“That’s a very sweet story.” Her expression is happy; seeing her take in something as simple as this cluster of fruit trees after dismounting my horse—hearing my story—is adorable. The sweetest treat after her pussy. “But what about when the fruit isn’t in season?”
“I have a few distributors for those occasions.”
“It’s sexy how you’ve covered all your bases, Alejandro. Always going above and beyond.”
“The Lucas men are known to be possessive and equally giving.”
“How giving?” she says while turning her face in my direction, the pink on her cheeks coming from more than just the sun exposure today. It’s innocent curiosity. It’s need and hunger.
“Bend over and you’ll find out.”
“Christ.” Now her voice is low and breathy—sinful as I bite the soft skin of her chin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to feel me. “You…I…oh, God!”
“Let me show you.” It comes out gritty and hungry, the length of my cock pressed against the small of her back. “Come with me.”
“Anywhere.”
“Right answer.” Taking her small hand in my larger one, I walk past her and pull us deeper into the pasture. My eyes shift to look at her as I follow a familiar path, wondering what she’s thinking. If she’ll forgive me one day for what I’ll do to the men she calls family.
My feelings for her will not deter me from slitting her grandfather’s throat when the day comes, but I will consider her feelings. I’ll console her. I’ll earn her forgiveness.
But two things are certain:
They will die. She is mine.
“Shit!” Solimar suddenly trips on fallen fruit and stumbles into me, clutching my shirt to keep upright. My grip on her hand tightens as I turn, yanking her to me as I help her stay upright. She gasps as our eyes meet, lip caught between her teeth.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?” Gripping her hips, I lower my face to hers. “Because you seem out of breath and shaking.” And she was. The second my fingers take hold and pull her against my chest, those striking grey eyes become heavy-lidded. “Be honest. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“You’re going to destroy me.”
“And then I’ll put you back together again.” My mouth slants over hers in a quick yet harsh kiss before she can question or rationalize my statement. I taste her desire for me in each moan, in the way she immediately tries to wrap herself around me, but I have more to show her and slow us down to a few soft pecks. Almost. I lay my forehead against hers. “I’ll do everything in my power to always fix us.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t see myself without you in my life.” Solimar’s lips part to respond, but before she can, I put a tiny bit of distance between us. Her hand is in mine, all soft and delicate, and I kiss the palm before moving us toward the final destination and past the wall of trees that separates one plantation from the next. A few steps from where we stand side by side, the pasture opens into two separate crop areas and with a different product in each. To the left are poppies, rows upon rows of my strand of flower—the line I produced after twining three different seedlings from contrasting countries and climates.
It’s why it’s so popular. Stronger than what others grow in my market.
“Thank you for showing me this part of you.” Solimar’s awed voice pulls my attention down to her as she takes in my experimentation crops. She’s facing me now and her arms come around my neck, fingertips playing with the hair at the nape. My little flower is completely unaware of my final surprise just a few feet from us. “I appreciate your honesty and willingness to not play a fictitious role.”
“I’m not hiding who I am from you, Preciosa. Everything they say about me is true.” Lowering my face to hers, I run my nose down her cheek and pause at the corner of her mouth. “I’m a killer. A criminal.”
“You’re so much more than that.” The late afternoon sky is beginning to give way into the evening, and it’s a little cooler now. The blue over the horizon is a bit more pronounced and the wind around us is picking up, dancing over every leaf and flower, and yet, nothing stands out more than the beautiful grey of her eyes. They shine with emotion and lust; two gems beckoning me closer. “I see you, Mr. Lucas. All of you.”
“I’m not a good man, Solimar.” Gripping her hips, I walk us back a few steps. Right to the edge of each plantation where my two worlds—family and business—come within a few feet of each other. The good and bad. The illicit and legal.
On one side is my mother’s fruit trees and on the other drugs, and yet, the middle is neutral. It’s where I plan to make her mine.
Out in the open. Where I’m at home.
Because I’m a man of the land and have always been.
“Nobody is perfect.”
“No. Nobody is,” I agree and bring both hands up to cup her cheeks. So soft and warm. So mine. “But this life isn’t for everyone, Sol.”
Her brows furrow and lips purse. “Are you trying to dissuade me from wanting you?”
“I’m not letting you go.”
“I’d never give you a chance to—” I don’t let her finish. My lips cover hers and I taste her desire for me, revel in the way she moans into my mouth and the goose bumps that rise across her flesh. There’s no hesitation or asking questions as I walk us toward a large tree that shades the earth between the two pastures.
On one side is a symbol of my family, and on the other the kingpin she craves.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I groan, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and pressing down. She hisses but doesn’t complain, the fire in her eyes a challenge for more.
Another detail I never got the chance to show her, but I remedy it now as I stop us just as her foot meets the soft blanket on the ground. Then I’m placing soft pecks down to her chin before turning her around. There’s a soft gasp that escapes at the sight laid before her; a picnic for us and our names carved into the wooden trunk of the large oak where the basket with our snack and a few pillows sit against it.
“This is beautiful.”
“Nothing is enough for you…” skimming my hands down her arms, I entwine my fingers with hers while my lips hover at her temple “…but I’m going to spend the rest of my life laying the world at your feet.”
“Alejandro, I—”
“Turn around, Preciosa.” Sol does as I ask, only letting go of my hands long enough to face me. Grey orbs meet mine and in them, there’s anxiousness and desire—hunger. There’s also need and an emotion that both grips my heart in a painful squeeze and causes a shiver to rush down my spine. I untwine our fingers and cup her face with both hands, tilting her face up to mine. A little closer. Lips brushing. “I love you, Miss Quintero. I’m owned by you.”
It’s my truth. She’s come into my life and rocked the very throne I sit upon. This between us is fast and all-consuming, but also comes with a set of complications we can’t ignore.
I will kill her father, and she will wear my ring.
Solimar’s knees weaken and tears gather at the corner of her eyes. “I love you too, Mr. Lucas. Since before I ever had the right to.”
“At the club.”
She shakes her head, a delicate blush spreading across her cheeks. “Since the day I stumbled upon a picture of you in a bathtub and watched the adjoining interview. You stole my heart with that first cocky smirk.”
Christ.
That was...
“You naughty little thing.” That interview in question was a little after I took over Don Andres’s business dealings. She had to have been no more than fifteen or sixteen and rebelling—
“I’ve never been able to help myself where you’re concerned. You’re worth it to me.”
“And I’m going to marry you one day.” It’s all I manage to growl out before slanting my mouth over hers. This kiss is heated and near desperate as I undo the top three buttons of her top. My fingers skim over every in
ch that becomes exposed, following the swell of her chest and then lower where I grip the material in my impatience and rip the rest off; the tiny white fasteners scatter on either side of us. “Right here on this land, Solimar. Just like I’m making you mine today, I plan on binding us in front of God and the citizens of this country soon.”
“I’ll proudly walk to you wearing white,” she moans, fumbling with the buckle of my pants, hand trembling as it opens. I stop my exploration and watch her, take in the nervousness and then how her pupils dilate when she realizes I’m not wearing underwear beneath my jeans. There’s a low whisper of so hot and oh God as the head greets the cooling air and her fingertips.
I don’t think she’s aware of the soft caress or the raw hunger in her expression.
“Your place is beside me, Solimar.”
Her gaze snaps up to mine and her expression softens. “It’s all I want. To be with you.”
“And you will be.” Taking her hand from my pants, I bring it up to my mouth and kiss the palms. “Always.”
“Promise?”
“In this life and the next.” Gripping her hip, I lower us to the blanket below and skim my lips down her throat. “I’ll always be near, Preciosa. Nothing could keep me away from you.”
“Alejandro.” It’s a keening sound: happy and needy.
“Just feel me.” Nipping her collarbone, I follow the path down the center of her chest. I’m leaving behind tiny bites—the perfect indentation of my teeth that I’ll use as a guide after to love her flesh with kisses. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her nipples pebble against the lace fabric of her bra.
One hard pull and the clasp breaks, tits spilling out.
“I need you,” she hisses from between clenched teeth, eyes rolling back and writhing beneath me. Her hips lift and thighs spread to welcome my hips. “All of you.”
She’s fire and love.
She’s mine to protect and fuck.
The open shirt and tattered bra come off in a few swift tugs, flying behind me and onto the grass. Her upper body is flawless; perky breasts and smooth skin with a few tiny freckles leading me toward the waist of her jeans.
I undo them and then lower the zipper with my teeth. “I’m yours.” Delicious shivers rush through her as my fingertips roam her exposed skin and then dip lower, caressing the thin material of her panties as I sit back to admire. “Only yours.”
“Mine.” Solimar counters my confession. The possessiveness in her tone creates a heady feeling—a throbbing animal which before only hungered for blood. At this moment, looking up at me with only her jeans covering her innocence, I’m her prey. Her only desire.
“Motherfuck,” I grit out, shaking as Solimar bites that luscious bottom lip, and my fingers dig into her denim-covered hips. My grip is tight and I’m breathing hard. I’m throbbing for her and dripping pearl-like beads on to her pants. “Say it again.”
Heat flashes across her gaze as it drops to my cock and back to me. “I love you, Alejandro.”
“My Preciosa.” There’s nothing gentle in the way I yank her bottoms off. Nor am I civilized when I lower my head and rub my nose down her covered slit. She’s wet. Her arousal soaks through the thin fabric, coating her inner thighs that glisten for me.
I turn my head and lick a path from thigh to juncture, slipping my tongue just beneath her panties.
“Oh God...please...don’t stop.”
“Motherfuck.” Eyes snapping closed, I inhale deeply and count to ten. Then twenty. This is her first time and while the pain is inevitable, I’ll do what I can to prepare her for my size and girth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“And I need you to lose your clothes.”
I nip her mound. “In a rush?”
“I’m desperate to feel you.”
“Patience, beautiful.” But I do lose my plain white T-shirt and toe-off my boots and socks, tossing both aside. My pants stay loose around my hips as I resettle with my lips over her pussy; taking her sweet scent deep into my lungs. “I’m in no rush.”
Her body trembles.
Her hips lift in invitation.
“Don’t be mean, Papi.” Another gyration, and I’m quick to nuzzle her. I love her calling me that. “You’ve been teasing me all day and I’ve been patient.”
“You have been a good girl, haven’t you?”
“The best.”
“Then pull your panties aside and show me that pretty little pussy.” Solimar brings her hand over her mound and pauses. She’s nervous, but the look in her eye is anticipation mixed with lust. Excitement. “Give me what’s mine, Preciosa.”
She pulls the thin material aside. “I’ve always been yours.”
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THOSE FOUR WORDS fill me with peace, but it’s the sight of her bare pussy that causes me to snap. My mouth waters. My cock gives a hard jerk.
“Christ, Preciosa.” I lick her from slit to clit; one long pass with the flat of my tongue and a groan rumbles in my chest. She’s sweet and decadent—the literal incarnation of pleasure—and I bury my face between her thighs.
I’m obsessed. My hunger is uncontrollable.
“Fuck,” I growl, dipping my tongue in her entrance as another rush of wetness seeps out. Her taste robs me of my senses as I catch each drop before parting her labia and reaching the throbbing bundle of nerves.
Her hips lift and back arches as I flick it with the tip of my tongue. Her hands fist the blanket when I scrape my teeth over it.
“So good. Need—”
“Me. Only ever me.” My cock throbs—hurts, but I keep my focus on her. Every swipe of my tongue over her swollen pussy is sweeter than the last.
“Don’t stop.” It’s a plea. A cry of total surrender. “I’m so close.”
“You need to come?” I slip a finger inside to the first knuckle, in and out, and her opening clenches. Tries to pull me in deeper. “Tell me.”
“Please,” she whispers, body flushed and chest heaving as Solimar holds my stare. “Please make me come.”
Fuck she’s beautiful.
Laying like this, wanton and free with my land surrounding us, she takes my breath away.
This is her at her most natural. No titles or propriety. No one directing her actions.
Just her. Just a woman enjoying a simple pleasure.
Solimar, my beautiful little flower.
I pull my finger out and give her clit two quick slaps. “So pretty and swollen. Wet for me.”
“Alejandro, I...” Her words die as I lower my jeans past my ass and kick them off. My hand lazily works my cock, fist tight and wet with her juices.
We’re out in the open with nature surrounding us and my dirt just a few layers beneath our bodies. Seeing—having her like this on my land is what I’ve been missing all these years while I lived in chosen solitude. She’s what I’ve needed without knowing. She’s my home and sanctuary.
“I want to hear you scream my name.” With my other hand, I rub her, running my fingers up and down her slit. “Can you do that for me?”
I’m keeping her close.
Want her tears and cries of frustration.
“Yes,” she hisses when I slide the blunt of my cock up her slit to nuzzle her clit.
“God, little flower.” Motherfuck, she’s slick. Her wetness coats me, marks me. “My Sol.”
“Yours.” Flexing my hips, I slip just the head inside her tight opening and pull out. And then again. Solimar throws her head back and lifts her hips to pull me in deeper. Bad girl. My response is a smack to her bundle of nerves with my cock.
Her body seizes, breath caught in her throat. She’s on the precipice, eyes squeezed shut and that won’t do.
Another two slaps and her lips part, a stuttered breath escaping.
“Look at me.” They snap open and lock on mine, drunk on pleasure and full of want. “I love you.”
That’s all she needed as her orgasm slams into her—shaking us both as she writhes beneath me. “Alejandro, make me your
s. I—”
“You are mine and I am yours.” At my words a keening whimper escapes her, fingers digging into my biceps as I slam in to the hilt. “Fuck, baby,” I grit out, fighting every cell in my body that demands I move. She’s tight; a motherfucking vice grip, and as much as I want to fuck her like a wild beast, I hold back.
Solimar’s my priority, and I focus on soothing her pain as she adjusts to my size. Grey eyes look at me with both wonder and pain, with happiness and love.
“I’m sorry, Preciosa.” Gently, I skim my hands down her body while kissing her lips. It’s unhurried and languid; we’re sharing the same breath as the rigidness gives way to a needy state.
The more I stroke my tongue with hers she calms, keeping me in place as she wraps her long legs around my waist. I slip deeper inside and she sucks in a breath, experimenting with the small gyration of her hips beneath me.
I close my eyes and exhale roughly at her unhurried movements, pulling me a quarter of the way out and then back in. She’s using me for her first taste of pleasure, taking control, and I wait patiently for her to adjust.
Sweat beads at my brow, the drops rolling down the side of my face as my stomach muscles clench and cock flexes within her heat. My entire body burns from holding back.
“I’m not.” A warm hand suddenly cups my chin, and I open my eyes to meet her stare. Her expression is sweet and happy as a few tears fall. I’m quick to wipe them away. “I’ll never deny that it hurts, but you’re worth the pain, Alejandro. You’ve always been it for me.”
“And you’ve become my world. What tethers me to this life.” My truth makes her clench, shift her pelvis, and the tiny hiss that escapes isn’t of pain. No. This sound holds a hint of pleasure, the same tantalizing cry of rapture from last night and today when I licked her little clit.
“I’m yours.” She gyrates again, her face contorting as my pelvis rubs against her sensitive clit. “Please.”
“Stay with—”
“Oh, God...I need you to...” Sol pulls me in deeper with the heels of her feet on my lower back, forcing me closer. To bottom out once again. “I need you to move.”
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