”
When I look back at Miele, who followed me, she shrugs. “Nan told me this morning before yoga. She said your things will be packed by the time we get back, and you’re flying out in the afternoon.”
I drop to the bed. I have to, on account of my legs giving out.
A month and a half since our conversation. I just resigned myself to making this prison paradise work. I almost decide to press Rico when we walk out to the roundabout.
But when he turns from Reno to face me, I don’t see any mischief. His eyes aren’t flat either.
He blinks, but I still see it. It’s radiating from him, damn near. I look around, wondering if his cousins can feel and see it, but Miele just pushes her brother before he helps her into the backseat, then goes to get in the front passenger.
I stop in front of him and rub his obliques before fisting his shirt on either side.
He palms the back of my head and brings my lips to his. I open for him easily, moaning when our tongues caress.
After a moment, he rests his forehead on mine. “We’re gonna have a good day,” he declares.
I nod, closing my eyes when he kisses my forehead.
“Get in.” He pulls the backseat door open wider and helps me inside. Buckling me in, he kisses my cheek before closing the door.
Rico’s not not affectionate, but something about this feels more than a goodbye. It feels like he’s letting himself be free. And while butterflies erupt in my tummy, I hate the possibility this is only because in a few hours, I’ll be out of his hair.
After a delicious breakfast at the San Pedro resort, we amble into town and end up at a tattoo shop. One of his cousins operates it, and when I cut my eyes to Rico, the cousin laughs, and tells me in broken English that he’s never pierced his family.
“We’re here for tattoos, anyway,” Rico chuckles.
Miele bounces from foot to foot. “Matching tattoos, Guillermo! All four of us! A palm tree! I’m going first.”
“You’re gonna get a tattoo?”
Rico curls his arm around my neck and I melt into his side. “Miele’s been asking for one for years. I gotta get one for her first before I get the one I really want.”
“What do you want?” I ask, biting my lip.
But he just winks at me before turning back to Guillermo. “Palm trees for all of us. Don’t let Miele talk you into shit else. Me and Snow finna come back and then we prolly gonna get more shit.”
He’s already dragging me out of the tattoo shop as Miele bounces toward the tattoo chair. With a yank, he turns me toward the car we took.
“Where are we going?”
He doesn’t answer until we’re pulling out of the parking spot. “NiNi’s piece is gonna take at least two hours. I wanna show you something.”
His grin is infectious, and I find myself just going with the flow, since we haven’t been in San Pedro together in all the times I’ve come.
Twenty minutes later, we’re in an empty room at his resort, tearing each other’s clothes off in between needy pants and kisses.
“Please don’t stop,” I breathe, letting him pull my shirt over my head. He pulls my leggings down, and I grab onto his shoulders so I don’t fall from kicking them off my feet.
This fool palms my hips and rubs his face in my pubic hair before biting it.“Get on the bed, all fours," he murmurs into my skin.
I turn and scramble to do what he says, crawling onto the bed. My breasts feel so heavy, nipples tight as I arch my back and present my ass to him.
Rough hands grab the globes of my cheeks, spreading me.
I clench, anticipating his skilled tongue in my center. He blows cool air into my folds, before covering me entirely with his mouth.
“Rico,” I moan. His hands keep me spread as he devours me. My orgasm comes to the forefront in seconds, but I need more.
He knows it, which is why two fingers surge inside of me, curving to caress my g-spot. I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me, my knees sliding down.
I’m thinking he’s done, since we don’t have much time. However, Rico surprises me, placing a wet kiss right on my asshole, making me squeal.
He traces his tongue ring along my rim before French kissing me there over and over. His fingers pump slowly, dragging out another orgasm. My arms shake as tears gather in my eyes. I’m tingly everywhere; my arms, my neck, my core.
“Straighten your left leg, bae. Lay on your stomach.”
My knee glides on the cool sheets as I obey him, and he covers my body with his.
His dick is at my entrance from the back as he bears all of his weight down. My hands move from under me to either side of my head. He inches inside of me, not stopping until he’s all the way in. Only then does he bring his hands up, interlocking his fingers in mine.
“You feel that?” he rumbles in my ear, squeezing my hands tight as he pulls out only slightly. Slower than molasses, he thrusts back in, all the way until his pelvis is flush with my ass.
Tears line my lids. They spill over when his lips meet mine. He pulls out slowly again, this time all the way out. Once again, he pushes in slowly, all the way in.
“You feel it, bae?”
I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. We’re nose to nose. His eyes dance between my eyes and my lips, before he makes up his mind and kisses me again, continuing the slowest, most delicious, most tragic stroke he’s ever given me.
It’s worse than saying goodbye. It’s worse than making love.
He’s etching himself into my being.
That’s why he’s asking me if I feel it. Him burrowing himself into my soul.
I could move to China. I could move to Pluto. I could make a billion dollars, and sell a billion records. It doesn’t matter; I’d never be rid of him.
When I don’t answer, he goes even deeper, thrusting upward until that fucking metal ball grazes my cervix.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. I push my ass out more as a violent shiver runs through my body.
“Answer me, Snow!” he thunders, still stroking me slow.
“Yes, baby. Yes, I feel it!”
He squeezes my hands again as cum floods our meeting place. “That’s right, bae. Show me how much you enjoying this. Wet me all the way up.”
He tries to kiss me, but I just bite his bottom lip instead. He speeds up, just a little, to fuck me through yet another orgasm, until I’m boneless.
Our hands move until he’s damn near hugging me from behind. His strokes slow to a stop, though I know he hasn’t come yet.
Once his breathing slows, he starts back again, his tortuous assault.
Rico’s deep voice begins to mumble close to my ear.
It takes a few seconds for me to realize he's speaking in Spanish to me. His hands squeeze mine every four or so words, until he’s repeating the same phrase over and over.
He gets impossibly harder inside of me, and I know his orgasm will set another off for me, but somehow, the pain in his voice keeps me at bay.
I squeeze his fingers. “Please, baby. Let me understand you.”
“You’re the only one who understands me, Snow,” he confesses, resting his forehead in my hair. “You understand me.”
He pulls out of me suddenly, twisting us until we’re face to face on our sides. With my leg hitched on top of his hips, he enters me again, thrusting over and over, infinitely faster than before.
Desperation coats his features as he holds my gaze hostage.