22. Chapter 22
Rosalina
Days ticked by, and the wedding grew closer. It was only a week, but it went by far too fast, and achingly slow.
My father sequestered himself in his office, as usual, and was easy to avoid.
I kept my head down so I wouldn’t be forced into another confrontation with him.
The only conversation I’d managed was when I told him that Claudia would be at the wedding.
It was the one thing I wouldn’t budge on.
He wasn’t happy about it, but after some convincing, he agreed that it was appropriate.
For the next few days, I hid in my room, or walked along the white sand beach, but never without my silent shadow.
As much as I wished I could’ve ignored him, his presence was the one thing I looked forward to.
The secret smiles he tried to hide, and the way his eyes lingered on my every move, said more than words ever could.
Memories of our encounter followed me as I went through my daily routines, causing inconvenient bouts of embarrassment when I invariably did something clumsy.
He didn’t bring it up, and neither did I.
It was like an unspoken agreement that if we ignored it long enough, maybe it would go away.
It absolutely did not go away, and anytime I wandered too close, his scent would take me right back to that glorious moment.
No miraculous escapes came to light, even with Claudia brainstorming via text every night. Every idea was too complicated or farfetched to actually work. She tried to be supportive, but it only reminded me of how bad it would be if I didn’t get out.
Cruz’s quiet attention reminded me of my long-abandoned plan A. That was my last hope. There were no other options, and I’d run out of time. The wedding was tomorrow. There’d be no rehearsal, just the real thing at sunset.
I chanced a sideways glance at him. He was as painfully handsome as ever, standing in the kitchen near the door. It might take a bit of work, but he could still be my savior.
After lunch, I thanked Maria and hurried into the hall leading back to the wing my room was in. Warmth grew between my legs in anticipation of what I was about to do. I really shouldn’t do this, but I was out of time. It was now or never.
Halfway back to my room, I started unbuttoning my shirt.
When it was loose, I slid it down my arms and dropped it on the floor.
In just my bra, I kept walking. The sound of Cruz pausing to pick up my discarded top had me peeking over my shoulder.
He was crouched with the soft fabric crushed in his hand, but his eyes devoured me as I hurried away.
It was working. Maybe too well. Should I be teasing an alpha like this? Probably not. I was asking for trouble, but it was fucking exciting. Just as exciting as flashing him glimpses of my panties had been walking up the bank from the beach in that tiny scrap of a dress the other day.
When I made it to my room, I left the door open and turned to face him. He followed me in and closed it behind him. His jaw flickered as if he were clenching his teeth, and his eyes locked onto my face like he was forcing himself not to look anywhere else.
“I think you dropped something, Rosa.” He held my shirt out to me, remaining annoyingly professional.
I took it from him, but let it fall from my trembling fingers just as quickly.
“What are you up to, hellcat?” he asked, watching me with burning intensity.
My hands traced a path down my butterfly-filled stomach to the button on my pants. Cruz’s jaw ticked. I flipped the button and dragged the zipper down. His throat bobbed.
“You should think about what you’re doing.” He reached back and locked the door without taking his eyes off me.
“You should think about what you’re not doing, bodyguard,” I said as I tugged my jeans over my hips and down my thighs.
His tongue trailed over his lower lip, and he stepped toward me.
Could I do this again? Should I do this again?
I definitely should not, but something about Cruz had the same kind of pull that Nico did.
Even though everything about this was wrong, I wanted it anyway.
In reality, fucking him had little chance of helping me escape, but it wouldn’t hurt, either.
This was my last chance to feel some happiness before I was shackled to the dirty laundry thugs tomorrow. I needed this. Even if it didn’t help me escape, it was something for myself.
I stepped forward out of my pants.
“Rosa.” His words were a pain-filled growl crawling up his throat against his will.
“Cruz.”
That was all it took. His name on my lips, and he grabbed me around the waist. His mouth crashed down on mine, devouring my every breath.
My hands fumbled at his tie, pulling it from around his neck and clumsily working at his buttons.
I wanted his skin on me this time. I wanted his scent all over me.
His belt came off, and I unfastened his pants as he stripped off his jacket and shirt.
His dusky skin was unveiled, covered in black and gray tattoos swirling like impending doom, but I hardly paid any attention when his cock spilled from his pants.
I dropped to my knees, suddenly starving for a taste.
His solid shaft twitched as my tongue lapped up the length and circled the crown.
He tasted like some exotic spiced candy, sweet and smoky.
As I lavished his length with my tongue, his fingers slid into my hair, and he groaned.
From my knees, I worshiped him as he guided himself deeper down my throat.
My pussy ached and clenched around nothing, feeling empty.
Hearing my needy whines, he joined me on the floor, lying back in the pile of our discarded clothing.
“Sit on my face, baby girl.” He pulled me around to where he wanted me.
I knelt, straddling his shoulders, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me down onto his face.
I was worried I might be suffocating him, but he locked me in place as his tongue explored.
His cock seeped a pearly bead of pre-cum, and I leaned forward to lick it off.
His groan of approval vibrated between my legs and urged me to action.
Sliding my lips over his swollen head and down his shaft, my tongue swirled along the ridge of his cock, and he rewarded me with another growling groan.
I liked this too much. I couldn’t get enough of him. Just as he slid three fingers into me, my phone lit up next to Cruz’s discarded pants. The caller ID was “Dirty Laundry Tsar.” I groaned and slid my mouth off my delicious treat.
With his fingers still deep inside me, massaging that magic spot that took me higher with every stroke, Cruz peered around my thigh.
“Answer it, hellcat,” he said, nudging me forward.
I crawled toward it on my hands and knees. This was terrible timing. There was no way I was going to be able to keep this a secret while on the phone with my shitty fiancé. I looked over my shoulder.
Cruz had moved and was kneeling behind me, looking as serious as ever. “Answer the phone, Rosa.”
Was he for real right now? His dark brows went up expectantly. If that was what it took to get back to what we’d been doing, then fine. I scrambled forward and answered.
“Hello?” I squeaked, feeling Cruz’s hands on my hips, angling me forward.
“Rosa, I’m glad you picked up. I was told that you’d like to have a friend at the wedding.
Next time, you ask me. This time I’ll let it slide, but no one else can come.
This is a private ceremony.” Lorenzo’s voice was dulled by the humming in my ears as Cruz rubbed his slippery cock between my legs, teasing my clit and then dragging my slick up between my ass cheeks.
I almost forgot to reply entirely, but Lorenzo cleared his throat.
“Oh, yeah. Claudia. Thank you.” I sucked back a moan, barely getting the words out at all.
Cruz eased his massive head into my grasping pussy, and I held my breath. Fuck, that felt so good.
“Next time there will be consequences for bad behavior,” Lorenzo sounded on edge, but I wasn’t paying him any attention as Cruz inched himself deeper inside me. My body stretched, and I took a long breath.
“Yeah. Okay,” I replied, not even knowing what I was agreeing to as Cruz began to move in long, slow strokes.
“Rosa, what are you doing? Why are you breathing hard?” Lorenzo asked.
Oh god. I had to think. Fuck. “I’m uh… working out. You said you wanted me to work out more.” I gulped down a moan, hoping my words were convincing.
Cruz’s finger moved to my puckered hole as he picked up speed, ramming his cock deeper into my pussy.
“Yes, that’s true. Good. I hope you’ve lost a few pounds. The dress is very tight. It might be best not to eat until after the ceremony either.” The background noise behind Lorenzo increased, but I could still hear him.
I took a breath to tell him what I thought about his bullshit order when Cruz slid a finger into my ass. I sucked in a gasp. Oh fuck, oh… that felt really good. I had to get off this fucking phone call.
“Sure. Yeah, okay. I should probably go so I can finish this workout.” My hand trembled around the phone, and my knuckles went white holding back every whimper and groan I’d bottled up.
“Fine, go, but remember what I said.”
I’d already forgotten.
My eyes rolled back in my head as a second finger joined the first in my ass. Cruz’s huge girth throbbed inside me, and I barely had time to push the end call button and toss my phone aside before I cried out.
He added another finger and continued fucking me, his spare hand reaching around my hip to squeeze my clit. His knot thickened, and all thought fled.
“Oh fuck…” Sweat beaded on my skin, and Cruz bent down to lick a trail up my neck.
“Good girl. Are you ready to come for me?” he murmured in my ear. I could just barely hear it over the wet slapping of his thrusts.
“Yes,” I hissed between uncontrolled whimpers.
He leaned up, his thrusts coming faster.
His thick fingers sank into my ass as he finally bottomed out and his knot swelled.
One more rough shove, and he flexed inside me.
The rush of my orgasm hit me like a train, and I screamed, but his hand wrapped around my mouth, silencing me, dragging the orgasm out longer.
I clenched around his impossible knot, milking the cum from him and feeling the molten heat pump into my trembling pussy.
His growl washed over my skin. “Shhhh, hellcat. You have to be quiet, or someone might catch us.” He let me breathe but held me close, supporting me with his free arm.
When his fingers slid from my ass, I shuddered in the most delicious way, and he groaned right in my ear, which set off full-body tingles and a ripple of aftershocks.
Carefully he lowered me to the floor with his knot locking us together, his words a whisper in my ear. “You did so well for me, taking three fingers in your ass and coming all over my knot. Such a good omega.”
The phone call had already been wiped from my memory, but Cruz had heard more than enough, because within that whispered praise he told me how much he liked my body just the way it was. He wouldn’t change a single thing, not a hair, a freckle, and certainly not any of the perfectly rounded curves.
At least, I thought that’s what he said. Every part of me felt like a wet noodle, my brain included.
This was the plan, right? Seduce my sexy bodyguard and escape the wedding. Well, at least I did one of those things right.
“Cruz, what would you say if I asked you to take me away from this place? We could run away together and never look back,” I mumbled half asleep into my pillow.
I didn’t know if he’d heard me, and I certainly didn’t expect him to answer, but after much too long, when sleep had pulled me away from reality, I thought I heard him whisper, “Ask me again tomorrow.”