“Yes, of course.” Her eyes behind her semi-translucent shades growing large, she shivered even though we were standing beneath the blazing afternoon sun.
“Miriam.” A cute little girl dripping puddles and wearing a concerned expression moved in front of me and my queen. “Are you going somewhere?”
Miriam’s gaze passed over the girl to the big dude merely feet behind her. He had an earpiece in one ear and wore dark gray slacks and a navy blazer. Her hand went to her throat where I noticed her pulse beat rapidly.
“Jasmine.” She refocused on the girl I realized was her charge. “Hey, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine. Juaquin Acenado.”
“Hola, Jazz.” I removed my sunglasses, placing them on top of my head. The girl’s eyes widened. “You’re King, the drummer from Tempest. I saw you on Rock Fuck Club last week.”
Chingao. “Um, sí.”
“Raven almost turned you down.”
“I’m sure a lot of that stuff is staged,” Miriam said, sending a disapproving glance at me before frowning at the girl.
That wasn’t the case. Everything on the episode I had been in had actually happened and then some, but I thought it wise to keep my mouth shut about it.
“And what were you doing watching a show that’s TV-MA in the first place? I thought there was a lock on the televisions in the penthouse.”
“Uh-duh, Miriam,” Jazz fired back. “I saw the episode on YouTube. There are tons of ways to get around all those parental controls, and I’m too old for them anyway.”
The guy with the earpiece cracked a grin which he stifled when he noticed me watching him. He withdrew back into the shade of a nearby palm.
“I know you’re clever, Jazz. But I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be watching shows like that.” Miriam flicked her eyes to the security guard again before she leaned closer to the girl he was obviously in charge of protecting. “Do you mind staying out of the pool while I step inside and talk to Juaquin for a minute?”
“Alright.” The girl glanced up at me studying me a long moment. “But shouldn’t you stay here with me? I mean, I don’t want Mr. Garner to say anything to my dad.”
A visible tension seized Miriam. She licked her lips the way she did when she was nervous or turned on. I was pretty sure it was nerves at the moment. The security guy unsettled her or his boss did. Probably both. “It’ll be ok. We won’t go all the way inside.” She inclined her head. “Just over there by the alcove next to the waterfall.”
Looking more mature than eleven, Jasmine nodded somberly. I found my heart going out to her. I might have my issues with my father, but she was obviously afraid of hers.
“Ready?” Miriam had already taken a few steps toward the waterfall. Glancing over her shoulder at me, she cocked her head at an inquiring angle.
“Sí.” I caught up to her and slid my hand to her waist. She made a soft sound of pleasure that I don’t think she would have wanted me to note. I was beginning to pick up on a lot of things, but I wanted to know more. I wanted all her tells, all her secrets, all her time, all of everything she would concede to me.
When we reached the waterfall, she took my hand and drew me into the shadow of a nearby cabana. “We don’t have long.” She moved in front of me so we were face to face and tried to withdraw her hand, but I didn’t allow it.
“Mi reina.” I threaded our fingers together, bringing her hand up to my mouth to skim my lips across her knuckles. Her skin was so soft. I lifted my gaze. Her eyes had darkened. “You’re beautiful and being with you last night was hot as hell. I want you. I want you in my bed.” I brought both her hands up to my neck and left them there so I could slide mine down her spine. Palming her lush ass, I drew her sexy body closer. “What do you say?”
She looked undecided. I didn’t like that at all. Had I taken too long to press my claim?
“Mamita, I promise I’ll make you shiver. I’ll make you beg. I’ll make you scream my name again and again when you come.”
“You sound pretty certain.”
“It’s not bragging if it’s the truth.”
“Yes,” she agreed, wetting her lips. “I say yes, but there’s a good chance you’ll ruin me.” She whispered the last part so softly it almost seemed as though she hadn’t meant to say it aloud.
“You’re right,” I confirmed. “After tonight you won’t want anyone but me.”
Chapter Fifteen
Miriam
“You can’t keep buying out the club every night,” I told Juaquin as I climbed into the passenger seat of his Hummer.
“No, you’re right. I can’t, but we’ll talk more about that later. Right now I just want to enjoy finally having you all to myself.” He started to close the door on my side but stopped and pointed to the hem of my lacy sweater. “Tassels” he cautioned, and I pulled the knotted strings on the end of my sweater out of the way. He smiled a quick flash of his teeth that sparkled all the way to his amber eyes. My heart trembled, and I was still experiencing aftershocks when he folded into the driver’s seat. He fastened his seat belt and fired up the engine. Cannibal Corpse roared out of the Monsoon speaker system practically blasting my hair backward. “Sorry,” he apologized with a wry grin and cranked the sound down.
“No worries. I listen to my music loud when I drive my Lamborghini, too.”
“I thought your car was a Ford Fusion.”
“It is. On the outside.” I smiled. I had been smiling most of the day anticipating seeing him after I was done at the club. “But she’s a 691-horse power 2017 Lamborghini Aventador under the hood.”
“You like sports cars then?” His grinned widened. “I didn’t know that about you.”
“Not particularly. I just don’t think my car should be judged by what she appears to be on the outside.”
“Ah, I see. You’re idealistic.” He threw an arm over the back of my seat to pull out. “A beautiful dreamer.” He stroked the back of his hand across my cheek before he shifted into drive again. “You look gorgeous with your hair down, mamasota.”
“Thank you.” Goosebumps on my arms from his touch, I turned the direction of the a/c vents away and settled into the plush leather seats before I glanced at him again. He was staring. He hadn’t yet stepped on the gas to get us out of the Sexxy Club’s employee parking lot. “What?” I asked when he continued to study me without saying a word.
“I like having you in my vehicle.”
“Why is that?” My smile grew. “Is it a serious thing like a biker asking a girl to ride on his motorcycle? Am I inducted into a club or something?”
“No, nothing like that.” His gaze grew in intensity. “Not unless it’s a club of one. Never had a woman in that seat except my mother or my abuelita.” He looked away, stepping on the gas and steering us toward the gated exit.
Holy shit, I thought, but didn’t say it. I liked the idea that I was the only one. “How is your abuelita doing? Does she have residual weakness from her stroke?”
“Sí. She’s still in the wheel chair, but she gets stronger every day.” He frowned as he pulled onto the main road. “It’s my father I worry about.”
“Is he having more problems with his heart?”
“Not that he lets on. But he hasn’t slowed down at work and he doesn’t comply with the doctor’s orders.”
“Stubborn like you, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He reached for my hand at the stoplight glancing at me briefly before it turned green. “I almost forget sometimes how much you know about my family.”
“We’ve known each other a long time.”
“In a lot of ways, sure. In others, not really.” His grip tightened on the wheel as he turned onto the road I knew led to his hotel. We had agreed earlier that we were going to his place not mine. He glanced again at me, the neon lights of the strip glittering colorfully in his eyes. “Are you sure about this, Reina? If your brother…”
“I don’t want to think about my brother while I’m with you.” I covered our joined hands with
my free one before he could pull away. I lifted his hand to my lips while he watched. I brushed a kiss on his knuckles like he had done to mine at the Tropicana pool. Then I ran my tongue over the spot where I had pressed my mouth and blew a warm gust of breath across it. “I’m very sure,” I told him, my voice a little husky. “Let’s not talk about changing our minds, either. Tonight’s about going forward.” He glanced at me sharply. He had an odd look on his face.
“What’s that look for?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head.
“Nothing you want to talk about, you mean.”
“I said something similar to someone else is all.”
“Alright,” I allowed, deciding based on the way he was acting that maybe I didn’t want to know who that someone was. Raven from Rock Fuck Club perhaps. “Moving forward,” I stated determinedly. “You made me some lofty promises earlier. Are you sure you can deliver?”
“Hell yeah, I can deliver. All you need to do is sit back and relax, my queen. You’ve got the easiest job in the world tonight.”
* * *
King
We agreed that we would go to my hotel. But I was still a little worried as I put the key in the lock and steered her inside with my hand resting on the curve of her lower back. Jorge hadn’t been exactly thrilled about being kicked out, especially knowing it was her he was getting booted for. I didn’t give a flying fuck that he didn’t approve of my fascination, only that he had kept quiet about it.
I pulled in a breath laden with her heady scent and set those concerns aside. My goddess was here. I was going to enjoy her, every single beautiful lush inch.
“Can I take your sweater for you?” I asked. It was a gossamer thing that taunted rather than truly concealed, like the things she wore on stage. Like the tempting glimpses I had gotten of her sweet heart through her sassy façade.
“Sure,” she replied, and I moved behind her, slowly sliding it from her shoulders. I tossed it on one of the chairs. “Mmm.” She leaned her head back into me as I lightly skimmed the pads of my fingertips over her silky skin. Brushing her hair aside, I pressed a lingering kiss into the hollow between her neck and shoulder. I felt the resulting shiver that ran from her.
“Last night with you was amazing, but right now I’m of a mind to take it real slow. Is that ok with you?” I glided a whisper caress down her arm, captured her hand and gently tugged her down the hall toward the bedroom.
“Yes, that would be fine.” She cleared her throat. “But why are you asking? I thought you would be telling.” She stepped back. “I’m a Latino male.” She lowered her voice to mimic me. “I’m in charge in the bedroom.” She threw her arm wide then dipped it to punctuate her statement like I often did. Then she grinned and batted her lashes at me.
“Picosa, you’ll pay for that.” I growled and walked her backward while she giggled. I fucking loved the sound of her laughter. That I had caused it. That it was like this between us. Hot, fast and furious the other night. A light teasing buildup now. Her back hit the wall ending her retreat. I captured both her hands, lifted them over her head and moved into her space, pressing my body into hers. She licked her lips. My gaze dropped to them. “Mi reina,” I breathed. “I’m very much in charge, but that doesn’t mean I have no concern for what you want. Quite the opposite. I made some promises to you that I am looking forward to fulfilling. Before this night is through you will beg me for many things, and I will most certainly give them to you. Your wishes, my desires. Sí?”
Her eyes becoming glassy, she nodded. Had no one treated her the way she deserved to be treated? I didn’t pursue that thread of thinking further. The answer was irrelevant. After I was through with her she wouldn’t accept anyone else.
“You like when I’m in control.” My words were a statement. I could read the signs with her, the licked lips, her dilated pupils, her lowered lids, the way her nipples scored my chest, the way she had her body molded to mine right now. My cock swelled. She felt it. She didn’t shy away. She rolled her hips over me and moaned. The sound had an immediate effect on my cock. It lengthened. I rocked it into her to let her know. I lowered my head and took her mouth hard. I forced my tongue between her lips. I speared it deep. Again. Again. And again. Matching it to the thrust and grind of my hips. Until she was moaning in time. Then I ripped my mouth from hers and pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded. Her lips were wet and swollen, her dark hair a tumbled curtain around her shoulders. Her bountiful tits rose and fell with her shortened breaths.
Ay, Dios mío. I could come just from looking at her.
I lowered her hands, released them and took a step back.
“Juaquin?” She blinked her glazed eyes into focus.
I was going to have to have superpowers to slow this down when every instinct inside roared for me to rip that tiny camisole top and micro shorts from her body, throw her on the bed and sink my cock inside her.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.” I ran my hand through my hair. “The way you taste. The way you respond to me. The way you look right now.” I drew my shirt over my head and eliminated the space I had only just granted her. My fingers diving into her hair, I got her head at the angle I wanted it and went back in for a second round, and she was with me all the way. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she grabbed fistfuls of my hair like she had done the other night and tugged. I growled like a beast and fucked her mouth with my tongue. Did she back down? Did she withdraw? Hell, no. She took everything I gave her and gave it right back to me. Bruising kiss to bruising kiss. Sucking hard on my tongue. Her fingernails digging into my skin as she clawed at my shoulders.
“King,” she groaned when I ripped my mouth from hers and started raining fiery kisses down the column of her arched neck. “Please. Please not slow. I’m begging you.”
I grinned into her skin. Then I bit down moderately hard.
She moaned like I had set her panties on fire and immediately moved her hands to my chest pushing at me with the flat of her palms.
“My wish…” She trailed off, sounding like she had just finished a sprint and looking like she had just weathered a hurricane. My hands had certainly done a number on her hair.
“Fast and dirty,” I filled in, lust rising in me as hard as I wanted to take her.
She didn’t answer me with words. She whipped her camisole off and removed her shorts just as quickly.
My mouth went totally and completely dry looking at her. Naked but for her high heels, standing in the middle of my bedroom. Mine for the taking.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
I gave her a look, a hot long smoldering one while I removed my shorts and boxers. I kicked them aside along with my shoes never once breaking eye contact with her. She remained in that glorious pose. Chin high. Gaze a little dazed and a lot wild. Hands on her hips. A goddess. My goddess.
“Get on the bed!” I barked the order, and she scurried to obey. Sheathing my hard as fuck cock, I stalked her, caught her by the ankles and yanked her flat onto her stomach. The bed dipped with my weight as I grabbed and flipped her over. I spread her wide, she looked so dirty-sexy with those heels on, and she reached for me wrapping her greedy little fingers around my cock. I groaned when she brought me straight to her pussy, and she sighed when the head of my cock nudged her. I turned that sigh into a long deep moan of satisfaction for her and a groan for me when I stroked all the way inside her.
“King, oh King,” she chanted when I began to move. Deep so deep, then shallow, teasingly shallow, sliding through her slick heat the way I could tell she liked. She moved with me, her eyes drifting closed and her hips lifting to meet each thrust. I grabbed her ass and lifted her to deepen the penetration. She burrowed her fingers beneath mine, pricking my skin with her nails. I loved it. Loved her wild. Loved…I hammered into her harder showing her how much she pleased me. Her tits bouncing, my balls tensed as she tightened around me, her cunt beginning to rhythmically grip me.
“I can’t… Uh, I want… Oh Juaquin… You are so good.” Her words, her wetness, her heat, her flushed body, every cue told me what I already knew. So I gave her what she needed, a little grind for additional friction on her swollen clit, a sharp slap on her ass for a surprise and she climaxed around me, taking me over the edge with her, taking me to a place I had never been before, a place from which I knew there would be no return.
Chapter Sixteen
Miriam
He let me shower to clean up first, but he watched me as he brushed his teeth, and my hands shook unsteadily. The bath gel slipped through my soapy fingers each time his reflected gaze met my own in the mirror.
“You done?” He arched a reflected brow before spinning around, crossing his sculpted arms over his sigh worthy chest and giving me another dose of his straight up arrogance. “I mean I can come in with you to help out if you want.” The brow cranked up higher and so did the sparkle in his gaze. “You seem to be having some difficulty holding onto the soap. I can give you something bigger to hold onto.” I smiled and beckoned him into the glass enclosure with a crook of my finger. He whipped the towel from his hips and dropped it before he yanked open the door and stepped inside. His eye contact telegraphing his intensity, he plunged his hand into my hair nearly dislodging the elastic I had used to tie it to keep it from getting wet. He fastened his mouth to my stunned one and sipped droplets of water from my lips while I palmed his tight ass, transmitting urgency every bit as intense as his.
“Miriam, mi picosa, you make me crazy.” Breathing hard, his cock even harder between us, he grabbed another bottle of bath gel from the ledge and squirted it into his hands lathering them. “I’ve been dreaming about doing something like this since I saw your tits at the club.” He engulfed my breasts in his large soapy hands.
“I already did them,” I said huskily.
“I know,” he returned while massaging, shaping and learning my curves. He lifted his gaze, his lips slowly curving into a sensual smile. “I saw you. Thus the state you had me in even before I joined you in the shower.”
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