by Mia Caldwell
“Hello Ryland, did you miss me?” she asked.
Ryland smiled, making his dimple stand out.
“Come with me,” Annabelle said. “You need to meet the new nanny.”
After Joan met the new nanny, a no-nonsense woman who spoke fluent British English as well as Spanish, she was relieved that they’d found someone so competent on such short notice. She had arranged a large play area for the boys in the family room off the kitchen.
The house was in an uproar. What seemed like hundreds of staff members were scurrying about getting ready for the pre-rehearsal luncheon, and the arrival of his Royal Highness, Ferdinand de la Vega, Viscount of Iberia.
“Where’s Lissa and Julio?” Joan asked her mother. She was only really concerned where Julio was - she wanted to ask if he knew where she could reach Antonio before things got too crazy.
“Lissa’s doing her final fitting in that wedding dress of hers, but she’ll be here for lunch. I don’t know about Julio. Someone said he had some urgent business to attend to last night. He should be back any minute,” Annabelle said.
“You mean he was here last night?” Joan asked?
“I don’t know. I guess. They said he left early this morning, so, yes, I suppose that meant he was here. Why, does it matter?”
“No, no reason,” Joan said, but she could tell by the way her mother looked at her that she was suspicious.
Joan decided to change the subject. “So, what’s the new nanny’s name again?”
“Miss Susan,” Abby said. She’d just come into the room. Joan held out her hand for her phone, and Abby handed it to her, but with reluctance.
Joan lifted an eyebrow.
Abby said, “Joan, could I have a word?”
Joan excused herself from her mother and followed Abby out into the hallway. “What’s up?”
“Remember, you asked me to add those two people to the list?” said Abby.
“Yes.”
“Well, I was busy, so I handed over your phone after I found that guy’s text message – but I didn’t look at the names first, because I didn’t think there would be a problem.”
“And is there a problem?” Joan asked, her voice tightening as she felt under attack.
“Not unless it’s your intention to ruin your sister’s wedding.”
“What are you talking about?”
Abby’s lips were in a thin line. “You’ve got your phone now, see for yourself.”
Joan’s opened her text messages and felt her mouth fall open as she read the names of the two people Raul had to have added to the guest list.
Tina Peters and Willa Grueber.
“Holy shit, I had no idea. It’s a mistake. I never in a million years...”
“So, who is this Raul person?”
“Just a friend. I mean, I don’t know him very well.”
“But he’s coming to the wedding as your plus one and you’re letting him invite clear enemies to your sister and brother-in-law?”
Joan crossed her arms.
“Look, Abby, I don’t have to explain things to you. I have a right to invite anyone I want as my plus one. I didn’t know he even knew those two women, let alone that he would invite them. You’ve got to believe me.”
Her phone chimed. It was a new text from Raul.
Thanks for setting up invites for my guests. They just texted me to tell me how excited they are. You’re a doll.
Joan groaned. She’d couldn’t retract the invitations now, not without hurting Raul. She owed him for helping her out the night before. She gave Abby a pleading look. “Abby, please. I swear I don’t know what this is all about, but I won’t let anything ruin Lissa’s wedding. I’ll come up with some way to fix this. Don’t do anything. And whatever you do, please don’t say anything to Lissa or Julio. I’ll promise you I’ll take care of this.”
“You better.”
Horns blasting in a revelry made them both turn around towards the front of the house.
“Oh my God, that must be him,” shouted the wedding planner. “Places everyone, places.”
Annabelle, who’d been with the boys in the playground, put Hunter down and smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt as she let herself out of the playground.
Mamacita flew out of the kitchen, stripping off her apron and stuffing it in a drawer as she smoothed out her frizzy hair.
The French Horns sounded again.
Mamacita looked around. “Where’s Julio? Is he back yet?”
“He just drove up,” shouted one of the house men.
“Good,” said Mamacita. “Where’s Lissa? Someone get Lissa. Hurry up people, everyone get to the tent. And don’t forget to be standing when he comes inside.”
The new nanny appeared in her stiff white uniform and stood possessively next to the boy’s playpen. Joan felt put out. It bothered her that this woman, who she was supposed to be training, was acting like she was in charge when it came to the triplets.
Lissa came rushing down the steps in a lovely designer dress, that Joan had never seen before. It was powder blue and hung on her body like a glove. It was perfect for the meeting the Viscount. Joan stood there, unsure what she was supposed to do, or where if anywhere she was supposed to go.
To her relief, her mother Annabelle Edwards took Joan by the arm, propelling her out of the house, towards the back, where the luncheon was set up in the giant tent. “Come along, Joanie, let’s take our seats. The boys will be fine.”
As they walked, her mother, held tight to her arm, then leaned in and whispered, “So, darling, tell me. You weren’t impossible to wake this morning because you had another all-night drinking binge?”
“Oh, no. Nothing like that, mom. I just couldn’t fall asleep until super late, and I guess I was just catching up.”
“Good, that’s what I thought. Stand up straight, dear.”
Before Viscount de la Vega arrived, Julio showed up at the tent and kissed Lissa as he whispered apologies for being late. Side by side with his bride-to-be, they left to greet their very important relative.
The rest of the assembled - a few of Julio’s relatives, the priest, wedding planner, and Mamacita - waited excitedly for the Viscount’s grand entrance, standing behind their chairs.
While they waited, several men in uniforms with stern expressions on their faces came in to check the tent. One of them escorted a dog, which went under every table and ran the length of it, coming out at the other side before heading to the next table. After that, the dog went around to each person and gave them a sniff.
Satisfied, the dog went back to the man with the leash and sat like a sentry, ready to pounce on any threat.
The other security men took posts in the perimeter of the tent.
At the entrance, two young men appeared in colorful attire. They pulled out their trumpets and played the royal entry. Another man, dressed in a fine suit with long tails and the sash of the royal family of Spain announced in a loud, clear voice, “Presenting, His Royal Highness, Ferdinand de la Vega, Viscount of Iberia, Fourteenth in Line to the Spanish throne.”
Everyone clapped as an elderly man walking with the assistance of a gold-gilded cane stepped into the tent. He was flanked on both sides by two other men, also wearing the clothing that identified them as members of the royal family. Behind them, Julio and Lissa walked in step.
He took his seat next to Julio and Lissa who remained standing behind their seats at the head table.
“Dear Viscount de la Vega, I’m so honored that you’ve come to this most important day of my life. I cannot wait to make this beautiful woman beside me my married wife.” Julio said.
“I’m happy to be here, Julio,” said the Viscount in a gravelly voice. “But, enough of this chatter. Everyone, please sit, I’m starved.”
The meal went great as far as Joan could tell, but she couldn’t eat a bite. She was seated next to the wedding planner and the priest. She let them chatter on while she tried to think how to fix her current problem.
> Lissa would croak if spotted Tina and Willa at her wedding.
She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, but the first thing she needed to do was call Raul and find out why in the name of heck he’d invited them. After dessert was served Joan excused herself. She made a bow to his Royal Highness, who acknowledged her with a smile and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
She thought about going in the house, but she didn’t want to be distracted by the boys or the nanny. Instead, she went around to the back of the tent. There were royal guards stationed outside as well, so she headed to the path that led to the vineyards. Checking to be sure she was good and far away from anyone’s earshot, she finally pulled out her phone.
She didn’t have any service.
“Darn it,” she said.
She saw a hill up ahead with a few buildings, one that looked like a winery the other probably a guest house. Maybe she could get reception there. She started walking towards it, happy to see that a bar blinked into use. The closer she got, the more bars she got, but decided to wait until she made it to the shade of the buildings before placing her call.
Joan heard the sound of an electric cart and ducked inside the open door of the winery. She didn’t want to talk to anyone until she got through to Raul to find out what the hell he was playing at. As she turned into the dark space she ran into something solid.
“Joan?
Joan, is that you?” said a voice she knew well. Too well.
“Antonio?” she gasped as she looked up at the light caught on his face. “Oh my God, what happened to your face?”
He didn’t let go. “Oh, Joan, what a sight for sore eyes,” he said, pulling her deeper into the shadowed interior.
“Antonio, what are you doing here?” she asked.
He put a finger on her lips. “Shhh. Oh God, Joan, I’d kiss you right now but I’m afraid my lip would crack open and bleed all over you. I’m so glad you’re here.”
Her knees buckled. Instead of attacking him, demanding to know about the money or anything else she had planned, all she could think of was how close he was to her and the way his swollen eyes seemed to bore straight her soul. He was still holding her arm.
“Let go of me,” she said, but even she could tell she didn’t mean it.
He wasn’t letting go. He was pulling her closer, scary face and all. She felt his heat, she saw his chest rising. Even with the bruises around his eyes, she could see that he wanted her, desperately.
His eyes searched her face, seeking the same response in return, and she couldn’t help herself. She wanted him too.
She felt his hands stroking her body as he leaned down, allowing his swollen lips to nuzzle her neck. Joan sucked in air and let her head fall to the side, exposing her throat tohis puffy, bruised mouth. He was gentle, but there was heat. His mouth opened and his tongue flicked across her carotid artery. His teeth bit down, ever so lightly.
She moaned as her pussy responded, wetness gushing between her legs.
“Joan, Joan, I’m so sorry about what happened the other night. I should never have left you. I’m so sorry you got into trouble.”
He pressed his pelvis against her, pinning her back to one of the tall oak barrels as his bruised face nuzzled her hair. Joan melted into his embrace, lost in the feeling of him. He pressed against her a second time and she lifted her body to meet his throbbing erection.
Against her better judgment, Joan moved with him to the farthest back end of the non-functioning winery.
She groaned, as his fingers lifted her skirt.
“What if someone comes?”
Antonio ignored her question as he slipped his fingers between her legs, sliding them slowly up the inside of her trembling thighs. Joan held her breath as his fingertips pulled back the inner edge of her lace panties, then continued their upwards motion. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned as his fingers toyed with her juices, making her gasp as he massaged her lower lips and dipped into the channels of her labia before slipping inside her wettest body part.
He moved his hips in front of her, grunting with pain as he tried to lift her on to his upright cock.
“Oh God, no Antonio, you shouldn’t do this. You’re injured.”
“Not where it counts,” he said. He stepped back letting go of her long enough to push his pants down to his ankles. His cock flew out, ready and hard. “I want to take you right here, up against that barrel,” he said huskily, but Joan saw him wince as he tried to lift her.
“No. You’re too injured. Please Antonio, let me do the work.”
Before he could stop her, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hand, locking him in place. There was just enough light that she could make out his magnificent cock gleaming before her. She wanted to swallow him whole, but she wanted to tease him first.
Never taking her eyes off his, she leaned her head to the side and slowly licked along his length. He groaned, a pitiful sound that made her body wet with desire.
His cock bounced, as she worked her way back to his crown and put only the tip of him into her mouth.
“That’s enough,” he said, desperately. “I can’t take this anymore.”
He grabbed her head, moving it gently back to the upright position, and moved his cock to her lips. When she opened for him he thrust himself into her, going past her lips, past her teeth and tongue into the back of her throat.
Joan opened wide for him, willing him deeper. She was consumed by his need, his musk. He jammed himself into her face, desperate for her, taking her with no mercy, and she loved every second of it.
All she wanted to do was bring him pleasure. With each thrust, which stretched her lips she opened her throat, taking him deeper and deeper, past the back of her throat all the way until she could feel his hot balls slamming against her lips.
She was becoming light headed, but it didn't matter. She opened her body, her soul, her entire being to his deeping possession of her, it made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered to him. She wanted all of him, she wanted to consume him, to be consumed by him. The world slipped away around her as one pleasurable sensation after another took over and as his body joined with hers.
He came all the way out, and she sucked in air, only to have him plunged in deeper and farther than ever before.
she gulped in air as he ran his throbbing cock head against her swollen lips, coating her mouth with his precum.
“Ready, bella?” he growled, as he tipped her chin up so he could stare into her eyes. Her eyes rolled back in her head and Joan nodded, desperate to have all of him. Now.
This time he gripped her head in his hands, holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her, again and again. “I need you, Joan, never leave me,” he begged as his thrusts grew more frantic. Joan opened herself to him, urging her body to relax, her teeth to pull away, her throat to remain wide and open. As she felt his orgasm bubble up she groped his muscled butt cheek for support while her other fingers reached for his balls, the sensitive skin underneath them, the tight opening to his ass.
His groan of pleasure was loud, too loud, but Joan didn’t care. She relished his pleasure and the heat of his seed as she felt it gushing down her throat.
“Hello?” said a voice from the doorway. “Anyone in here?”
“Shit,” Antonio said, pulling himself off and spraying the last rope of sperm in her face.
Joan, still half in a sexual daze, swiped at the cum splashed on her face. “What?”
“Shhh. Someone’s in here,” he whispered in a low, urgent voice as he pulled her to her feet. He’d already put on his pants and he was moving her quickly towards the back of the winery. He moved her between empty racks. “Don’t make any noise, stay here.”
Joan worked furiously at her face and hair, trying to make herself look presentable while a beam from a flashlight played across the floor. “Who’s in here?” demanded a man in Spanish voice stern. “Show yourself.”
“It’s just me, Ruiz” Anton
io said, stepping out. His breathing was still hard, but Joan was impressed with the casual tone he’d managed.
“Oh, it’s you sir. What a relief. I was afraid we had damn paparazzi sneaking around in here.”
“No. Just me. I got tired of staying cooped up in my room, thought I’d check out this winery. Did Julio tell you he wanted me to come run his winery if I ever stop playing soccer? He thinks I’d be well suited to the life.”
“Yes, actually, he did mention that he’d thought you’d be good at that. But Antonio, I need to ask you to please stay in your room. There are too many people here right now, including reporters. Mr. Torres wanted me to make sure you stayed out of sight, at least until he’s had the doctor take another look at your face. You understand.”
“I understand, of course,” Antonio said. “Can you maybe have someone send me some lunch? I can smell the feast from here and it’s making me hungry.”
“But of course,” said Ruiz. “But, first, let me walk you back to your cottage. I want to be able to tell Julio that I saw you in your room with my own eyes.”
Joan stood there, leaning against the sturdy but empty wine shelves, as her pussy throbbed with need between her legs and her body slowly recovered from their intense lovemaking session.
As footsteps receded, she let out a long deep breath.
She counted to ten, and then to twenty before moving slowly to the door. The cottage was far enough away that she hoped she wouldn’t be spotted.
From her angle, it looked like Antonio was inside, along with the man who’d come looking for him. The electric cart was still parked just outside, she knew Julio’s man would be back soon enough. Not wanting to risk being discovered, Joan bolted around to the side of the winery and started making her way back to the house, keeping herself low until she was certain she wouldn’t be spotted.
She made it to the room designated for her and she locked the door. It took fifteen minutes to shower and change into clothes that didn’t smell of Antonio.