“All right, so one person on the planet wouldn’t approve.”
“There’s also Ah-Celiz, the God of Eclipses. He detests anything mildly inspiring,” he said.
“I really can’t wait to meet your family. They sound so cheerful.”
“You have no idea.” He turned the bend and the full house came into view—huge marble pillars sat beside the twenty-foot-high front door made of stained glass. Two large rectangular fountains stretched from the side of the home all the way out to the ocean, giving it a romantic, dramatic feel.
“This is amazing,” she said.
“And it is fit for my queen—six acres, twelve bedrooms including the guesthouse, a lap pool, sauna, yoga room, full gym, and three-thousand-bottle wine cellar.”
“Ah. So that’s why you bought it. The wine cellar.”
“Actually it was the master suite that sealed the deal. Care to see it first?”
She nodded. “I’m not sure I’ll make it that far.” She slid her hand over his groin, sending a jarring arousal through his dick.
“I will carry you!” He didn’t want their first time as a real couple to be on the hood of a car. That can be later tonight.
He shut off the engine and quickly made his way around the car, scooping Margarita into his arms.
He charged through the front door, up the grand staircase, and headed straight for the master suite. Margarita’s laughter filled the air as she bounced in his arms.
“Here we are!” He stepped through the doorway and lowered her to her feet, watching the expression on her beautiful face.
Margarita’s eyes scanned the enormous bedroom, where a balcony overlooked the Pacific Ocean and brought in plenty of light. If they wanted to sleep in, one press of the button would close the blackout curtains. The extra-long king-sized bed had been made with white satin sheets—per his instructions to Jill—but the couches, TV, and other furniture remained to be unpacked.
“It will all be put together soon,” he said, “but allow me to show you the closet.” He guided her past the palatial bathroom—time for that later—to the walk-in closet with enough racks for her to buy a new pair of shoes every day for three years and not run out of space.
“This is really—wow.”
“And look at this.” He pulled out the drawer to their side. “Many, many toys to please you with.”
“Uh. Is that a rubber fist?” She looked mortified.
Dammit, Jill. Very funny. He slammed the drawer shut.
“We don’t have to use any of those things for our first time. But if you change your mind later, I have handcuffs, feathers, vibrators, ass tickl—”
“Nope. I’m all good.”
The two stood there, a thick fog of awkwardness lurking between them. He had to do something fast or the moment would be ruined.
“I bought you a gift,” he said.
“You really didn’t have to—”
“You will definitely want this.” He walked over to the wall on the right and pulled back some of the shelving to reveal a walk-in safe. “It’s in here.” He punched in the code “TastyMargarita,” and it sprang open.
“Jeez. Are you opening a bank in our closet?” she asked with a smile.
“Come take a look.” They entered the little room containing walls of shelving and drawers. In the middle was a granite table and a small box sitting on top. “That is for you. Go ahead. Open it.”
“What is it?” she asked.
“Take a look.”
She walked over to the table and slowly took the thing. From her hesitation, he sensed she already knew what was inside. She opened it and stared, but her expression remained unreadable.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“It’s a ring. Shaped like a tiny bottle of wine.”
“It’s an engagement ring, but it opens.”
She popped the miniature clasp that revealed a small compartment inside. “Ohmygod. Are those tiny diamond-incrusted running shoes?”
“Yes, and the stones around the edge of the bottle are very special.” He smiled. “Black jade.”
She smiled. “I love it. It’s crazy. But I love it.”
He stepped toward her. “It’s an engagement ring. I had it made last night. Pulled the guy out of bed at two in the morning to get it done.”
Her wide eyes were filled with a strange expression. “You don’t need to do all of this for me,” she whispered.
“I want to see you happy. I want you to feel like your life is a never-ending celebration. Which is why you’re going to take time off work and we are going to travel. You’ll get massages every day, have a personal chef, you’ll get to jog on any beach—”
“Acan.” She took his hand and squeezed. “Stop. I don’t want all that.”
She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and reached for his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. She kissed him softly. “I’m nervous too,” she whispered, “but this is all I need.” She then shoved her soft little hand down the front of his pants, giving him a jolt. “And that. That is really, really good.”
He made a deep grumble. “That does feel nice.” She began playing with the tip, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger.
She slid her hand out and looked up at him. “So are you going to put this thing on me?” She held up the tiny box.
He quickly grabbed it, plucked it out, and slid it on her ring finger. “Perfect fit.” He took her hand and pulled her back into the bedroom.
“Wait.” She stopped a few feet from the bed.
“What?”
“Can I get pregnant if I’m wearing this ring?”
“Yes. But all you have to do is remove it immediately afterwards.”
“What if I want to get pregnant?”
His body felt cold all of a sudden. “Right now?”
She shrugged. “I’m almost fifty, but I’m in great shape.”
He swallowed hard. “Uh…uh…”
She smiled. “I’m just kidding. Jessica was my one and only. I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Oh. That’s a relief. Babies frighten me. Especially all of their miniature body parts. It’s just weird—wait. You’re almost fifty?”
She grinned. “Well, forty-five, really.”
He threaded his fingers in her hair. “Well, you are really hot.” He kissed her hard.
“You’re pretty hot, too, for a seventy-thousand-year-old man.” She smiled and returned to kissing him.
Margarita couldn’t wait a moment longer. This was the one thing she’d been fantasizing over and dreaming about since she’d met him and they’d had those wildly sexy encounters. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his ankles, allowing him to step out while he shed his coat, tie, and dress shirt.
She stepped back and took in the full view. Strong, lean, muscled body. Soft brown hair cascading down wide shoulders. Abs that rippled like powerful waves frozen in time, and a huge, huge penis.
“Wow. It looks so much different in a private setting.”
He smiled and pulled her in close, pressing his hard shaft against her. “How does it look now?”
The heat of his cock warmed her stomach, but made her insides sizzle.
“It looks really lonely.” She slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock, enjoying the thickness of him in her hand.
A deep grumble of approval erupted from his muscled chest and he bent his head to kiss her. His tongue, warm and sweet, slid across the crease in her lips, coaxing her to open for him. She did. He kissed her slow at first, allowing her to taste him, allowing her to savor the sensual rhythm of his tongue.
Oh, God. What a kiss. Slow and demanding. Sexual and heated.
She began moving her hand, stroking the length of his long dick with equally sensual movements. He groaned, which only made her want to pleasure him more. Maybe with her mouth. She felt absolutely ravenous for him.
Wanting to go to her knees, she broke their kiss and found a feral, hungry look
in his eyes. It stopped her in her tracks and flooded her core with a hard rush of throbbing warmth.
He suddenly pushed her back onto the bed and peeled down her jeans. Eager to get him inside her, she removed her shirt, exposing her painfully erect nipples.
“Your breasts are amazing. And those legs.” He drew a breath, standing there looking at her naked body, his thick cock engorged and straining, looking like he was about to explode.
What was he waiting for? She was hot, wet, and so ready.
“Open your legs,” he commanded in a low voice. “I want to see you.”
Another erotic rush spiked through her. She liked this commanding, dominating side of him.
Doing as he asked, she slowly parted her thighs and watched the intensely carnal look in his eyes. He was pleased by what he saw.
“Mmm…that’s right.” He took his thick cock in his large hand and began slowly stroking himself. “Now,” he said in a sinfully low voice that sent goose bumps down her spine, “touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”
She’d never done anything like this with a man, but watching him stroke his rock-solid cock, sliding that big hand at a leisurely pace over the velvety skin, made her ready to come instantly. She’d never been so turned on and in need of a release.
His animalistic gaze stuck to her most intimate spot, she slid her hand down to her swollen bud and gently stroked it. “I’m going to come,” she said.
With a devilish smile, he said, “Show me.”
By the time he said the words, it was too late. She felt the sexual tension snap like the cable on a bridge. She couldn’t stop.
“That’s right,” he said, watching her as she whimpered through her orgasm. It passed quickly, lacking the proper friction and pressure of a hard shaft to turn it into anything more. She didn’t know what to make of this. Why let her get so worked up only to have her pleasure herself?
She blew out a long breath and looked at him. He’d dropped his hands and was no longer pleasuring himself.
“Is that what you wanted?” she asked, her voice breathy.
“That was so you have something to compare to.” He climbed onto the bed and slid between her legs, placing the tip of his shaft at her heated slick entrance. “And so you remember why you don’t ever want to stop living a life with me.” His gaze locked with hers, he thrust into her with one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
She gasped, her body unaccustomed to his size, her inner walls clenching in response.
This time he didn’t tell her to relax, but pulled out and slammed into her again with a demanding thrust, as if taking what was his. And it hurt so good.
She moaned in response and dug her fingers into his back.
He pulled out and thrust again, watching her face as he took her hard.
He suddenly bent his head and whispered into her ear, “Are you ready, Margarita?”
“Ready for what?” she panted, her mind a messy fog of sexual need and lust.
Whatever he did sent her straight into a mind-bending orgasm. Her entire body bucked with punishing, sinful waves of hard spasms. “Ohgods. Ohgods.” She groaned, explosions rocking the deepest part of her core and radiating out through every limb. As she came, he continued pumping his thick cock into her, filling her, stretching her, pressing into her g-spot.
“Holy crap,” she whimpered. There were no thoughts, no sense of time, no limit to the space her body occupied. Everything around her became one giant ball of pulses and carnal explosions. She felt him inside her and all around her. Nothing was separate.
As he gave her one final thrust, she held her breath and curled her toes, wondering if she might never come back down to Earth.
As she clung to him, a few moments passed and he pulled out.
Her body began instantly relaxing.
“How do you feel?” he asked, brushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead.
“What was that?” She looked into his turquoise eyes brimming with male ego.
“Foreplay.”
“Foreplay?”
“Yes. Foreplay.” He flipped her over onto all fours and gripped her hips.
“Wait. I think I need a brea—”
He slammed inside her from behind, stealing her breath.
“Ohgods,” she moaned, forgetting what she had been about to say. There was only him inside her.
“Don’t move,” he commanded. He moved his hand to her hips and leaned into her, driving as deep as he could go, bottoming out at the entrance to her womb. She instantly felt his hot cum jetting inside her, and her body ignited with another round of explosive orgasms.
“Oh, God. How. Do. You. Do. That?” she panted, grabbing fistfuls of sheets. She bowed her back while he drove into her again from behind, pounding out her release in wave after wave of euphoric shudders. This time, her mind and body separated, going in two different directions. One floated on a cloud; the other savored the feel of his long slick shaft hammering into her.
Every time she felt her orgasm flagging, he would come more, sparking another insane release. She never imagined sex could be so incredible.
Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, he pulled out and flipped her over onto her back, covering her with his large body. His mouth was on her, his tongue inside her, on her neck and earlobes and the sides of her mouth.
“You’re amazing.” She placed her hands on the sides of his face, enjoying the roughness of his short whiskers.
“I’m glad you approve.”
“You have no idea.” She pushed her mouth to his and kissed him hard. She breathed him in, allowing his sweet, intoxicating scent to fill her lungs and mix with her mind. She’d never felt so connected to another person—at least not in this way, where every molecule of their bodies touched.
“I can’t believe I almost walked away,” she said in between kisses.
He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. “I can’t believe I almost let you.”
But as they lay there, covered in each other’s sweat, their warm, naked bodies pressed tightly together, she had the strangest feeling that none of this was an accident. They had landed exactly where they were meant to land.
“I love you,” she said.
“And I love you, too.” He began slowly moving inside her, his hard strong body gliding over her while his hands took hold of hers. He moved them above her head.
Gently pumping his hips, he continued staring into her eyes. “Are you ready?”
“For what?” She hoped he wasn’t planning to go get the sex toys. She wasn’t ready for that. And so unnecessary.
“Like I said, that was just foreplay. Now I’m going to make love to you.”
What? How much more of this could she take?
She blinked. “Uh. Okay. I just need to be home for dinner. And able to walk straight.”
“I can make sure you get home on time.” He bent his head and whispered in her ear, “You’re already home, Margarita. You are with me.”
She turned her head and gazed into his hypnotic, blue-green eyes. “Yes. I am home.”
EPILOGUE
“Well, that was a beautiful beach wedding. I especially liked all of the little lights in the shape of wine bottles over the archway.” Cimil sighed, sitting next to Roberto inside their custom-made stretch Volvo, waiting for the car ahead to clear Acan’s driveway so they could unload. The children—gods bless their spunky evil little souls! So delightful—played “put out the cigarette” toward the back of the car, while their “guest” whimpered in agony.
“You know, my love,” said Roberto, straightening his bowtie, looking extra delicious with his milk-chocolaty skin and dark eyes, “I think it’s okay to let the children have their fun, but perhaps we can leave your victims at home on family fun night.”
Cimil shrugged and gave the front of her strapless green dress a tug. “Sure, baby. Whatever makes you happy. I just thought we needed to keep the kids occupied while we bring in the New Year.”<
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Roberto sighed with contentment. “Another year.”
“Yep. One more year.” Cimil turned her head and gazed out the window, hoping Roberto would not see the truth in her eyes. Somehow, he always knew. But this was one secret he could never learn. Not ever. Because nothing was as it seemed. Then again, when was it ever?
“Any news about Zac?” he asked.
Cimil shook her head. She’d had lots of news, mostly from all of the pissed-off dead people Zac had created, but she’d come up empty-handed in the premonition department. “Nothing that will help us capture him, which truly fucks with the old piñata.” She pointed to her head. “It’s like he’s ten steps ahead of me, which is impossible. I’m the master of the ten-steps-ahead program. Yanno? What if he outsteps me and finds her?”
Roberto patted her leg. “Do not worry, my love. Zac will never find Tula.”
Cimil hoped that was the case because Tula was special. She didn’t know exactly how or why yet, but the dead never lied. Unless they were the bad dead, in which case they lied about everything, so all one needed to do was take the opposite of what they said. Still, very black and white.
“Let’s not think about it tonight,” she said. “Acan’s powers are about to hit max velocity and I want to get a front-row seat. It’s a total rush.”
“Agreed. I will take out your brother Votan. He always wants to hog Belch on New Year’s.”
Their stretch Volvo pulled up to the front of the palatial home, and the valet opened the door. “Good evening. Welcome. If you’re part of the wedding reception, please take the walkway to the right for photos. If you are here for the New Year’s celebration, please go straight inside and deposit any matches or lighters in the bowl. Acan and Margarita are requesting there be no fires of any sort this evening.”
“What? No matches?” Cimil barked. “What kind of party is this?”
“Do not worry,” said Roberto, patting his groin. “I have all of the fire you will need tonight.”
“Oh gods, you so float my Love Boat.” Cimil jumped on top of him and began kissing him wildly.
“Uh, ma’am?” said the valet. “Everyone’s waiting, and there are children present.”
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