by Claire Adams
She used her hand to stroke me as she bobbed her head up and down on me and then she nearly sent me through the roof when she reached underneath my thigh with the other hand. I automatically lifted up and she took my balls between her fingers and began massaging them as she licked and sucked.
I had my head back and my eyes almost closed and I could feel an orgasm already beginning to build in my toes when suddenly she let my cock pop out of her wet mouth and said,
“Okay, ready for another hand?”
“Not even.” I stood up, nudging her back with my legs as I did. Then I reached down and brought her to her feet. She rose on her toes and let her nipples brush against my chest as she pressed her lips to my ear and said,
“So what was it you wanted to do?”
I claimed her mouth without warning. I shoved my tongue in between her lips and kissed her hard, letting my hands slide down her back until they rested on the smooth, tight cheeks of her ass. I grabbed two handfuls and squeezed. I felt her kiss me back as hard as I was kissing her. Our tongues slid alongside each other and over each other, and I kept trying to go deeper wanting mine in the back of her throat.
I put my hands up on those gorgeous breasts and began to pinch and pull and tease. When I finally let her pull out of the kiss, she was gasping and panting, her cheeks bright red and her lips swollen. She’s so fucking sexy. “I want to fuck that mouth,” I told her.
I noticed her color darkened. She wasn’t comfortable talking about sex yet, but we could work on that. She nodded, still panting. I picked her up under the arms and sat her on the table on top of the cards, and then I took a handful of her hair and guided her mouth down on my anxious cock. She sucked it in again, not wasting any time taking it all the way back into her throat.
I grabbed another handful of hair so I had a grip on each side of her head and slid my rock-hard shaft in further and then pulled back. I slid it in deeper and then pulled back. I began to move faster, in and out as she sucked harder and faster and even gagged every now and then. She had her hands on my hips and she wasn’t pushing me away, so I kept going.
The shaft of my cock was so wet from her mouth that she was practically drooling. I was watching her breasts bounce up and down as I fucked her. My balls felt like they were going to blow up. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. She had me on the verge of losing my mind, especially when I looked down and saw she had moved her fingers between her legs.
“Fuck, Emma!” I pulled back quickly and came as I did. She kept one hand on my shaft and while her fingers worked on her clit between her legs, she continued to stroke me as I came on her chin, her neck, and down the front of her across those sexy breasts.
My legs were shaking and barely holding me up when I finished, but I got her down from the table and said, “Go lay on the bed, baby. I want to watch you.”
She hesitated and I thought she was going to refuse, but then I saw her run the fingers of the other hand across her chest and then bring them up and lightly brush my come across her full lips. Her tongue came out and she licked it off, and then with a sexy look she headed for the bed. I followed her and waited for her to lie down on the bed and spread those sexy thighs. I sat down near the foot of the bed and watched as one of her hands rested against the sticky fluid on her chest and the other went back down between her legs.
I had a front row seat to the sexiest show I’d ever watched as she rubbed and tugged and pulled on her nipples with one hand and toyed with her swollen clit with the other. She was so into it and it was so hot, my eyes didn’t know what to look at. They were bouncing around in my head like a pinball and even though I’d just had a massive orgasm, my cock twitched as I watched two of her fingers disappear into that sweet, wet pussy.
My own fingers begged me to push hers out of the way and take over, but the show was too good to interrupt. I heard her breathing becoming more ragged and she arched her back up off the bed. Her stomach muscles were clenched tight and a bead of sweat trickled slowly down between her breasts. I wanted to lick it off.
I watched her body stiffen, convulse and finally relax as she came and only then did I touch her. I scooped her up into my arms and held her against my chest. The topic of where she planned on living once we found Gabriel had yet to come up, but I knew where I wanted to be…and that was wherever she was.
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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. By the time I pulled my eyes, open Emma had reached over and picked the phone up off the nightstand. I saw her glance at it as she handed it to me. I looked at the face and saw that it was Delia. Shit. I should have told Emma about her. I took the phone and pressed answer. “Hello?”
“Nicholas….” I waited, but she didn’t say anything else. Finally, I said,
“Are you okay, Delia?”
I heard her let out a breath. “Yes…no, I don’t know. I haven’t cancelled anything; nobody knows the wedding is off. I woke up this morning wondering if I’d been too hasty. I’m not usually such a hateful, jealous woman.”
“You weren’t being hateful,” I told her. Looking at Emma then who was now sitting up next to me against the headboard, I said, “And, you had every right to be jealous.”
Again, I heard her sigh. “Did I have reason to be, Nick? Are you in love with this woman?”
I hated doing this. I especially hated doing it on the phone. “Yes, I am. I’m sorry, Delia.”
I heard her sob. My heart was breaking. I’d never been a player. I was a serial monogamist, but not a player. “Why didn’t you just tell me that before you left?” I looked at Emma again and I thought about Gabriel and how badly I wanted us to find him and be a family. I’d already started spinning that fantasy in my head.
“I didn’t know then, I promise you. I only meant to help. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Well, you did. You hurt me, and now I get to also be the humiliated one that tells everyone the wedding is off.”
“Tell them it was you, Delia. Tell them you called it off.”
She was sobbing even harder. “It doesn’t matter. They’ll all see you eventually with your princess and they’ll know. I’ll never be able to show my face in Las Vegas again.” It suddenly dawned on me that she was more hurt by that than she was my leaving. It didn’t absolve me of all my guilty feelings, but it at least eased them a bit.
“I should go now, Delia. I really am sorry.” She disconnected the call without saying anything else. Emma was still looking at me, waiting patiently for an explanation. I sighed and said, “I was engaged.”
“Oh.”
“It was a year after you left, and I was still devastated. My friend introduced me to this woman, and I convinced myself that I was in love with her and her with me.”
“It’s okay, Nicholas. I left you.”
“It’s not okay,” I said. “I mean, I should have told you before we slept together. I should have told her how much you still meant to me.”
She reached for my hand and I gave it to her. I felt her squeeze it as she said, “Ultimately, this is all my fault. Poor little princess wanted to run away and have a ‘normal’ life, and in the process, she ruined everyone else’s that she met…”
I put a finger over her lips to stop her and then bent down and replaced it with my mouth. We shared a long, passionate kiss and when we came up for air I said,
“I love you, Emma, and I love Ariana Madrigal, too.”
She smiled. “I love you, Nicholas.”
“Good,” I told her, “Let’s go find our son.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
NICHOLAS
Emma and I waited in the back of the black car with the tinted windows for hours. Just about the time we were both ready to give up on her brother showing up, she said,
“There he is! It’s Viktor.”
I looked where she was pointing. A lanky kid ambled across the street. At least, I assumed he was a kid. He had on a straw hat and a pair of mirrored sunglasses. He was dressed in a whi
te t-shirt that said, “Dead Head” in black lettering across the front of it and a beat-up pair of Levi’s with black boots. It was hard to tell anything about what he really looked like.
“How do you know that’s him?”
“The way he walks, and that shirt. That shirt drives Mother crazy. He has to hide it when he takes it off or she’d have the staff throw it away. He loves that shirt!” She was excited. I hoped that this went the way she was hoping it would not only so we could find Gabriel, but because her brother seemed to be the last person she had in her family that she still really cared for or trusted.
I reached for the ball cap my security team had given me and put it on my head. I handed her the other one. She twisted her hair up underneath it and put on her own pair of sunglasses. “How do I look?”
I smiled and kissed her softly. “Gorgeous, as always. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
I tapped on the glass and told the driver we were ready to get out. He got out and held his hand over his gun while he stood at the door and waited for us to step out. He walked with us across the street to the flower shop, but waited outside while we went in. There was only one other person in the shop besides the cute, little teenager behind the counter and Viktor. It was an elderly lady and she was browsing through garden signs and supplies. Viktor was leaning into the counter and talking to the girl while she worked.
When she looked up and saw us approaching, Viktor turned to look as well. Emma smiled and slid her glasses down her nose.
“Ariana?”
She nodded. I looked at the girl behind the counter. She was watching the exchange with wide eyes. I wished that Emma would have waited until she was out of earshot of the girl to reveal herself. I didn’t trust anyone these days, not even little girls. “What are you doing here? They’re all looking for you…again.”
“I know, Viktor, I’m sorry. I don’t really have time to explain today, but I will, I promise. Right now, I need a really big favor.”
“Okay…what’s the favor?”
“I need you to see if you can find out where my son is.”
He looked puzzled. “What do you mean where he is?”
“Miguel sent him away. I haven’t seen him in almost two weeks.”
“I don’t understand, but I guess it makes sense now why you didn’t visit him.”
“Why I didn’t visit him? Viktor what are you talking about?”
“Ariana, Gabriel has been in the palace nursery for at least two weeks.”
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It had been an hour since we left Viktor and Emma still looked like she was in shock. I didn’t blame her. She just found out that our baby had been at the palace this entire time. That meant both of her parents had to know that Miguel was keeping him from her and doing nothing about it.
I’d love to know what Miguel Esparza had on these people. There is more to all of this than even Emma knows, I’m sure. I just can’t wrap my head around what kind of parents condone a man keeping a mother, their own flesh and blood, from her child.
Emma had to be aching inside and I was even more determined to bring these people to their knees. While she was absorbing the information we’d just gotten, I called my head of security.
“Brandon, we just found out that the baby is at the palace.”
“Shit. That’s a game changer.”
“I know. What are our options?”
Instead of answering that question, he asked, “She can’t do anything legally?”
“Miguel’s name is on the birth certificate, so she might be able to get into see him legally but they’re not going to let her walk out with him. I will start the paperwork to dispute the baby’s paternity as soon as I can, but Miguel Esparza is not going to just stand idly by while all of this goes on. I’m worried about Emma’s safety.”
“The pilot has already filed our flight plan, so I’m on my way. Does Emma have any tips on how we can get inside? We won’t be able to get a copy of a floor plan of the palace the way we did the villa.”
“According to Emma and her brother, there’s an elaborate system of tunnels underneath the palace. I guess they go back to the renaissance days so I’m not sure how stable they are, but her brother still uses them.”
“Perfect, are they guarded?” I put my hand over the phone and asked Emma,
“Are the tunnels under guard?”
She shook her head. “They weren’t when I escaped through them, but now I’m not sure. The entrance to the tunnels is through a closet in one of the guest bedrooms and the exit is a couple miles outside of town. But, the room across from the entrance is heavily guarded…that’s my sister’s room.”
I wished that we had plans for those tunnels; it would make everything so much easier. “Emma, how did you escape the palace in the first place?”
“There was a party going on with a lot of important people, everyone was distracted. One of my maids stood in for me and a member of the royal guard, Luca…” she smiled, “he led me through the tunnels and put me in a boat. He knows the tunnels!”
“Does he still work at the palace?”
She nodded excitedly. “I saw him at my sister’s birthday ball. I tried not to make eye-contact with him because obviously, they’ve never figured out it was him that helped me. See, Nicholas, it’s one more reason for me to get back into the palace. I can be with our son and make sure he’s safe, and I can find out what Luca knows about the tunnels.”
The thought of her going back there made me sick to my stomach, but I was finally coming around to the realization that she was right. It was going to be the only way for us to get into that palace and get Gabriel without ending up in a Spanish prison – or dead.
“If you go in, you take a gun.”
“I don’t know how to use a gun.”
“I’ll show you.”
“Fine, but show me today, because one more day without my son is as much as I’m going to agree to.”
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I left the guards at the cabin and after Emma packed us a lunch, we drove as far up onto the mountain as the car could take us. I brought two handguns, an M&P .22 Compact Rimfire Pistol and a P250-22 Compact Rimfire Pistol. They were both a little smaller and lighter than the gun I carried and I thought they’d be easier for Emma to use and conceal. The idea of her getting caught with them scared me, but the idea of her getting caught without them terrified me even more.
I set up the targets on top of a row of stumps and then I marked off an area for her to stand. “You ready?”
“Yeah, just don’t get in front of me,” she said with a grin. “I don’t want to shoot you.”
“I don’t plan on standing in front of you,” I told her as I stepped around behind her and rested my arms along hers. Pressing my mouth to her ear I said, “I like it back here.”
I felt her rub her bottom against my crotch and it caused my cock to twitch. “Mm…you better stop that or this will turn into a lesson on how to shoot other things.”
She spun around in my arms with the gun at her side. She draped her free arm across the back of my neck and pulled herself up to my ear. “Maybe we could make the lessons more interesting.”
“I’m listening.”
“For each shot I make, you do one thing for me, exactly as I ask.”
“I can get on board with that. What happens when you miss a shot?”
“You tell me.”
“The possibilities are endless.” She giggled and slid back down to the balls of her feet.
“Okay then, let’s do this so we can get on with those possibilities.”
Reluctantly, I spun her back around and tried to ignore the fire she’d lit in the center of my core. As I held her against me, my cock wouldn’t be stilled. I ignored that, too – as much as I could – and I slid my hands down her arms. I brought them up straight and told her, “Hold onto the gun firmly with one hand and then cup that hand underneath with the other.”
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
“Those are your sights. Whatever you want to shoot should be lined up between those two red marks.”
“Those teeny, tiny little marks?”
I chuckled. “Yes, those are the ones. Once you get your sights aligned with your target, take this finger,” I slid mine along hers and told her. “Place the center of it on the trigger, but don’t apply any pressure yet. How does that feel?”
She shrugged and said, “Not very comfortable.”
“Comfort comes with time,” I told her. “Now once you have your sights lined up and are ready, we’re going to pull the trigger. Always make sure there’s nothing between you and the target that you don’t want to hit and be careful because as soon as you pull that trigger, there’s going to be a big jerk that will push your hands up and your body back. Plant your feet hard and put all of your weight on them, bend your knees a little that will keep you stable.”
She flexed her knees and I felt the muscles in her arms harden as she flexed those, too. “Okay.”
“Now, when you press the trigger, do it in one smooth motion; an abrupt pull will cause a lot more kick-back.” I could feel her arms shake slightly and had a vision of what her life would be like if she did end up killing Miguel. She has a big heart and I hated the idea of it hurting because she’d rid the world of a vermin…but I knew that was exactly the way it would happen. “Whenever you’re ready.”
She didn’t hesitate; she pulled the trigger. She didn’t stop until it was empty. I showed her how to put the safety on and then we walked together toward the targets. There were four cans and all four of them had been hit twice each. Emma let out a little whoop and said,
“I only missed once!”
“You’re a natural.”