by Blue Saffire
“This is just some office fling?”
“No. This is not a fling. He wants to make her his wife,” I say with a smile.
“Then you tell him,” he says firmly. “He would want to know. I would want to know.”
I go to tease him, but his phone rings. I watch my husband wondering how did so much change so fast. He has been so attentive since we arrived back in London.
“No, I’ll do it myself,” he snaps into the phone and hangs up.
“Everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. I just need to make a few changes,” he says, nostrils flaring. “I wanted to surprise you with a gift. My assistant is having trouble collecting it. Come, you and I will go collect it and get some fresh air.”
“Actually, you can still surprise me. I’ll stay here and you go. I’m waiting for a call and I’d love a bubble bath to relax some of this tension,” I say, rolling my neck.
He looks at me, a war happening in those intense eyes. Standing, he pulls me from my seat. I look up at him, expecting him to protest.
“When I return I’ll help you relax,” he croons in a sexy promising tone.
He kisses my forehead gently, instead of taking my lips the way I expect him to. When I think about it, I guess that’s a good idea. He’ll never leave if we so much as brush lips.
“I look forward to it, old man,” I purr.
I yelp when he slaps my ass. I laugh as he scowls at me. With one last squeeze of the cheek he just caused to sting, he turns and leaves from the brownstone he rented for us.
Unfortunately, the call I’d been waiting for comes as soon as Cristó leaves. I spend the next hour rolling my eyes at the voice on the other end of my phone. When I final hang up, I go to have that bath I’ve been wanting.
The doorbell rings and I groan. All I want it that bath. I move towards the door, but it dawns on me that there shouldn’t be anyone ringing this bell.
My husband made that clear. Not even his assistant has come by. Alonso has been Cristó shadow for a few years now. It says a lot that not even he has had access to me.
I reach under the little table by the door were I strapped a gun and silencer beneath. Something tells me this is not a time to rely on my blades. The hairs are standing up on the back of my neck and arms.
Making quick work of the silencer, I slide to the door as the bell rings again. I move the curtain back slightly to see someone in a delivery uniform with a large bouquet of flowers in his arms.
“Someone fucked,” I snort under my breath.
I’m allergic to roses. Cristó knows this. He had his roses gardens pulled and band the gardener from planting them years ago. I thought it was over kill then. Sweet, but over kill as I was never there much, but he insisted.
Since my husband is the only one to know I’m here, I know for damn sure he didn’t send me roses. Nelson would know better as well, but even he doesn’t have this address as per my husband wishes.
I shift, unlocking the door, ready to put a bullet in this guy’s head. As soon as the lock disengages the door is pushed in on me. I stumble, but hold my aim.
“You picked the wrong day to deliver,” Cristó hisses in the guy’s ear as he shoves him into the house.
My eyes grow wide. Cristó kicks the door closed behind him and shoves the gun he took from the guy before him into his waistband. Lifting his own gun from the guys back, Cristó places it to his temple. If he didn’t look so sexy coming to my rescue, I might be mad he stole my thunder.
“Who sent you?” Cristó and I say in unison.
My husband looks at me with wild eyes. I see the small hint of a smile on his lips. I get the feeling he’s enjoying the moment.
“Should I let you handle this?” I ask, returning the smile.
“It has been awhile since we have done this together. We’ll take him down to the cellar,” he says, shoving the guy forward.
Cristóbal
“I want you to return to Puerto Rico,” I say as I walk up behind my wife.
I look at our reflections in the mirror. Her naked while rubbing cream into her skin. Me with a towel around my waist.
I place my hands on her hips and plant a kiss on her shoulder. Her silence is worse than her rejection. I know what this means.
“You will be protected in my home,” I say when she still says nothing. “Detra.”
“I will not run and hide. That is not who I am. He couldn’t even give us a name, so why the hell should I run? I don’t know who I’m running from. Who says your home is safe?”
“Enough, this is not a request,” I says as my patience snaps in two.
She spins to face me, looking up through narrowed eyes. I don’t care if she’s angry. Returning to find someone outside our front door. A gun hidden in that bouquet of roses.
It took everything in me not to blow his head off first and ask questions later. My blood boils even now. The thought of losing Detra makes me crazy.
“Have I not held things down since I was nineteen? Hell, at eighteen I was running shit. You want me to run now?” Her voice breaks. “You think I’ve become soft, that I am weak?”
“No,” I say tightly.
“Then, what has changed? Why do you treat me now as if I’m breakable?”
“Detra,” I warn.
“No, tell me,” she demands.
“Because I’m in love with you. Te amo. I love you so fucking much I feel crazy. I’m not here to just fuck you and have a good time.
“I followed after you because I’m tired of not having my wife by my side. But now I see the world I’ve sent you out into. I’ve taken off the fairytale glasses. I see.
“I have placed my princess in the center of the monsters while I’ve been up in the ivory tower,” I say bitterly. “I’m not worthy of you, but I can’t live without you any longer. If that means I have to spend the rest of my life slaying fucking dragons, so be it.”
“You can’t love me,” she says with her head down.
“Coño, you have to be fucking kidding me,” I bellow.
Taking her face in my hand, I tilt her head back a seizure her lips. I kiss her with the passion of a man willing to die for the love of the woman that owns his heart.
Her hands go into my hair. I back her into the corner top and left her onto it. I tear my towel away and step between her thick thighs. Forcing myself to pull my lips away from hers, I start to kiss down her body.
I worship every inch of her skin. Showing with my mouth the love and devotion I have for her. I look up through my lashes to make sure she can see the love I have for her.
“Te amo. I love everything about you,” I croon against her skin.
“How?”
“How can I not? I love this scar,” I lick the flesh on the outside of her thigh. “Do you remember how you got it? I was furious with you for fighting with my men. They should’ve known better than to let you join in.
“You wouldn’t shed a tear. You held your head high and let me stitch it for you. I think I fell more in love with you that day,” I say against the mark.
I kiss my way to the apex of her thighs. Placing a kiss on her mound, I nuzzling the flesh. I grin and lift my gaze to hers again.
“You were such a little thing when you came to me. All ass, no tits. Still not yet a woman,” I chuckle. “The year after we married you returned and you were all woman, all curves. I started to crave you then.
“I wanted to taste you to see if you taste as good as you looked. You didn’t know you were driving me crazy even then,” I say, pushing her legs further apart and dipping in for a taste.
I groan as her flavor bursts on my tongue. She tastes better than I ever imagined in those days. I scoop her ass into my hands and lift her up and closer to me.
“Cristó,” she cries out.
I look at her to find her hands press to the mirror behind her, her body bowed in the air as I feast on her. I lift her higher and consume her more. My fingernails bite into her skin.
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sp; I keep eating until I feel her juices wash down my throat. Only then do I release her to sit back on the countertop. I take her lips, allowing her taste herself.
I kiss her so deeply my tongue is at the back of her throat. I’ve never wanted someone more. I want to be a part of her, inside of her. I want to absurd her into me and keep her safe within my own skin.
“I need you,” I breathe.
“Please.”
Tugging her body to the edge, I push into her waiting heat. I start to move inside of her, but this isn’t enough. I need to be closer, deeper.
I pull out and look down at her pussy in awe. My brows draw. I don’t know if it’s so good because I’m madly in love with her or if she just has the best pussy in the world. I think it’s a bit of both.
“Come,” I say, lifting her from the counter.
I carry her into the bedroom, but I don’t make it to the bed. I press her back to the wall and take her mouth. She clings to my shoulders giving as good as I’m giving.
I break the kiss to look into her eyes. She pushes at my chest and I let her legs fall to the floor. Turning her back to me, she bends at the waist and places her hands out for mine.
I line my cock up with her entrance and push in. Reaching for her hands, I lace my fingers with hers. I start to push in nice and slow.
I bite my lip and narrow my eyes as she start to roll her hips against me. My eyes roll into the back of my head. I move our joined hands to her hips and take control of the push and pull.
“You like that? Do you feel my love for you?”
Detra
Oh, I feel him. I feel him in every cell of my body. I shudder as his voice rolls over me. I want to answer him, but my words are catch. I can only make a sound that comes out somewhere between a moan and choking sob.
I feel like fire is burning through my veins. With each stroke he’s threatens to fan the flames to consume me whole. It’s a death that I’m willing to accept at the moment.
“How can I not love you?” he asks against my skin before licking up my back.
He releases one of my hands to reach into my hair and tug my head back. He starts to pick up the pace and I swear the room starts to spin.
There are men that have sex and can scratch an itch and there are men that hit it right every single time. I mean that slow burn, hard hitting, fast fucking, bring it all together to end your life kind of sex. That’s my husband.
My teeth chatter, my juices have my thighs drenched, and I feel the tingle of my orgasm everywhere. My scalp hums, my skin buzzes. I’m so close.
I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. I look over my shoulder to find him watching my ass. I grin and flex my cheeks, then clap my ass around him.
“Fuck,” he roars and slaps my ass.
Releasing my other hand, he plants his palm to the wall. He reaches for one of my legs and tucks it into his side. I cover his hand that lands on my hip with my hand. His fingers flex, nails digging in.
“Ah, I’m coming, Papi. Keep fucking me just like that,” I cry out.
“Yes, that’s it. Come for me. Give it all to me,” he groans. “Fuck that cock. Give me my pussy.”
I come from his dirty words alone. I sag forward. Cristó leans into me.
“I want you in my bed. You will not walk in the morning and you will know my love from the inside out,” he whispers.
I shiver and my heart leaps. I know I must be crazy. My body already feels the signs of his type of love, but I’m eager for more.
“Promises, promises, old man.”
“This again,” he chuckles. “We will see who is old. You will need sleep before me.”
Chapter 13
Abroad Again
Detra
Cristó insisted we meet with Nelson. Since I’ve been holding back from telling Nelson what’s truly been going on, Cristó decided he will. I don’t know how I feel about this, but then again, I don’t know how I feel about anything.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. You’d think I were taking my first boyfriend to meet my family. I never realized how much I wanted these two to know each other.
“I have never seen you like this,” Cristóbal says, placing a hand on the small of my back as we wait for someone to open the front door.
I have a key but for some reason I decided to ring the bell. Ms. Cork opens the door with a warm smile and I relax a little, ignoring Cristó’s comment altogether. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep moving.
“Mr. Fisher and Ms. Valentine will be down in just a moment,” she says. “Can I take your things? Would you like some tea?”
“I think we’re fine for now,” I say as Cristó takes my coat from my shoulders to offer her.
“Hey, you,” Talina sings as she appears.
“Hey,” I reply pulling her into an embrace.
I have a death grip on her as we hug. She’s going to be my lifeline tonight. When we pull apart, she gives me a curious glance. I shrug and flip my hair over my shoulder, trying to play it cool.
Get it together, Detra.
“There you are,” Nelson booms as he jogs down the stairs.
Cristó wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. I have always understand that a part of Cristó is jealous of Nelson. He has nothing to worry about.
I’ve never seen Nelson that way. He has always been like family. When he came to help me that day it only solidified that brother-sister bond.
“Nelson, Talina, this is my husband, Cristóbal,” I say starting the introductions. Nelson’s brow shot into his hairline. “Cristó, this is my best friend, Nelson and his girlfriend, Talina.”
“It a pleasure to meet you both,” Cristó says.
“Yes… it is nice to meet you,” Nelson replies shaking off his shock.
Nelson has been on a need to know basis for all of these years. He knows Manny, but not what Manny truly does. If I ever went down for my connections to Cristóbal, I didn’t want Nelson to know enough to drag him down too. It’s the way things needed to be.
I look at the two men. They are so completely different from each other. Yet, the same in more ways than I’ve ever noticed. Nelson has Talina held protectively at his side just as Cristó is holding me.
Cristóbal was right. I need to be the one to tell Nelson what’s going on. He would want to know that I’m on alert for a viable threat concerning Talina. I owe my friend that.
“Cristó, Talina, do you mind if I steal Nelson away for a minute. I need to have a talk with him,” I say.
“No problem. I get to pick your husband’s brain,” Talina says with a smile.
“Not sure there is much to pick, but I’m always willing to give my attention to a beautiful woman,” Cristó says smoothly.
I stifle my laugh when Nelson stiffens and tugs Talina closer. I don’t even think he knows he has done it. In response, Cristó palms the back of my neck, turning me to him.
My toes curl in my shoes as he makes it clear that I’m the only one he’s here for. I’m quite sure he’s also staking a claim as he leaves me breathless.
“Wow, you two are beautiful together,” Talina says in awe.
“The old man is not so bad,” I tease as I catch my breath.
Cristó slaps my ass and grunts down at me. He leans into my ear and says for my ears only. “Te mostraré el viejo, esposita.”
“I’m counting on it, Marido,” I reply, rolling my gaze over his body.
I almost don’t want to walk away as his eyes ignite. Damn, this man has me all types of strung out on him. I never thought anyone would have me like this.
He leans into my ear again to heatedly say. “Te amo, mi amour.”
I bite my lip and turn to walk away before I say or do something to embarrass us both. Yes, I love my husband. I’m just not ready to tell him.
Cristóbal
“I knew there was something different about her when she returned,” Nelson says, pulling me from my musing.
I’ve been standing
by the bar observing and drinking Brandy. Removing yourself from the picture can give you a broader view. I’ve been waiting for the day I’d get to see this Nelson and my Esposita interact.
“What do you mean?” I ask, not able to tear my eyes away from my wife.
“When she returned with all that money and… there was something in her eyes. I knew there was more behind it all. I just never pushed.
“Then the… emptiness. I was confused by it because she dated all those guys. She never cared about them.
“It was like they irritated or frustrated her more than anything. She just didn’t see it. I don’t know. It was like she was looking for something,” he muses.
“That would be my Detra. Always looking for what’s right in front of her. We are alike in that respect,” I chuckle.
“But last year, when she turned up on my door step drunk. Something was different. Whoever the guy was this time. He actually made it through to the real Detra. He had cracked into her heart.
“Now I get it. It was you. Something changed between you two,” he says as if he has solved a great puzzle.
“Does this anger you?” This time I do pull my eyes away to look this man in his.
“Not like you seem to be implying. She’s all the family I have. I wouldn’t have shit if it weren’t for her. But now I have to wonder what she did to give me my shot at life,” he says tightly.
I tilt my head. All evening I’ve watched my wife show this man in front of me unrestrained affection. Is it passionate affection? No, but it’s still an open love I’ve never seen her give to anyone else, not even her sister in our brief passing.
I long for what I see between the two. Yet, I can see that they regard each other with the fondness of siblings. He is here to protect her.
“I don’t explain myself to anyone. But because she has told me that you once saved her life. I will make this exception.