Chapter 11
Diego
“Ican’t believe you asked Carly for my mom’s recipe,” Mia says, still in shock as she takes another bite of the delicious tamale Gladys made for us.
“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise in case we couldn’t pull it off, but Gladys outdid herself.” I grin, praising the woman who’s been in this house since I was a kid. She and her family look after the estate when we’re not here, which is most of the year.
“Thank you, Gladys,” Mia says, wiping away a stray tear before taking a sip of her agua de Jamaica. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“I’m just so happy I could help give you a little of the Christmas magic back,” Gladys says with a kind smile as she busies herself plating the bunuelos and natilla. “I know how hard it is to spend Christmas without your loved ones.”
“What’s this?” Mia asks, curiosity lighting her face.
“That’s what we call Nochebuena in Colombia—natilla and bunuelos,” I explain, my mouth already watering at the sight of the golden balls.
Fried corn-and-cheese dough, crispy on the outside and soft inside.
Traditionally Christmas food—but honestly, you can find them year-round in Colombia.
Whenever I’m there, I love having them for breakfast.
“Oh, interesting. The bunuelos I grew up with are different,” Mia says, studying the fritter.
“Different how? Is it something you also had at Christmas?”
Mia smiles, grabs one, and lets out a soft moan as the crunchy shell breaks in her mouth.
“It’s even better when you get a bite of the natilla at the same time,” I say, scooping up a bunuelo and some natilla.
The mix of sweet and salty melts together, taking me straight back to my childhood—my grandma hunting down ingredients in snowy Boston winters, determined to bring my grandfather’s culture to life for us youngsters.
“You’re right, this is delicious,” Mia says, piling more on her plate. “The bunuelos I grew up with are also fried, but they’re sweet. We dust them with cinnamon and eat them with hot chocolate.”
I nod as an idea begins to form. I just hope she’s ready to spend every holiday from now on together—because I sure am.
“What?” she asks, reading my expression.
“Nothing—just cataloguing important information for the future.” I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction.
“The future, huh?” she says, grabbing another bunuelo before continuing to eat.
Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but at least she didn’t bolt. I take it as a win and close the distance between us.
Mia’s lips curl into a knowing grin before she leans in and gives me a sweet, greasy kiss. I groan the moment my tongue meets hers. I mean for the kiss to be gentle and quick, but when she tastes like home, I don’t ever want to stop.
I pull her from her chair and settle her on my lap. She giggles as she straddles me, and fuck, I wish we were alone so I could finally make her mine.
“As much as I want to see where this kiss is going,” Mia murmurs, breaking away just enough to speak, her arms still looped around my shoulders, “I want to know if you have animals here.”
Her hopeful tone makes me grin. I pull back the slightest bit so she can see my face. “Funny you ask—our next activity involves animals.”
She bounces excitedly on my lap, and I fear she’ll maim my dick. Luckily, she hops to her feet before I can react.
“What are we waiting for?” she says, tugging my hand to pull up.
“Bye, Gladys! Thank you so much for everything!” she calls as we head out.
I chuckle, but my heart is full at the sight of her so alive and happy. It’s the simple things with this woman that undo me.
“I should have asked this before we left the resort,” I say as we near the stables, “but do you have a swimsuit under your clothes?”
Mia stops walking, and a mischievous smile forms on her lips. “Why? Wanna see?”
My dick twitches, and my grin spreads into a full smile. “Well, that shouldn’t even be a question. I always want to see you. Clothes are optional.”
She rolls her eyes and bats her hand at me playfully.
“But if you want to ride the horses on the beach, you might want to wear a bikini.”
Mia lets out a delighted screech. “Diego, this is the best day of my life!”
She jumps toward me, and I catch her easily, her legs looping around my waist.
“I’m not sure what I did to deserve this week with you,” she says against my ear, “but I’ll be grateful for the memories for the rest of my life.”
I don’t have time to overthink—her lips are on mine before I can ask her what she means by that. The moment she starts grinding against my painfully growing erection, I forget my name.
I’m not sure how we even make it to the stables, but the moment we step inside, I press her gently against a stall door and deepen the kiss. Her hands roam my back, leaving trails of her heat that burn through my shirt, claiming me in a way words never could.
I groan. “Fuck, bonita. I don’t think I’ve ever said what I’m about to say, but when I finally sink into your sweet pussy, I want to take my time. I don’t want to have a quickie in a stall.” I trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone, each one slower than the last.
“Diego, I haven’t said this before in my life either, but I couldn’t care less where we are when you finally get your cock inside me.”
Fuuuck. I can feel precum leaking already. “Let me make you feel good.”
I don’t wait for her answer—I know I should, but my brain is no longer doing the thinking. My dick is in command.
Gently, I untangle her legs from my waist. Her knees wobble, and although I love knowing she’s as affected as I am, I don’t want her to get hurt.
“Careful, baby,” I murmur, catching her bottom lip with my teeth.
She smacks my shoulder playfully, laughter spilling into our kiss. “Just make me come already,” she huffs, her voice a mix of frustration and want.
“But I love exploring your body,” I whisper, letting my hands make quick work of removing her dress. I lean away just enough to admire her delicious body. “Fuck, Mia. You have no clue how I’ve been dreaming about tracing your curves with my tongue.”
A wicked grin spread across her lips, and instead of answering, Mia pulls my head toward her breasts.
Fuck yes.
I pull her bikini down with my teeth, revealing a dark pink nipple. I flick my tongue at the pebbled peak, and Mia moans, pulling my hair—seeking more pleasure. Sucking and licking become my rhythm as I work her other nipple with my fingers.
“Papi, I want you between my legs,” Mia says in a breathy voice.
“Yeah? Is your pussy aching for attention?”
“Yes, papi. Your attention,” Mia says, cupping my cock.
My eyes roll back in ecstasy, and I’m afraid they’ll never go back to their rightful position. But I don’t care. I’m too far gone.
I kneel in front of her and move her bikini bottom to one side, revealing her sweet pussy.
With the first lick of my tongue between her folds, my cock jerks. “This pussy’s be as sweet as sin.”
I dive in and go to town, licking and sucking her clit with slow strokes and soft, open-mouthed kisses, savoring her flavor.
“Fuck, Diego, fuck,” Mia chants, pulling at my hair almost painfully. She lifts her right leg and rests her foot on my shoulder, giving me better access.
I push my tongue into her cunt, and Mia cries out in pleasure, her walls clenching around it.
My hips thrust against the stall door, and I nearly blow my load—I’m not going to last once my cock is finally inside her.
“More Diego, more. I’m close,” Mia pants.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I pick up the pace, alternating between my tongue and fingers. When I press my thumb against her clit, she goes still.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she announces.
I look up just in time to see her face transform with ecstasy. She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
I close my eyes and focus on breathing as I keep pumping my fingers inside her, letting her ride the wave of pleasure.
Her head tilts back, her chest rising and falling wildly, as a chuckle escapes her lips. She’s wild and radiant—utterly free. And she’s mine.
This.
This is what I want for the rest of my life.
“So… horses?” she asks with a laugh, blowing a strand of hair from her face.
“Yeah, baby. Let’s go for a ride,” I say, straightening her bikini bottom and grabbing a few tissues from the office near the stall to help her clean up.
Once my senses finally return, I send up a silent prayer of thanks that none of the ranch hands decided to check the stables. I mean, it’s Christmas Eve—the real day of celebration in Latin America—so I knew the chances were slim to none. Still, I’m grateful.
Now I just have to make it through the wedding—to finally have Mia the way I’ve wanted her since the moment we met.
And then… I’ll have to tell her the truth.
That I broke our rule. That somewhere between her laughter and the way she says my name, I fell hard.
That I’m already at her mercy.