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My stomach flutters and I slide my fingers through the coarse hair on his face, moving it up his cheek. “And you're my strength. When you're near, there is nothing that scares me and I feel capable of anything.”
Gabriel is usually the most terrifying man in the room and he never allows anything or anyone to ever harm the ones he cares for. There's more to him than his hard outer shell and I can hear it cracking more each day.
He kisses me and I melt against him, still having a hard time believing this is real. My stomach grumbles and he pulls his lips from mine. “Someone's hungry. How about we go see if there's anything edible in the fridge.”
I follow him into the kitchen driven by curiosity. “How do you not know what's in your own fridge?”
He pulls out a carton of eggs and other ingredients you would need to make an omelet. “Because my brother sometimes comes by to stock my kitchen. He worries about me way too much.”
“That’s sweet and kinda adorable.”
“Don't ever say that to his face.”
I laugh, taking the cup of coffee from his hands. The hot, smooth liquid relaxes my throat and eases the soreness. Gabriel hands me a pack of frozen vegetables. “Here, for your neck. It will help with the bruising and swelling.”
My eyes drift from his to the empty kitchen with not so much as a table sitting in it. “Why don’t you have any furniture?” I ask, wrapping my fingers around the package of peas. He flips the food in the pan with a green spatula. I'm surprised the man owns cookware. Pouring the food onto a paper plate, he ignores me. I huff in frustration. “You ignoring my question?”
He shakes his head, handing me my omelet. “No, I was thinking.”
Since when does a man have to think about why he doesn't own furniture? “About what exactly?”
“My answer.”
“It's not a trick question, Gabriel. There's no right or wrong answer.”
“It’s not that.” He pauses, scratching his chin. “I was too angry to live my life before. I never cared about things like getting furniture or filling the fridge. All I cared about was revenge. Now, that’s all gone, and I have you. Fuck, that was cheesy. What are you even doing to me?” He slides his hand up my bare thigh, slipping beneath my underwear. His touch warms my skin, sending tingles dancing along it.
“All the right things, apparently.” I waggle my eyebrows and set my plate on the nearby marble counter. I’m no longer hungry for food. My body is starved for something else. It didn’t matter how sore I was. I need him inside me again and soon. We kiss; his tongue is warm and tastes like vanilla and coffee. His tongue on mine heightens my taste buds, making me want more. Maybe I can get my caffeine fix straight from Gabriel’s mouth from now on.
His hand slides under the waistband of my underwear, sliding over my hardening cock. I rock my hips forward and he strokes my slit with his thumb. My hole twitches needily when his fingers slide between the cleft of my ass. The soreness becomes more apparent when his fingers graze my hole. I flinch. “Someone is still way too sore. Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
I lick my lips. “Sí. Then when you're done being gentle, make me hurt so bad I scream loud enough for the world to hear.”
“Always, princesa.”
Thirty eight
Gabriel
Two weeks later
My phone goes off on my desk. I finish going over the profits for one of our older clubs. It isn’t doing as well as the others. One of the managers was fired for stealing and that was only part of the issue. We have since hired a new one, hoping the guy is as good as he claims to be and can turn things around. My phone goes off again and I answer it, biting back a moan as Mateo’s wet, warm tongue slides over my slit. “Hola?”
Mateo sucks harder and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. He wanted to come to work with me today and has been the perfect little cock warmer so far. He can never get enough of my cum in his mouth and I never get tired of putting it there. I love it best when I'm leaking from both of his holes. I fight back the urge to combust, gripping the desk.
No one answers right away and when I’m about to say hello again, a deep voice comes from the other side of the phone.
“Hey boss, it’s me, Trey. Looks like our cold trail is warming up.”
I shift in my seat, causing Mateo to bump his head. “Ouch,” he whines, and I reach down, grabbing a handful of his curls in my fingers. I shove his face back against my groin. “Mmph.”
I turn my attention back to Trey. “You found her?”
“I did. I planted a tracker under her car when she was at the salon. I just sent you the coordinates.”
Mateo continues to suck and lick up and down my cock while fondling each one of my balls. “Uhh.” I lose focus, mind going blank from the long, warm licks and perfect sectioning.
My cock throbs and my hips rock forward. I fuck up into his mouth until my cock is twitching and my balls pull tighter against my body. He moans while I fill his tight throat with my release. I sink further into my chair watching cum pour from the corners of Mateo’s pink lips. “Mmm.” He smiles blissfully. He is absolutely gorgeous like this–with tousled hair and dilated pupils. After the first time I let him touch me, I quickly grew addicted and so did he. I didn't like anyone's hands on me before because they weren't the right ones.
