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I huff. “There are plenty of reminders all over the house.”
“I never did like this house anyway.” My father sets his gun back in the holster. “I guess we better get this mess cleaned up before we have more trouble than we need. I'm going to go make a few calls to ensure we don't. You two should get out of here.”
He points to us before heading back in the house, stepping over the leftover pieces of my father-in-law the same way a person would be walking over a puddle of mud. His men follow after him.
Carlos sighs heavily, reminding me we aren’t out here alone. “As much as I hate to eat and run, I think it’s safe to say the party is over, and I have officially overstayed my welcome.”
He walks toward the untouched white cake that doesn't have a single bullet or drop of blood in it. It appears the exact same way it did when the baker brought it over. He scoops up a piece in his hand and shoves it in his mouth on his way out the back gate.
Gabriel laughs. “I guess somebody should get to enjoy that cake.”
I swipe a drop of blood from my brow and only Gabriel and I are left standing in the middle of broken flowers and shredded ribbon with an altar full of bullets that no one will ever be exchanging vows under again. We glance around us and erupt into a heap of laughter.
Gabriel stares down at my white tux covered in blood and he chuckles again. “I hope you didn't have your heart set on a white wedding.”
I shake my head. “White weddings are overrated.”
I crash my mouth to his, tasting metal on his lips. His fingers tug at my hair and I press my body against his, stepping over several lifeless guards lying on the floor. His hand slips into the front of my pants and I buck my hips forward seeking more friction. His kisses become desperate as he lifts my body off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
His movements are slow as he walks toward the altar, setting me over the floorboards. My body spreads out against the blood covered wood and he yanks down my pants, flipping me over to my stomach. I settle myself on my knees and spit falls in between my ass cheeks. His fingers slip inside and move in and out a few times. The burn from the rough intrusion has my dick straining harder against the deck.
A whine escapes my lips when they slip out of me. They weren't inside me for long. We don't have time to go slow and take our time, and I don't want to. I need him now–wanting it rough and ferocious. He lines his cock up with my pucker and my walls squeeze around his hardness as he pushes it inside. He fucks into me, rubbing his blood covered hands up and down my naked back. I'm digging my nails into the boards, arching back while his thrusts increase. His hand shoves my face down into the wood while he slams his hips forward. I couldn't think of a better way to end my wedding day.
Thirty-Six
Gabriel
It's messy, but so are our lives. Things between us are anything but traditional. I need him and I know he needs me just as much. I almost lost him again and the moment we were alone, I needed to be inside him. I was taking back what had been stolen from us. This moment on this altar belonged to me and him.
I thrust into him harder, earning me beautiful moans and whines. The harmony of a piano had nothing on the music we made together. I yank off his tie and bring his hands to his back, wrapping the white smooth material around his thin wrists. It was like silk touching silk. “So perfect. My precious princesa. My Mateo. My everything.”
“Mmph...oh, please. I need more. It's never enough.”
I plunge into him, loving the way his walls constrict around my cock. He is so warm and tight. I reach my hand around him, tugging on his hard, sensitive cock. I pull back the foreskin, running my fingers up and down his velvet layer. He shakes and thrashes underneath me. His skin runs hot beneath my hands. The muscles in his wrists strain against the tie, the white standing out against his tan skin. I bury myself deeper. Warmth sweeps up my stomach and my balls contract when my cum spills inside him.
His body trembles and convulses before he is spilling his own cum over the floorboards. “Oomph…” He goes limp, releasing a whimper when I pull out of him. I immediately bury my face between his cheeks, licking and sucking at his pucker, using my tongue to get him cleaned up. He tastes and smells like me, and it makes me want to fill him every day; so he can always remember who he belongs to. I continue lapping up every last drop. His cheeks are red from my hands grabbing at his fleshy globes as I fucked into him. It was a mixture of his flushed skin and left over blood. It was everywhere and the more lost in him I became, the less I noticed it.
Panting and spinning from my orgasm, stars blur my vision when I reach down to untie his wrists. I was sure not to touch or add any pressure to his neck in any way and had a moment of worry when I pressed his face against the wood from being caught up in the moment. His moans of pleasure and the dreamy smile on his face are enough for me to be rest assured that I'm not causing him any pain that was unwanted. His poor hole will be sore tomorrow, but I will make sure I give him lots of tender and sweet kisses to make up for my rough, animalistic behavior today.
The hunger in his eyes when I yank off his pants and flip him over is an open invitation and I accept it. His breathing is heavy and he is covered in sweat, blood, and cum. “I think it’s safe to say we need a shower.”
He laughs in between pants, still trying to catch his breath. “What would give you that idea?”
I press a kiss into his sweaty hair, tasting the saltiness mixed with the tanginess of blood. “It’s just a suggestion.”
I stand, pulling up my pants. He collapses on to his back, smiling up at me with hazy eyes and the perfect golden glow. “Hi.”
“Hi, sweetness.”
He lifts his hands in the air and I take them, yanking him to his feet. He falls into me and I wrap my arms around him, holding him up. He tugs up his pants and yanks down his shirt, tossing his jacket to the ground. “They were right when they said I would only wear this once.”
I laugh and kiss him again, swirling my tongue in his mouth. Loud voices come from around us. “Anyone call for a cleanup crew?”
I glance around us and dead bodies lie all over the ground. Maybe it wasn’t the ideal place to express my love and need for him but nearly every place is fair game when it comes to Mateo. The fire he sets inside me runs so hot, the flames only rise if I don’t extinguish them immediately. The longer I go without touching him, the closer I get to erupting. My palms grow sweaty and my skin becomes tight, making my body seek out his for immediate relief.
I wrap my fingers around his. “Let’s get out of here. Maybe we can steal some cake on our way out.”
He laughs and I pull him toward the house. When I walk down to the basement, Santiago’s body is gone and there’s not a single trace of blood on the floor. Not one bit of evidence left from him ever being down here. My brother did say he would take care of things in the basement and I’m sure that’s exactly what he’s doing. If Santiago, by some miracle, survived, he will soon wish he didn’t. I’m about to walk out until something shines from the corner of the basement. It’s the blue pistol. Miguel didn’t take it. Perhaps clinging onto hope of my father being alive was too much for him to bear. Sometimes it’s the hope that gets you through each day, and sometimes all it does is set you up for more pain, preventing you from moving on. I unload the gun and pocket it. The bullets are light in my hand before I spill them on the ground. Whoever the man was who gave Mateo this gun, I have a feeling he’ll be back.
