"Shall I leave my shoes on, mi Rey?" she asked in a husky voice as she tossed her panties on the floor near her bra.
I smirked. I really liked the sound of that.
"Sí, mi tentadora," I replied in approval, her eyes hooding with desire at my words. Becoming fluent in Spanish suddenly seemed like a life goal I should really get on board with.
She turned from where we stood near the foot of the huge bed and climbed up onto the mattress. I got one hell of an eyeful of her exquisite heart-shaped ass and a glimpse of her pussy, before she laid down on her back.
"Spread your legs, Luisa," I said gruffly. "Show me that pretty little cunt."
She immediately complied, bending her knees and pressing her fuck-me heels into the comforter as she spread her legs wide. Fuck. I stared like an imbecile at her bare and completely exposed sex. I'd never been happier that a woman got waxed regularly. Nothing was hidden from me, and I could already smell her arousal in the air. Lu's was the most beautiful and perfect pussy I'd ever seen in my life.
I hummed in approval. "Touch yourself and keep your eyes on me, babe," I growled out demandingly. "But don't you dare come. I want you on the edge."
"Sí, mi Rey," she replied softly, her eyes darkening with lust.
She began sliding her right hand languidly down her belly, riveting my attention as it headed for the promised land. Within moments, her fingertips were slicking over her opening a few times before sliding back up to spread her juices over her clit in firm little circles. Her left hand rose to her breast, and she kneaded at her soft flesh as her back arched and her hips swiveled on the bed. Needy little mewls spilled from her plush lips, and her eyes drifted shut in ecstasy.
I snapped my fingers to get her attention, and her eyes flew open as I fixed a hard stare on her. "Uh, uh," I said, correcting her. "Eyes on me."
I shrugged out of my suit jacket as she watched me and threw it aside without breaking our eye contact. I reached up to begin unbuttoning my shirt, and her eyes heated as she realized that tonight she was getting a show too. Her gaze flashed down to fix on my busy fingers as I slowly bared myself to her. I watched her eyes darken further with lust as I slipped out of the shirt and let it flutter to the floor. She drank in my upper body with a searing and covetous expression.
"Do you like what you see, babe?" I asked in amusement as a smirk pulled at one corner of my mouth.
"Very much, mi Rey," she whispered as her fingers swirled faster over her sweet little nub.
"Me too, babe," I growled and reached down to rub a hand over the bulge in my pants, trying to ease the throbbing ache there. "Now put a finger in that pussy and fuck yourself for me."
Her eyes widened in surprise at my command, but she didn't hesitate to obey. I stared in fascination as her middle finger pressed into her sex, and I suddenly felt overdressed as heated lust burned hotter inside me. I pulled off my shoes and socks, then unzipped my pants in a rush, before pushing them down along with my boxer briefs, and kicked them off. I straightened, and my right hand wrapped around my cock a second later as I watched Lu finger-fucking herself with utter abandon, moaning and writhing on the bed. Fuck me, it was so goddamn hot.
"Add another," I said roughly as I began working my dick with long measured strokes, spreading my already leaking pre-cum over my thick length.
She slid another digit into her soft heat and began thrusting in time with my own strokes. She grew wetter and wetter, until I could hear wet sloshing noises. My hand moved faster over my shaft at the sight and sound of her pleasuring herself with mindless passion. Her breathing turned erratic as the rising tension thrummed across every line of her perfect body. Her back arched, and her hips bucking into her hand. She was close.
"Don't you dare come yet," I snarled out at her as my tightening balls caused me to ease jacking myself before I blew my load much too soon.
"Please, mi Rey," she mewled out pathetically, her face twisted with frustration. "Por favor...por favor."
"Not until I say." I moved closer as I watched her fingers furiously pumping in and out. "Work that clit now, babe."
She obeyed, panting and muttering incoherently in a frantic jumble of Spanish and English. Her pussy was sopping wet now as were her fingers as she worked herself over. I sucked in harsh ragged breaths and had to let go of myself completely to keep from coming. I wasn't letting myself go until I was buried in her sweet sweet cunt, and I was done waiting.
"Now, baby," I gritted out through clenched teeth. "Come now."
She went off like a bomb. Instantly arching off the bed as her body detonated.
"Scotty!" she shouted before her voice morphed into a loud guttural scream.
I surged forward up onto the bed and dropped down between her thighs to plaster my mouth to her cunt. Her cries grew even louder as I drank her pleasure right from the source, groaning deeply as I lapped it up with eager enthusiasm. When her pleasure began to ebb, I slid off the bed just long enough to grab a condom from my pants. I suited up, then surged forward again as I grabbed my aching dick and aimed it at her core. I plunged inside her to the hilt in one violent thrust of my hips. She instantly came again with a shrieking wail of bliss that had her sex clenching and squeezing down on me like a vice.
Fuck. Yes.
I began rutting into her like a beast as I drove her release onward, pulling every drop of pleasure I could from her body and kissing her senseless until she fell limp beneath me.
"Scotty," she murmured against my lips in the sweetest dulcet tone I'd ever heard from her. It made warmth flutter in my chest, and I slowed to let us both catch our breath. My crazed and frenetic need of a moment ago began to bleed away to be replaced with a slow-burning passion, though less intense, felt far deeper and more meaningful. I'd never in my thirty-four years felt anything like it, and it stunned me to my core. I needed more.
I pulled out of her, yanked her heels off, and chucked them off the bed. I pushed back into her searing heat, then flipped us both over in one fluid motion until Lu's beautiful body was above me.
"Ride me, baby," I told her in an almost pleading voice as I gripped her hips and met her sex-dazed eyes. "Take your pleasure from me. Use me." My voice dropped to a low growl. "Fuck me."
She nodded and began to move, rocking her hips as I guided her up and down my dick. Sweet fucking Christ. It was everything. It was perfect. It was so goddamn right. I'd never had sex like this before. My eyes burned. My heart soared. I couldn't even manage words anymore. Lu threw her head back, her hair flying in a dark silken cloud around her shoulders and her tits bouncing hypnotically above me. I couldn't help myself and took over, pumping her harder on my dick as an orgasm of epic proportions threatened to tear me apart from the inside out.
Lu's right hand fell between her legs, and she began working her clit again, the nails of her left hand digging into my chest with a blissful sting. I clutched the tattering threads of my control in an iron grip for a few more tumultuous seconds before she finally shattered above me with a long passionate wail. I let go and followed right behind her, all semblance of reason and coherent thought slipping away as pure raw ecstasy became my entire world.
As we came back down, Lu's body fell limply onto my chest, our sweat slicked skin melding together as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close with her face tucked against my neck. It was the last thing I was aware of before sheer exhaustion claimed me and sucked me under in a wave of wondrous euphoria.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
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Lu
"Hola, mi pequeña sol," Dad said warmly as I opened my apartment door. Hello, my little sunshine.
"Hola, papá," I replied, giving him a wan smile as I stepped aside to let him walk in.
My father, Enzo Tavarez, moved passed me and into my kitchen, and I couldn't help staring at the manila folder tucked under his arm. He pulled me into a one-armed hug and pressed a kiss to my temple.
"Do you want some coffee?" I a
sked as he pulled away.
He nodded and went to my kitchen table, where he sat down and laid the folder on the glass tabletop. I grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and poured coffee into them, added a splash of cream to each, then walked over to take a seat in the chair directly across from him. I slid one of the mugs over to my father, and I took a sip from mine as he watched me with a frown.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this, mija?"
"Why?" I asked with a niggling of fear. "Is it that bad?"
"I didn't look at it," he replied. "It's not my place, but once you do this, you can't shove the genie back in the bottle if you don't like what you find."
"I know, Dad," I said quietly.
"I just want you to be sure this is what you want to do."
Despite his warning, I had no intention of changing my mind. My heart was on the line, and I had to go through with this. I nodded, and spoke with certainty. "It is."
He eyed me closely for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction. He reached for the folder and pushed it across to me.
I stared at the file for a moment, remembering the sweet kiss and warm smile Scott gave me when I left his penthouse an hour ago, so I could meet my father at my apartment this morning. I remembered how different the sex felt last night, and this morning too when he woke me with passionate kisses then fucked me in a slow unhurried way that still took my breath away. Both times felt like more, like something deeper and meaningful. It made me fear that what was happening between us would only lead to heartache and pain if it ended, or if he didn't feel the same connection that I did. That fear kept me awake most of the night as Scott held me in his arms while he slept. It was eating me up inside. I had to do this. I just had to, so I took a deep breath to steel my determination before finally flipping the folder open.
It was a background check on Scott that I'd asked my father to have a PI friend of his gather for me. When I asked Dad about it Thursday morning, all I told him was that it was on a man I was considering having a relationship with. He'd seemed hesitant when I asked him to do it, even if he didn't question it, and I'd ignored the inkling of doubt it caused me. I needed this for my own peace of mind, and I'd have done it myself if it wasn't unethical for me as a cop to use the police computers for a personal reason. It was bad enough I was looking into Tasha's homicide on my own.
The first page wasn't too bad. It was just Scott's personal details, including the fact that he'd never been married, and a list of his family members and known associates. The only thing that really caught my attention was the name Vinnie Wilkes. It had to be that little weasel from the club, and I wasn't surprised since Scott told me he was an old friend of his. I turned the page over to the next one.
This one was his financial information, including his businesses, property, and assets. Unsurprisingly, the man was seriously loaded, most of it from the R&C LTD businesses he owned with Calder Rennen. The next page had his education on it. His security management degree wasn't a surprise. What was unexpected was the fact that he'd gone to law school for a short time in his early twenties, but flunked out. I had a hard time imagining someone as intelligent as Scott not succeeding at whatever he put his mind to. He also applied to the police academy eight years ago and was denied. How strange. Scott would have made an excellent cop, and I wondered why he hadn't been accepted.
Next was his private investigator's license and his concealed carry permit. After that was his work history, which was relatively short for a thirty-four-year-old guy, but I guess when you came from money you didn't need to work your way through college.
I flipped the page again to find Scott's driving record. I glossed over a few speeding tickets until I saw a reckless driving charge from a car wreck he'd been in when he was nineteen. That must be when he'd broken his femur and gotten that nasty scar on his leg. He'd been driving too fast when he lost control of his vehicle, went off the road, and rolled his car into some trees. It sounded horrific, and he was lucky to be alive.
I scanned down the page and froze as I saw a DUI conviction a year or so later, then another a little over a year after that. I stared at it in surprise. I'd never seen Scott drink anything alcoholic, but maybe that was because he had a drinking problem in the past. At least, he didn't have any DUIs since then, but it might explain why the police academy turned him away.
I turned to the next page and froze. It was Scott's criminal history, and it was huge. I scanned down the page, my eyes growing wider and wider. There were multiple misdemeanors for disorderly conduct and disturbing the peace. There was a long list of misdemeanor drug possession charges for pot, cocaine, and mostly oxycodone. He was only convicted a few times since most had been dropped due to lack of evidence or technicalities, but I had a feeling it was mostly because he could afford a damn good lawyer.
The two DUIs listed next were unsurprising, and he'd been sentenced to go to court ordered rehab after the second one, but since there were yet more drug charges after that, rehab obviously hadn't worked. There were charges for public intoxication, vandalism, and a few more that really riveted my attention. There were several indecent exposure charges where he'd apparently been caught having sex in public. Holy shit. None of this sounded like the same man I knew, or thought I knew anyway.
I reached the bottom of the page to see that Scott's criminal record ended abruptly a little over nine years ago. He must have gotten clean around that time, which was a good thing, but I couldn't help feeling disturbed by Scott's unexpectedly sordid past. A sordid past that had me questioning what was actually going on between us.
I lifted my head to stare off into space as my mind whirled. Was the crazy kinky sex Scott preferred a replacement for the drugs, and why he went to a sex club? Was I just a convenient way for Scott to get his fix? It didn't seem that way, but now that the seed of doubt had been planted, I was confused and even more afraid that my feelings for him were completely one sided. For all I knew, he had a harem of women at his disposal for sex. We never agreed to be exclusive, but I guess I just assumed. I'd been so blinded by my need to solve Tasha's murder and my own physical attraction to Scott that I didn't even think to question his motives. It's not like I really knew that much about him. He could just be using me for sex, and helping with the case, so he could live vicariously at being a cop through working with me. I didn't like the sound of any of the possibilities my freaked out mind was conjuring up. They made me feel used, taken advantage of, and above all else, just plain stupid.
"Mija?" Dad said softly, pulling me from my chaotic thoughts to find him furrowing his brow worriedly at me. "Are you okay?"
Shit, I'd practically forgotten he was here.
"No," I said in a tight almost panicked voice. "This is terrible." I pushed the folder toward him. "Look."
He pulled it closer and turned it around so he could read it. I watched my father's eyes track down the list of criminal charges, their expression turning from wide surprise, then to intense interest, and finally to deep concern just before he met my gaze again with furrowed brows.
"This man," Dad said tensely. "Is he still using?"
I thought back to all the time I spent with Scott. I'd never once seen any symptoms of it. His pupils were never dilated. He didn't seem drowsy or out of it in any way when I was with him. He didn't have the apathy and short attention span of someone on opiates. His mind always seemed sharp and present in what he was doing. Scott appeared perfectly healthy and sober.
"No, I don't think so," I said softly with a slow shake of my head.
"Bien." Alight. He glanced down at the papers again. "I see that his last criminal charge was almost a decade ago." He flipped back through the rest of the folder, then looked up at me again. "If he's still clean now, he's probably been that way a long time. His college transcripts after that and his financial records for the last eight years support that too. No one on drugs is going to be successful like this, mija. I imagine that he washed out of law school because it was while he was st
ill using."
I nodded, even though his words didn't make me feel any better.
"Has he given you any reason to doubt him or distrust him in some way?"
"No,'' I said in a subdued voice as I stared down into my mug of coffee, unable to meet my father's eyes.
"Do you care about him?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He sighed. "Luisa," he began in a gentle, yet still chiding tone. "Why wouldn't you just ask him about his past instead of doing something like this," -he gestured at the open folder- "behind his back?"
I didn't answer as guilt hit me hard at his words, aching painfully inside me because I knew what I'd done was wrong even though I did it anyway. It had been like a compulsion that I couldn't deny. I couldn't help myself, and now when I wanted so desperately to take it back, I realized the extent of my betrayal. Dad was right. I couldn't unsee it, and now it was too late. My eyes burned with tears that I refused to let fall.
The tender touch of my Dad's hand on mine brought my eyes back up to his. "Why can't you trust this man, mija?" he asked with a sympathetic expression. "Or any man for that matter. I think this is the first time you've ever even mentioned anything to me about being interested in a relationship with a man before." He cocked his head thoughtfully. "It's almost like you wanted that background check because you're looking for a reason to push him away."
My mouth fell open in shock, and this time the tears wouldn't be denied because I knew he was right.
"Tengo miedo," I whispered as the tears began trickling down my cheeks. I'm afraid.
"Of what?" he asked as he gripped my hand.
"Of losing my identity," I whimpered out through my soft sobs, "and becoming someone I'm not. Of being dependent on someone else. Of...of being hurt." My sobs grew harder and louder, and I pulled my hand away from his and buried my face in both of mine, hating being so weak. I was a cop for fuck's sake.
"Oh mija," Dad murmured and I heard his chair scrape across the floor. A second later, I felt his gentle hand on my shoulder. "You're so much like me, so fiercely and stubbornly independent."
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